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THE BIRD ALWAYS WINS By Limewah Featuring characters created by: Gerrark Flarfenarfle Vel’gahrus Inu_shift Suadero Passerby 18+ only

CHAPTER 5

KRYK

“...Eh, nah, must’ve been someone else.”

Kryk unsheathed a long claw from her heel, and swung it around. The enormous weasel veered back, far more agile than that old, paunchy body suggested. She took another round-house swing, her sharp claw singing as it cut the air.

…huh.

She felt a squeezing sensation, uncomfortably tight. Her leg felt oddly stuck. That never happened. Why could she not move-?

Then she was off her feet. She was twisting through the air, a familiar feeling. But not of her own volition. And faster and more violently than her usual graceful leap.

She’d never been thrown through the air before. No one was strong enough.

Until now.

Her nose cracking against the wall of the room was less painful than the confusing humiliation. She got back to her haunches, drawing deep gashes in the metal floor.

“Snap outta it, Geek!” she spat in the Geek’s direction. “Could use yer help!”

The pink guy was just staring into space, dazed and gurgling to himself. It reminded Kryk of what happened when she dosed someone with her love-venom.

“What did you do to him?” Kryk turned her attention to the big guy.

He simply snorted and took several lumbering steps towards her. A tree-trunk thick arm swung straight down, and she slid out of the way before attempting a counter with her claws.

…It happened again. The sharp grip around the joint, the sudden change in speed, the feeling of her momentum being used against her, the denting collision into a wall. Only this time she flew further, straight through, wind rushing around her as she plummeted, twisted, fell over-end until she was a sprawling pile of scaled, feathered limbs in a cracked concrete crater.

_The lizard cocksleeve felt a big hand on his head, and cooed affectionately, still drooling cum from his mouth, and his torn bodysuit failed to hide his throbbing dick. _

His visor was plucked from his head. The big blue paw gripped him by the back of the neck and lifted him up to eye-level.

Inu’s eyes were about as glassy as Vel’s. Lights on, with no-one home.

“Takin’ you to Boss,” he rumbled.

“To Boss…” Vel repeated, his once-speedy mind slowed to a treacle crawl, as he dangled by his scaly scruff. There were no complaints or sounds from him as he was taken away.

“Hrrgh…” Kryk spun to her feet again, attempting to get her bearings. From the breeze, the rough concrete beneath her, and the smell of idling truck engines, she didn’t need to look to tell she was back outside, around the back of the Pavo. The brightly-lit tower jutted overhead. It made her head hurt to look at it. Electric lights irked her, and these ones were doing so more than usual.

“Gaudy ass block,” she spat, her saliva fizzing on the concrete like soda water. “Now, let’s… see…”

Her ears hissed and rang. Another rare sensation.

“Hunh…?” she shook her head, attempting to wick the sensation away.

She noticed something sharp in her thigh, and quick as a flash, she slapped at it.

…Her flesh felt soft, jiggly, a little bit plush. Like that one time that masseuse she love-bit covered her in sweet oils and squished every inch of her.

That was a nice memory…

But a distraction.

Her claw moved back to her thigh and found something small wedged in her scales. She plucked it free. Her eyes were watering, but she could make out the glint of a thin needle.

“Hhheh.” she giggled. “Niccce try…”

She’d been tranq’d a few times before. Those kinds of things never worked on her for long; at most they gave her a buzz. When had that happened? Maybe a little while ago. She had taken out a few mooks here and there, maybe one of them got off a lucky shot.

That was probably what let that big guy catch her off guard. Her reflexes weren’t at 100 per cent.

She debated whether to sit back, relax and enjoy the high. The others could probably manage things easily enough.

Then again, that little gecko guy did just get captured. It probably was too late to break him out. But that was okay. She could wreak some havoc in other ways - most any other guard would be too scared of her size and her claws to really fight back.

She looked at the tower again, and got a very silly idea.

“Bet I can climb that,” she said.

She felt a pair of eyes on her. She smelled fear in the air. She turned to see a grey-furred vixen who had just stepped out of a dark car. She was dressed for a night out, with pearls around her neck and a little black dress hugging her figure.

What was a pretty thing like her doing around the back? Maybe she was someone famous, avoiding the paparazzi.

Kryk licked her lips. She was feeling kind of hungry, come to think of it. And this vixen looked delish.

