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Busy, busy, busy. So many things to do, so little time to do them in, and someone could interfere at any moment, ruining the mood.

Ruthis was trekking through the dense underbrush of the jungle that hugged the western shores, her mind eternally distracted by the beauty around her. She loved being in nature, and away from others as often as she could; that's why she took this job as a zoologist for the Institute of Wildlife and Care. It was her job to see what species were located in a region, categorize them, and determine the needs for preservation and protection. She would look up any excuse to protect as much land as she could, lying about what she saw to ensure the most beautiful of lands were protected as a habitat for the rarest or most endangered animals.

It was a devious way to do the right thing, something she felt she needed to do in order to save the most land while keeping her integrity. It was one of the greatest benefits of being a loner or introvert; since she did most of her work without the aid of another or away from the group tasked with categorizing the fauna and flora of the region. Naturally, it wouldn't be in anyone's best interest to go about stomping through the underbrush in large, clunky groups - it would scare the wildlife away.

That's why this was a perfect job. Ruthis could be on her own to take in the beauty of the jungles and the creatures it held as well as help them out.

She did her best to keep from wrecking the fronds and ferns that smothered the ground around her as she took one dainty step after another, tiptoeing around the leaves before eventually emerging into a clearing. There were thick, tall tree trunks covered in a heavy green and yellow moss stabbing skyward into the dense canopy, flowers and ferns all around, smothering her from every direction. To most, this would be a claustrophobic and uncomfortable situation, but to her it was a sweet release from civilization. Even if someone was near her, they wouldn't know; there was a veritable wall of vegetation between her and any of the outside world.

With the revelation of solitude in her mind, she grinned a wide, toothy grin and whistled loud into the treetops, waiting to hear a response from any of the local birds. To her delight, she heard a perfectly emulated response. She clapped happily and chirped her own tune, only to get yet another perfect response. They were communicating! Well, some communication was happening, Ruthis had no way of knowing for sure if she was inviting the burds to dinner or to be dinner.

After a few moments of enthusiastic whistling, She had to take a bit of a break. Ruthis was a shark - a somewhat pudgy one at that - and she wasn't properly prepared for extended amounts of time on land. Her skin needed to be constantly moistened and she had to take time to pat herself down with the wet scarf she wore around her neck and take frequent breaks. She wore a thin bathing suit-like singlet under her khaki shorts and button up shirt to keep the moisture from evaporating from her skin, but she still needed to moisten her legs, arms, neck, and head in between.

Luckily, the jungle was an immensely humid environment, so she was able to minimize the need for self-wettening, though the temperature was hot enough to counterbalance that.

In the water she was like a jet. A missile. Like all sharks of her kind, she was deadly when submerged, with pinpoint accuracy, immediate turning skill, and seemingly endless endurance, but above the surface, she needed the rests. That was fine, She'd return to the water eventually. Her mission took her very close to the edge of the cliffs that lined the western shore. She'd have to take a dip some time.

Once her strength and endurance returned, she stood and raised her hand to the sky, whistling a tune again, only this time there was no response - at least not at first. With her hand still up, and her chest heaving with heavy breaths, she waited and waited. "Huh, where'd they go?" She asked herself, eyes darting around the clearing and up to the underside of the canopy.

All at once, a dozen different birds of all colors swooped down and in a circle around her, a rainbow swirl of all manner of reds, yellows, blues, greens, purples, and oranges, with black beaks and white flesh. Parrots, eagles, hawks, and even tiny birds, dozens of them. Some landed on the branches around her, others swooped low and rose back to the canopy, while some of the smaller ones landed on the thick moss of the trees and whistled down at her.

A wave of warmth spread through her chest. They were dancing with her! She spun in happiness, trying her best to whistle a chirping song to them as they flew around her in tight circles without ever actually touching her.

Of course, they weren't dancing around her, they were just flying, likely in self defense. She knew this, but she still liked to imagine herself as a green lover of animals that could communicate in the feral tongues and chirps. In truth, she was very good with animals and despite her species, was able to tame even the wildest of beasts one on one, but not groups, not like this. Still, she liked to imagine and see herself as a dancer in the woods.

One after another, each of the birds disappeared beyond the mossy tree trunks and returned to the jungle that was all around her. She was curious as to why, as she wasn't being threatening, but instead she could hear a deep chested hoot from above the canopy. Sounded like the powerful bellowing of an owl; she wasn't sure why an owl would be making noise this early in the evening, but she had to investigate further.