She got on all fours and bounded towards the fox, her tail whipping behind her and dragging against the ground as she bounded towards her prey.

The vixen shrieked with fear - the fear of a cornered, about-to-be eaten animal.

Kryk loved the look of terror. The dilated eyes, the bared teeth, the spasming throat.

The fox didn’t have time to turn before Kryk grabbed her, slamming her against the car. She saw someone climb out of the driver seat and run away. Some old guy, not someone she had any interest in pursuing. He’d be easy to catch up with. And he wasn’t as pretty as this vixen.

“Don’t scream so loud, pretty thing…” Kryk growled, drooling all over her prey’s fur and dress. “Save your voice for when I really make you scream.”

Her electric blue tongue snaked out slowly, the thin tapered tip curling downwards as it got closer to the paralysed vixen’s face. The vixen turned her head away and clenched her eyes shut, shivering with fear.

Kryk might have toyed with the girl longer, maybe spent some time dragging that thick, warm tongue all over the girl until she was sopping wet with alien spit… but she was tranq-drunk, and horny. Fuck it.

Kryk’s shoved her tongue so far down the fox’s throat that her throat bulged, and her back arched right off of the wrecked car, limbs spasming and clawing vainly at the air.

Now it was time for the fox to sing Kryk’s favourite song.

First, a few choked gulps, still terrified, thinking they’re suffocating, that they’re about to die, those final fight-or-flight instincts that made mammals so much fun to hunt.

The pace of those gulps and chokes, as her sharp breaths through her nose began to slow. She was tasting Kryk’s venom now. It was fizzy, sweet, intoxicating, like some exotic over-ripe fruit just on the verge of fermentation.

Her pupils contracted for a moment, showing off the pretty green irises… before they dilated again. The creases of fear on the vixen’s face visibly relaxed, and her grunted efforts grew longer, slower. Her throat relaxed, and gulped more slowly, like she was drinking water for the first time in days.

Her slender body arched back, her nipples poking against the sheer fabric of her designer dress.

Kryk pulled her tongue back with a satisfied gasp, and the vixen quivered with far needier moans.

“You taste good, little foxsss,” Kryk growled, putting her forehead against her quarry’s.

“Th…thank you…” the fox moaned in response, her pupils dilated, her face flushed… she was all hers.

“I wanna taste the rest of you. You’re not gonna go anywhere, are you?”

“Nnnno…” the vixen moaned quietly.

“That’s the spirit.” Kryk growled.

Her thumb claw rested at the top of the dress and slid straight down, slitting it open and baring her full breasts… then her belly, with little black nipples pockmarking the way down, and finally, to her slit.

The dinosaur smacked her lips. She’d completely forgotten about her mission, now. She was a creature of instinct at the best of times, but right now her predator instincts were laser-focused on fucking this pretty little snack.

Kryk slathered her tenderloin tongue down the girl’s chest, playing with her nipples as it wiled its way down towards her cunt. Her nostrils flared as she took in vibrating in-breaths. The scents this morsel wore - some natural, some chemical - gave a very clear signal that she wanted to be desired. To be devoured.

She didn’t expect to be devoured in this way. Lucky her.

Kryk pushed the VIP against the car, her crushing force lifting her prey up. The fox’s legs shot up into the air, her designer heels slipping off her paws as her toes curled.

Kryk’s tongue continued to rove and slither, curling all the way around the fox’s body like a sash as it wove between her nips.

“F-ffuck… fucknggh…” the snow-grey lady panted, her jaw tight and quivering, her face flushed and sweaty. The makeup she’d put around her eyes was already starting to weep down her face and connect to the black rosettes on her cheeks.

Kryk’s hips bucked at the air as if she was a rutting canine, and her tail kept whacking against the ground. The concrete chipped, and cracks began to spider-web in a wider and wider radius.

She was getting closer to her prize. The heat, the pure concentrated rut that would satisfy this predator’s hunger. Then she could get back to work.

Totally. She’d be ready after that.

Her tongue unrolled as she slid her snout right down between the slender thighs. She draped the underside of her tongue over the slit. While that side of her tongue couldn’t taste, at least it could feel - soft, yielding flesh that twitched and radiated heat like freshly harvested viscera.

But this was far more satisfying than any kill. Devouring something was fun and all, but it was far more fun to leave them alive. Leave them ruined in a different sense, knowing that their life will never be the same after their encounter.

How would the peacock squawk, she wondered? Would he beg? Would his voice go up high, would he squeal like a girl? Would he drool all over himself? She pondered what sort of sounds he’d make while she enjoyed the fox’s first quivering climax.

Kryk’s shibari-knot tongue squeezed the little thing to reward her, coax out more of her come, that pure lust. The faster her heart beat, the faster Kryk’s sublimated venom would spread…

She felt another needle-prick in the back of her flank. The same numb feeling she had earlier. One quick flex expelled the needle from her flesh - it hadn’t even gone that deep anyway…

The moment was ruined, though.

Her tongue thwipped right back into her mouth, making her quarry twist through the air and tumble to the ground like a wet ragdoll. Kryk took a moment to taste that little fuzzy thing on her tongue, smacking her lips as she looked around. She’d remember that taste, and come back for seconds eventually.

Her pupils narrowed, her eyes shone… but she couldn’t get a glimpse of her attacker. At least, not at ground level.

The next needle-dart hit her in one of her shoulders. She swiped it free, breaking it off, and plucking the little bit of metal left attached. She knew the angle, now. She saw the glint of the sniper scope up several stories.

Whoever that was probably thought she couldn’t reach them.

She completely forgot about her previous prey - new playthings were always more fun. The fox was left there, quivering, cold, her sexuality ruined forever by her encounter with the beast.

It took about 20 seconds for Kryk to ascend. Her claws tore huge chunks out of the plaster and brickwork. She got momentum and leverage from wrought-iron balconies peeking out of hotel room doorways, paying little heed to the squishy mammals who screamed and leapt back inside.

She vaulted up over the top of her target’s balcony. He was clearly ready to take a shot at her, but guessed her angle incorrectly. The sunglasses-wearing crocodile’s head turned. But the rest of him wasn’t able to turn in time as Kryk flew towards him, legs spread wide open.

The momentum of the full-body strike sent him skidding on his back into the room, at least until Kryk’s talons dug into the floor for support. The croc’s long snout was buried halfway up the raptor’s cunt, and she gave it a vice-grip squeeze.

He twitched beneath her. He tried to open his mouth, but his resistance only made her pussy wetter.

His scales were smooth, but with a touch of texture. And she was still pretty horny.

It’d make a good sex toy. She bounced up and down on him a few times, clenching and dribbling precum all over him. He was choking and squirming, though his squirms were getting slower. Kryk could feel from his body heat and the scent of his pheromones. He was either falling unconscious or falling under the spell of her venom.

Either way, he was gone. All hers. If he was able to speak, he might even try to thank her for suffocating him with her pussy.

As fun as that would have been to continue… she’d made her way halfway up the building, hadn’t she?

She couldn’t cum until she’d completed her mission. It’d be more rewarding that way.

She wanted to make the bird cum for her. Cum in her.

What better way to humiliate him…

After one last twist and grind, she finally left her squatting position.

As she pulled herself off the gator’s snout with a half-satisfied sigh, she kicked his quivering form aside. The boss’ beak probably wouldn’t feel quite as good buried inside her crotch, but she was still curious to see how he’d feel.

She couldn’t wait to fuck him.

She retraced her steps, her claws tearing slivers out of the little terrace. It creaked and whined pathetically under the weight of just one of her feet. Her razor claws embedded in the brickwork and she hoisted herself upward.

The top of the building, presumably the penthouse, fanned out from the main structure like a crown atop its head, and supported by huge beams of steel.

Were she interested in causing a little death n’ destruction, she might have just thought to tear those support beams away and let the whole thing crumble and fall under its own weight. But then she wouldn’t get to fuck the bird.

Also she’d probably kill some innocent people.

So… discretion was the name of the game.

Penthouses usually had big old glass panes, too, didn’t they? She could smash her way into the inner sanctum and put an end to this whole thing in seconds.

Once she was high enough, she took her time to examine the beams and plot out a route in her predator brain. If she could have goosebumps, the chilly wind might have given her some. She wasn’t particularly keen on staying out here for long, anyway.

Her tail whipped out and curled around one of the beams - gently, of course, not putting a ton of weight on it all at once. She slowly guided herself onto the support, gradually adding her weight bit by bit until she was shimmying along the top.

If this one broke a bit, the rest would probably hold.