The sound was traveling westward, the hooting bursting in three-peats in lines towards the coast. Odd. Still, she had to look into it, so she slowly slipped through the foliage towards the shore, careful to not break the vegetation as she hopped and skipped through the underbrush as fast as she could.

Every step was another dainty tiptoe around the ferns, and despite the fact that it was taking her forever to travel, the linear bursts of three hoots continued, each set leading towards the shore. Eventually, she heard the distant crashing of waves on the base of the cliffs, so she knew she was close. Very close. Even just a few dozen meters and the thick vegetation would choke the sound and she wouldn't hear a thing.

Careful to not burst out and fall over a cliff to her demise, she slowed her pace and gently parted the ferns one at a time, unveiling layers upon layers of greenery before eventually having the world open up in front of her.

The edge of the jungle was quite tight against the side of the cliff, with only a few meters between the closest tree and the stark drop into the ocean below, a few bits of leafy underbrush covering the very edge.

"Whoo! Whoo! Whoo!" Another trilogy of hoots from high in the sky from behind her, each getting closer until an owl burst out above her and flew out over the cliffs before turning wide over the ocean to return.

From what she could tell, this owl - a barn owl, best she could tell - was flying over the jungle, hooting calls as he soared towards the ocean, only to turn back and repeat again. Was he trying to draw someone out? Was he hooting a distress call. Her shyness kept her from calling out, but she did do her best to get a closer look at him. He was carrying a small red cooler in his talons, and as he flew past her to do another run over the treetops, she could make out what appeared to be the IWC logo. She couldn't make out the details, her eyes were better underwater.

Curious and a bit confused, she stood tall over the cliff, letting the mist from the crashing waves smother her and soak her body from head to toes, replenishing her skin moisture. She watched with curious intent as the owl did another round, bursting out from above the treetops to hoot his way over the shore, only this time, he saw her.

With the red cooler in his talons, he turned his head to look directly at Ruthis, keeping his glare trained on her as he flapped and hovered his way down to the cliff. When he finally reached her, he flapped up and landed on one of the lower tree branches that stretched out over the cliff, looking down at the befuddled shark with the red cooler dangling down under the branch while still clasped in his talon. "Hello, hello. Are you with the IWC?"

Ruthis looked down to the clear IWC logo on her chest. "Y-yes, why do you ask?" she swept her hair back and patted her neck down with her scarf again before tying it up on her forehead. She tried to get a better look at this owl, but there wasn't much to define him sans the pair of tight blue shorts with an N7 Logo. She had no idea what that was, but it certainly wasn't IWC. "Who are you?"

The owl ruffled out his feathers and smiled softly, his intense red eyes piercing her gaze and making her uncomfortable. "Name's Ka'el. I've been sent from head office to gather some...samples. Can I count on your cooperation?" he ruffled his feathers and raised the talon with the red cooler in it. "I have specifics here for the samples, if you'll be so kind." He bowed at her from up on the branch and patiently waited for her response.

"What kind of samples? Why does head office need to send someone out? I don't know you, are you new?" Her mind started wondering about all the variables. Was he part of the IWC? Was he a third party courrier on dispatch? Was he simply a new hire looking to prove himself by showing his dedication? While she was busy analyzing, he interrupted her thoughts.

"Well, personal samples, to make sure you're, um..." He hesitated a while and looked around a bit. "...not contaminating the environment and stuff! Yeah! That's why!" He nodded in approval of his own completion of his quest, but that just made Ruthis question herself more.

This avian fellow seemed to be pulling her leg. If he was from the IWC, why did he have an N7 logo on his shorts? Was N7 a rival environmentalist group? An industrial complex? She'd never heard of it before, but it sounded oddly familiar in some ways. IF he wasn't with IWC, then why did he have an IWC cooler? Those were kept at headquarters near the capitol and were guarded by dragon security, no way he could have stolen one, and it clearly didn't look like it was roughed up or recovered from a dumpster. She wanted to distrust him, but at the same time, it made no sense to doubt him since he clearly knew things. He knew IWC, knew where to find her in the underbrush, had the emblazoned cooler, and seemed to know what he was talking about, even if he was nervous about it.

Occam's razor posits that the solution with the fewest possible assumptions was the strongest solution. It was easier for her to believe him but be wary he was just new than to assume he did research, infiltrated the lab, stole a cooler, interrogated someone to find her in particular, and then seek her out to get...samples?