She could feel heat above her. Vibrations from vocal folds. Moans, too…?

Yes, something was going on above her.

She got to the edge of the underside of the building’s crown, dropped down, and swung outwards away from the building. Her razor-sharp tail tip speared the edge of the concrete, deep enough to hold her for a second or two before the whole thing crumbled.

She swung upwards, turned to look directly into the penthouse. She attacked the glass with all four limbs and dug in, spread eagled into an X shape.

The glass cracked, but only around her claws. But her talons had made purchase, digging into the pane. She peered into the surprisingly dark room.

She could smell smoke, too, just the tiniest bit seeping out from the holes she’d punched in the glass.

She could make out the heat-shapes of three figures in particular, the warmest ones in the room.

Welp, there were two of the other ‘heroes’. Gerrark had got ‘em already by the looks of it.

Gerrark was reclining on a large soft cushion, draped in orange silk and rimmed with golden tassels. He was dressed in a long, silky robe, his fingers and neck festooned with rings and chains. His eyes were closed, and his beak was moving. She could see the sound warbling from his throat. He was singing.

She never understood why these weak fleshy creatures sang. One more mystery she didn’t really care about solving.

The little pink lizard was lying on top of him, facing down. Geek’s face was wedged between thick bird thighs that squished his cheeks and pushed him downwards. He was bobbing his head up and down, sucking on a thick pillar of pulsating bird-cock. With each downward motion, Kryk could see a hint of a little forked tongue uncurling and flicking before tightening again. Seemed the little Geek was a pretty good cocksucker.

He was putting on a good show, too.

The blue peacock was resting his head on his elbow, and his other hand appeared to have a little glove on it. Two of those gloved fingers were buried beneath the lizard’s raised tail, and it looked as though he was just about to add in a third. The Geek quivered with each new insertion, his long tail writhing in the air.

That big blue-grey fucker who’d thrown her away was standing to attention, one hand holding the tip of the long pink tail, the other one mechanically stroking his dick over the whole proceedings.

Gerrark’s legs were raised up in the air. Grassroot was beneath those legs, his snout was buried deep between the peacock’s cheeks - probably as deep as the Boss’ fingers were in Geek-Gecko’s ass. He pulled back every so often, face glistening with lube, and he gasped out some pleasured noises. She couldn’t hear him, but she could feel the vibrations through the glass.

He was saying something about Gerrark’s ass being delicious… about how he was in love with it, how he wanted to marry it.

Damn, Kryk didn’t realise how nasty Grassroot was… or the boss, for that matter. She was into it. She’d had her ass worshipped a bunch of times.

She made a mental note to make sure both of them were stuck beneath her once she’d broken the Boss.

The bird’s attention was drawn towards Kryk, at least.. He locked eyes with her. She was pretty sure he wasn’t expecting something as huge as her to smash against her penthouse window. and she only caught the slightest hint of a flinch. Still… a flinch was a flinch.

He waved at her, his finger-feathers bending and wiggling. He was half flirting with her, half making fun of her.

Not to be outdone, Kryk bashed her head against the window, making the whole thing wobble and shake, though it did not give or even crack. She traced her tongue along the wall, making a figure 8 shape, and she fixed him with a thin-pupiled, predatory stare.

He just stared back, his smug expression unchanging.

Grassroot and the Geek hadn’t noticed her. They were still absorbed in the Boss’s body.

Gerrark seemed to be pretty good at hiding his fear. She knew he was afraid. He had to be.

Her claws scratched and scrabbled at the glass as she clambered up to the top of the penthouse. There was gonna be a way in from there, and once she’d found it, it would be game over for the peacock.

There was a helipad on top of the penthouse, because of course there was. It was currently unoccupied, though… It’d probably be a risk leaving one up here, considering how the wind howled and roared from this high up. Either way, there was a large metal box with a door, one easily ripped off its hinges.

They were probably expecting her to come this way. As if any preparation would have made a difference.

She threw herself through it and plunged down the spiralling stairs, shearing and tearing them into a tangle of sharp steel as she went; she didn’t plan on him coming back up this way.

Her body felt a little bit sluggish on its way down. The pin-pricks where those little needles had hit her were distractingly itchy. She’d have to have a little power-nap once the job was done.