Such was her thought process as she squinted up at the owl with the cooler presumably full of beakers and sample tubes.

"So, are you going to help me or not?" he asked, breaking her silence.

She snapped out of it, having realized she must have been staring at him for a very long time. "Oh, yes. Sorry. So what kind of, um, samples do you need? I'm not sure I have any samples to offer, and I'm not so sure I'm comfortable extracting them, if you know what I mean."

Ka'el shook his head. "It's fine, I understand. Not something you wanna do out in the opening. So, I tell you what, at the bottom of this here cliff is a cave with a beautiful little grotto. We can collect the samples there." he extended a wing over the shores. "And there's a pretty easy path if you follow to the north and down the escarpment. Pretty well traveled as far as I can tell."

Ruthis blushed and hid her face from the owl, lowering her gaze to the vegetation beneath her. "Us? Like, collect samples together? Not me alone?"

"I have to make sure it's pure, you see. Can't have you filling it up with fake stuff." He nodded again, his confidence growing with each progressive demand.

Still blushing, she caught a glance down the cliff to see if she could decipher the path down to the cave that was supposedly beneath her. She didn't look back to Ka'el, and instead just started walking along the edge of the cliff until she reached the little lip that allowed her to scale down the cliff along the narrow pathway that descended in slow, gradual zig-zags. Once she reached the sand, she nervously looked up to see if Ka'el was coming, and sure enough he was gliding around in circles over her like a vulture waiting for their prey to drop.

Not a good visual to get in her head. The implications made her clamp her sharp-toothed jaw shut. Something still didn't seem right, but her logic centers told her that it was fine; that it made more sense for him to be sincere than to be subjugating her trust.

Well, she didn't truly trust him - she barely trusted her own close friends and family. But she was a very dedicated shark who submitted herself to her cause, and if head office said to donate 'samples' in order to limit contamination of the environment, then she was more than happy to do so.

She ambled her way over to the mouth of the cave and glanced back over her shoulder, noting the tall mountains up the northern end of the shore and the tropical foliage that was hanging over the cliffside.

It all seemed a little surreal, but she knew her duty, at least in the eyes of head office. She didn't even take the time to ponder before gently unbuttoning her khaki shirt and tossing it to the side, leaving only her skintight singlet pressing against her soft breasts that was still wet from the mists that were blanketing the sand between her toes. She also unbuttoned her pants and slid them down over her slick thighs, careful to not try to pull them back up due to the dentricles that lined her skin that could shred fabric if not dealt with properly.

With her back still to the cave opening, she heard a flapping followed by the gentle thud of talons landing in the moist sand. It was Ka'el, now with the cooler in hand rather than in his foot talon. He lifted it up with a demanding smirk, as if to say 'well, get to it'.

She blushed again and turned from the avian, a gentle chirp escaping her maw. "I'm not ready. Are you sure you need to watch? Head office trusts me to do things without supervision, it's, kind of my thing." Ruthis didn't like being watched work, let alone relieve herself for samples. The returning thought of which brought up a repeated question in her mind. "Actually, what kind of samples do you need? I kind of have to know what I'm doing here."

Ka'el laid the cooler on a rock and unlatched the lid to take out a 1 liter beaker. He tossed it a bit and caught it again, but didn't offer it to her. "Well, I can relieve you a bit, we don't want what you're likely thinking. No, we don't need you to pee in a glass, we need some of your breast milk!"

"B-breast milk? But I'm a shark. Sharks don't nurse." she laid her palm against her hefty bosom and gave a squeeze, as if to protect them.

"Head office knows that's normally the case, but they said something, something, biped, something, something, boobs. Whatever. They seem to want one liter of your breast milk for tasting purposes." He walked over to her and pressed one of his talons up against the middle of her chest right above her breasts, gently pulling it down to expose her bosom.

The pressure from her breasts stretched the singlet and quickly flopped out, exposing her cool blue and gray patterns immediately. She recoiled and covered herself, one arm over her breasts, the other covering her slit. "W-what are you doing, and what do you mean, 'tasting'?" She blushed visibly and slunk back against the rock wall behind her, tail almost knocking over the cooler in the process.

"What? Huh? Nooooo, pshaw. Not tasting, my dear. You're just nervous, I said testing. Testing to see if it's contaminating the land, or if it would impact creatures. Scent trails and territory marking and stuff. You know, zoo-ish stuff. That's your department, I'm just a messenger!" he took a step towards her and extended his hand witht he beaker. "I can help if you'd like, if you're not comfortable pumping it yourself."

She was still covering her chest and lady parts, trying to hide from the rather obtrusive avian. "But what about my...my?" She was trying to act like the naked nature of her current situation wasn't bothering her.

"Oh, don't worry about it. I'm sure head office will properly thank you for your donation." Another step forward. Another uncomfortable invasion of her personal space.

Ruthis continued to put off the insistence of the avian until a particularly powerful wave washed up at the mouth of the cave, splashing them both and filling the cavern with mist, the sea level rising just enough that it was up to their ankles in the sand, but hadn't yet submerged the rocks the cooler was sitting on. Tide must have been coming up.

Sensing the time was running out, she grabbed for the beaker and glared at him, her steely blue eyes piercing his gaze as she pressed the opening up against her nipple and squeezed at her breast. Nothing came out. Not even a small drip. "there, you see? I don't make milk. Now go back to head office and...I dunno, just leave me alone!" She threw the beaker at him, but he missed and it fell into the water next to them.

Ka'el lunged at the bottle and caught it before it tipped and got any water inside, presumably to keep from contaminating the sample if and when he got it. He quickly rubbed the side of it and dried the outside of the beaker with his wing tip before gently sidling up next to Ruthis. "You're doing it wrong." HE cooed into her ear.

A shiver ran up her spine and made her dorsal fin stand on end, an unfamiliar tingling rushing through her body as his warm breath washed over her neck and shoulder. What kind of coersion was this nonsense? "Wh-what do you mean? How can I do it r-right?" She was nervous and uncomfortable, but a large part of her felt the desire - nay, need - to do the right thing, even at the expense of her state of mind.

The sly avian quickly sidled up behind her, pressing his chest against her back as he straddled either side of her tail. He kept his beak in close next to her ear so that every exhalation would tickle her just right, even if her disheveled hair got in the way. He slipped his right hand under her arm and slowly guiding her to sit down on the rock with her feet in he water against the sand.

She remained uncomfortable, with her lips peeled back in a bit of a grimace, but she got a bit of a blush when she felt his hand cup at the underside of her breast, giving a gentle squeeze from the base of her bosom rather than in the middle like when she gave a squeeze. To her shock, she saw a tiny dribble of creamy fluid bead up and trickle out the very tip of her nipple. She couldn't help but gasp at this revelation - she'd never once seen this before, and now her scientific side was starting to take over.

As her curiosity grew, her shyness seemed to melt away. She still felt more than a little uncomfortable, but the discovery of breast milk had her needing more. With an air of renewed confidence, she grabbed at his hand and got him to squeeze a little harder, making a little spurt of milk erupt and splash in the water in front of her.

"H-hey! Why are you wasting it!" Ka'el protested as he wrapped his other arm around her with the beaker, holding the open end out in front of her to catch some of the milk.

Curious, she started prodding at her other breast with her other hand, seeing if it would come out of there, too. Only a small drop leaked onto her belly before she felt Ka'el's surprisingly strong hands swat her fingers away. She hissed and raised her claws to attack - she didn't like being slapped away - but he explained himself rather quick.

"If you do that now, we might not get enough for the sample! We need a fill liter, remember. Just focus on one for now!" He gave another squeeze, the pressure forcing a powerful jet of cream to splash out at the bottom of the beaker, leaving a little puddle. Once the stream weakened to a drip, he let got and got another grip, forcing another stream of milk to squirt out, which he milked for all he could.

Once the second stream was down to a trickle, Ruthis dabbed her fingertip on her nipple and tasted it, only to make a strange, disgusted face. It was terrible; she was a carnivore, not some milk-drinking mammal. Yet here she was, producing milk for offspring! Odd, but curious and very interesting.

Ka'el shifted his body a bit and transferred the beaker from one hand to the other, this time leaning in closer and laying his chin on her shoulder as he aimed the open end of the beaker against her other breast as he gave a gentle massage. His body was warm blooded, and Ruthis could tell due to how much his body was contacting hers.

It made her stir a little in her loins, being held like that, even if it was just for science. No harm in enjoying it really. No reason to let this get the better of her. Besides, the feeling of his powerful talons massaging her soft breasts was especially nice, so nice in fact that she felt a moisture not of the misty waves of the ocean, but of her own concoction lubricating her genital slit.

She had to retain as much of her composure and self control to not reach down and touch herself through her singlet. No, this was for science, not some trollop's night out. She had to keep herself professional, that's what she told herself ad nauseum as she closed her eyes, relishing the sensation of his warm body and gentle but powerful hands holding her.

He kept milking at her, squeezing and pulling gently in waves to create the pressure needed to coax more of her fluids into the beaker. Problem was, as time went on, each squeeze drew less and less until almost nothing was coming out. He took his sweet time with one breast before leaning over and trying the other, each time less and less came out. Once it was clear that little more was coming out, he held it up in front of both of their faces to see that they only had 800ml.

Ruthis opened her eyes to see the beaker of her milk sloshing around in front of her. She was a little grossed out by it, but that was fine, she wasn't planning on drinking it. It wasn't quite the whole liter that he said he needed, so she hoped he'd continue to massage her bosom until the last bit came out. Her breasts were still soft and felt as full as they ever had - as in they never felt full in the first place and felt no different now - so of course she hoped there was more. "D-do you need the full liter, or is that enough?" She tried to sound like she hoped it was enough, but the crack in her voice was quite telling.

Ka'el tapped the side of the beaker with his talon right at the 1000ml mark, his arms still wrapped around Ruthis' form. "Naw, I need 200ml more to be safe. I don't want to return to headquarters short of what's needed. Uh, how about we try some alternate methods of motherly nurturing."

"Like what?" she asked, a blush on her cheeks and a glimmer in her eye.

"Well, we could always try...oral stimulation." Ka'el offered.

Ruthis spun to look at him to see the dead serious look in his vibrant red eyes. He had a beak! An owl beak! A short stubby sharp beak! There was no way they'd be able to 'nurse' her to coax more, and if it went into his beak, then how would it go in the beaker without being contaminated!? She had her doubts, but the thought of a perky little beak nibbling at her nipple while his tongue spun circles around on her flesh made her tailtip flutter. "O-oral sounds good. Yeah?"

He slipped out from behind her and stepped into the water, looking down at her, his form imposing over the blushing shark. "Not oral of the bosom, my dear. Have you ever heard of Maternal Stimulus?"

She had not. "Y-eah?"

"Well, in dolphin calves, a mother needs only the sexual stimulus of a male to trigger her nursing instincts. Maybe a little sexual stimulation will trigger that in you. I know you're a shark, not a dolphin, but I don't see why it wouldn't work!" He laid the beaker down next to the cooler and rubbed his hands together, licking his beak. He crouched to one knee and used his hands to gently spread her legs apart, exposing her slick looking genital slit and a sliver of pink from inside. "I see you're already a little excited." He commented as he looked up at her.

Rather than comment on the special moisture between her legs and pressing against the inside of her singlet, she just blushed and laid on her back, relaxing her thighs a bit as she shifted her weight, letting her tail slide out from behind her to rest between her legs, the tip of it splashing in the gentle waves of the rising tide. She used her free hand to pull the singlet to the side, exposing her plump lips. Ater, she folded her hands up onto her belly just under her breasts as she waited for him to carry on. She got a pleasant shock of hot breath as he exhaled on her lips, the heat and moisture sending a tingle up her spine and down her tail.

A moment later, she felt the hard curve of his beak pressing against the top of her slit, rubbing gently back and forth to shoot stabbing sensations of pleasure from the nub of flesh there. Almost instantly, she closed her legs and pressed her hands against herself, pushing Ka'el off her.

"What's wrong? Is it not enjoyable?" Ka'el poked his head up from behind her knees, which were now pressed tight against each other.

She blushed and looked down over her body, slowly parting her legs again as she shook her head. "N-no, just the opposite. Carry on." She laid her head back down and took in a long, drawn out breath as she prepared for his return. And she waited. And waited. Until eventually she looked down to find him still looking up at her with a smile, his hands on her outer thighs to keep himself in place.

"You are doing really well, headquarters will be more than happy with the results, I'm sure." With that, he nodded and lowered his head, his eyes still looking up at her between her breasts and over her belly as he rubbed his beak up and down between her folds, prodding at her opening with his tongue.

Ruthis squirmed and tried her best to keep her legs parted, her tail curling up against his belly and her dorsal fin folding up on her back as she hugged herself, a nervous grin across her toothy maw and a blush on her cheeks. The sensations of having his tongue lapping at her folds was foreign and exotic, each prod sending another shiver up her spine. She didn't want this to end, and it made her breasts tingle again.

Curious, she looked down and squeezed at her bosom, seeing another small trickle of milk emerge, so she stopped. Clearly his methods were working, so she was plenty happy to let him continue.

His nuzzling and licking grew increasingly fervent, his tongue curling around the fleshy nub that was her clit to suck on it before prodding back into her sex. He brought his hands around and used his thumbs to part her slit, exposing her deep cherry pink inner flesh. It also exposed her rump - a tiny round opening nearer her tail - in the same slit. He gave it a rub with his thumb as he plunged his tongue back in as deep as it would go, waving up and down inside before slipping out and dragging itself over her clit again, each press of it making her body rise up into his beak.

Ka'el kept his eyes trained up over her body to see if she looked down at him, which she did every few seconds, at least until he kissed her clit again, making her rear her head back in ecstasy. As he watched, he saw a single trickle of her milk escape her nipple to cascade over her sleek skinned breast. With his beak still pressed against her lips, parting them for his tongue, he reached around her body to grab at the beaker and press the opening of it against the side of her bosom to catch the milk.

Ruthis felt the cold of the rim of the beaker against her nipple, so she fumbled idly until she had it in her hand, holding it for him so he could concentrate on tasting her and kissing at her nether lips. A gentle but halfhearted squeeze of her breasts added a bit more to the beaker, but not enough, so she passed it over to the other breast and did the same until both were dry.

Still, she didn't tell him she'd run out again, she didn't want him to stop what he was doing with his beak. She'd rather coax him into more; after all, it clearly was helping.

Unfortunately for her, he saw her put the flask back down, and that caught his attention. He straightened up and licked his beak of the juices she'd left on him. "Well? How much do we have?" He asked, trying to glance around her to see the beaker. He could see it wasn't quite 1000ml yet, so he smiled in approval. "Only 900ml, need a bit more. Might need a deeper probing. Here, let me try something a bit more intimate." the avian reached down and slid his N7 shorts off, stepping out of them to expose a still-flaccid pink shaft emerging from his cloaca.

"Wh-what do you have in m-mind? She whimpered as she caught a glimpse of his member through her somewhat hazy vision. Her lower torso contorted a bit as she closed her legs again, pressing her lips together around her most sensitive nubs of flesh within, fantasizing about being mounted. She felt so dirty, but as long as she reminded herself that it was for science, she could put her shame to rest and enjoy it.

"Well, clearly the tongue coaxed some out of you, maybe if I get something in a bit deeper, we can maybe get some more?" It sounded more like a hope than a suggestion, but that didn't stop her from parting her legs again to invite him back in.

Ka'el crouched next to her and rubbed his fingers up against either side of her slit, spreading her viscous fluids up and down her opening before gently slipping the fingers inside, slowly inching them in so his talon didn't catch on her flesh. One digit at a time, he pushed in deeper until his knuckles were pressed against either of her lips. He curled the talons upwards to press his fingertips against her anterior wall a few times in a sensual 'come hither' motion, coaxing a gentle squeak akin to a dolphin out of her. "Well well!" he cooed at her. "Do I sense an imminent-"

"I want your cock in me!" She demanded, cutting him off before covering her mouth with both hands.

"What was that?" He asked as he leaned in closer, fingers still inside her and massaging her from within as he leaned in to peck at her clitoris again.

"Your....drake parts." She insisted with a hushed whisper. "Th-they would properly get d-deeper?" She wanted it, but she didn't want to make it sound like a desire, but a suggestion. She was too shy to just outright ask for him to mount her, but her lust had grabbed her in the moment and let out that little hint of neediness.

Luckily for her, he was amicable to that idea. "Well, you are right. Might as well go in deep if I want the best or most thorough results." Ka'el was trying his best to speak like a professional, but the gentle crack of eagerness in his tone made it clear he was enjoying this as much as she was, and was happy to use his cock to get the desired effect.

He shifted on both talons to get himself into position, one hand holding her knee up, the other rubbing at his member and aiming it at her smooth slit, rubbing gently up and down to poke at her clit and prod at her rump before slipping into her in one quick motion.

"Hnnngph!" Ruthis groaned and closed her legs around Ka'el, holding him tight as his warm-blooded cock parted her lips and prodded at her soft inner flesh, which was very different from her shark skin, which felt nice when rubbed in one direction, but could tear flesh if rubbed against the grain. She was just lucky that the one area of her body that was pleasant to rub regardless of direction was her mound, lips, inner thighs, and the underside of her tail. Other sharks were immune to the dentricles, but birds and mammals were not as fortunate.

As her mind wandered from the thick member that was inside her to the differences in species, she got to thinking - what if he came inside her? Could she get pregnant by an avian? No, that didn't sound right, avians, fish, mammals, reptiles, couldn't inter-breed.

She hoped.

"Are you okay?" Ka'el asked as he slowly pulled himself from her slit. He seemed to notice her distracted and distant expression. "You seemed, different?"

Ruthis nodded enthusiastically, her crystal-blue eyes alight with excitement. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just...I think for best results, you should cum inside me." She nodded again, her voice hyper and quick.

Ka'el stared at her with a blank expression for a moment before a devious grin spread across his beak and his ruby-jeweled eyes lit up in excitement. "I agree! Just, uh, get the beaker ready, I'm sure once I finish, that'll be the best time to, you know, fill 'er up!" Before she could even agree to his suggestion, he aimed himself at her slit again and slid deep into it, his feathered crotch rubbing against her smooth mound, his tapered member tensing and curling up inside her to rub against her sex.

She pushed back and down against her, clenching her pubic muscles as tight as she could, wanting to feel every bit of the avian's hot cock inside her. He didn't thrust into her, but his cock was curling up and pressing against her anterior wall - the roof of her vagina - the same as his fingers were, and the gave her a deep, powerful pleasure that rolled her eyes back in her skull and curled her tail up to wrap around his leg as he rubbed his cloaca against her slit, cock prodding out and rubbing her inside.

Ruthis knew the climax was coming, she'd felt that deep pleasure before. Still, she had to maintain that scientific desire, so she quickly got the beaker and started trying to press the tip against the opening, readying herself for when he finished.

It didn't take long at all. His hot flesh and her tight confines rubbed and throbbed against each other as he leaned over her, a grunt escaping his beak that trailed off into a pleased hoot. All at once, he erupted into her, his hot seed splashing about within her sex, flooding her womb.

She clenched as tight as she could, the sudden spasm from his cock pressing hard against her walls. She grunted and dropped the beaker, having it bounce off her belly and roll to the side, some of her milk spilling out onto the rocks before she jerked into action - the sudden movement ejecting his still ejaculating cock from her to spray her belly with seed - as she grabbed the vial, saving it from landing on the rock and shattering with her samples. She grabbed it tight and held it up, as if to say 'tada!'

Ka'el seemed not to notice at all that almost half of the milk was gone, trickling over the multiple-layered rocks they were laying on. Instead, he seemed only to be panting heavily in orgasmic bliss.

She repeated her grabbing of it and holding it up for him to see, and when he gave her a bit of a dismissive wave, she reached into the cooler to grab a cork to plug the beaker. Once it was sealed up, she gently laid it in the cooler. "So, I hope that's enough samples, because I don't have any more in me, and...yeah." she giggled and blushed, imagining him having to take another go at her, using his fingers and tongue to coax some more of her milk from her bosom.

He nodded. "I think that'll be plenty, really." Slowly, he got back to his feet and stood over her, slipping his N7 shorts on again.

"I thought you said we needed 1000ml, it was absolutely imperative." She insisted.

"No, I don't think I said that. Pretty sure I said it was ideal for the science they're planning to, uh, do back at the lab. Or something." With that, he reached over and grabbed at the cooler and sealed it up, giving her a knowing wink and a salute before heading to the mouth of the cavern. "Head office thanks you!"

She was pretty damn sure he said 1000ml was needed, but she didn't care. If the 650 that was left wasn't enough, head office would send someone else to milk her again. Deep down inside, she didn't mind, as long as it was for science.

A little disappointed but still tingling with the aftershocks of climax, she gathered he clothes as best she could, quickly pulling her singlet up to cover her breasts again and sliding it to the side to protect her slit. It was a little disappointing, but if she managed to get back to the lab in time, she'd get information about this avian.

She was about to ask more questions of the avian when he spread his wings and hopped up off a rock near the cave mouth, gaining altitude and disappearing over the side of the cliff. It was just then that she realized that, nowhere in that entire encounter did he ask for name or verification. He freely gave his name, but didn't ask for hers. She wasn't the only shark on the team, how would he label her beaker?

Ah well. She'd just have to ask about him later when she finally got back to the lab.