With a reverberating slam, she landed at the bottom of the column, concrete cracking beneath her as she reared back and tore through the wall. She could scent him. She could feel him, how close he was, the smoke, the musk, the delicious poultry flesh-taste of his cock, how good his cum would taste in her mouth…

The glass door shattered, the tiny shards twinkling in the dim, warm light. Her claws and teeth shone like knives, her eyes gleamed fluorescent…

There he was. He hadn’t even moved. He was still having his fun, getting his ass ate and his cock sucked by the other two heroes. He waved at her again.

The big guy wasn’t even moving to intercept. He just stood by and stroked.

She couldn’t taste any fear in the air.

That… that frustrated her. She snarled and took off again. It would have taken half a second to reach him, but a quarter-second before that something flashed down in front of her and she froze, startled.

…What did she have to get startled about?

A translucent bone hung in the air. It was pink, made of rubbery plastic, and it seemed to be hollow too. Like a giant toy for a giant dog.

“Pfeh!” Kryk cackled. “Is that supposed to be for me? As if… I’d…”

The bone swung back and forth in the air. Such an obvious trap. But her predator-senses wouldn’t let her tear her eyes away from it.

“Huh. I guess I could warm up my jaws on it first, couldn’t I…?”

She scratched at her ear. Some nonsense was coming through it, the rest of her team talking about something or other - Boss, good, some shit like that. If it wasn’t dug in so deep, she would have yanked it out by now…

It felt like it was shifting a little, too, thanks to this weird little warbling noise. She tilted her head to the side, scratching at the now-itchy welts where those darts had hit her. Scratching felt nice. She took a moment to sit back. The warbling was getting louder, too. Making it harder for her to think. Maybe she could spear it with her claw.

She growled, scratching at her head as she sat down on her haunches, tilting her head to the side as she bit on her lip and tried to dig in…

Her head suddenly rang with a sharp, high pitched hiss. Something that made her tail shoot upright into the air, made her sit up to sudden attention.

Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog.

It reminded her of home, of the distant, cross-dimensional landscapes she remembered, but did not miss.

It made her claws snap and quiver and her jaw tap-tap-tap with microbites. It made her stare longer and harder at the bone, and make her teeth start to tingle.

Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog.

She blinked rapidly, shaking her head and growling, thick saliva weeping from the corner of her mouth.

“What… what is h… whrrruff…”

The sound surprised her. The sudden pulse of her throat as a yap escaped it, high pitched like that of a pomeranian.

Her tongue fell from the left side of her mouth, and she tried, and failed, to pull it back in. She was panting. Hot, and dazed, and confused.

Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog.

Dog…? She wasn’t a Dog, she wasn’t just some dog, she was a… a…

Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog…

The repetitive growl was overwhelming… and persuasive. The more she heard the phrase the more she wondered if it was meant for her… the more she hoped it was meant for her.

She tried to make a swing towards the boss, but only managed to bat at the dangling pink bone. It swung away from her, then back towards her, and her mouth was tingling and drooling and itching to bite, so she leapt up to grab hold.

SQUEEEEAK!

The sharp, whining sound filled her ears and joined the strange white noise. It was so squishy and soft in her mouth too. She chewed on the toy, wriggling her head back and forth and closing her eyes with a contented, submissive growl…

What was she doing?

Her tail was swinging back and forth. She was giving in to it. Instincts that made her feel subordinate, instincts that made her want to follow directions. She… needed to dig that earpiece out, stop it from… from…

Stay. Good Dog.

As soon as she heard the command, she froze in place, her claw shooting down to her side.

Good Dog. Good Dog. Good Dog.

The constant stream of those two words kept burning into her head.

Her abdomen began to burn with estrus. She remembered the sort of mates she had, back when her instincts were baser and there was no need for words.

She needed to be filled. She needed to fuck. She needed to fuck. She needed to fuck.

She fell forward, her face resting on the floor, her pupils dilating needfully. She swung her rump, her tail glided back and forth in the air, and her pheromones began to waft their message - the message that she was horny, she was in heat, she was full of vitality…

Someone in the room would fuck her. Someone needed to fuck her. Normally she would have just lunged and taken it herself. But she felt like staying still. She felt like submitting. She felt like she needed permission.

More needle-pricks in her rump, in her neck, and more of the drugs flooded her system. She reared up and growled, her consciousness making one last gasp and trying to regain control, lumbering back up onto her hind legs and trying to glance around at her attackers…

SIT.

She immediately squatted down low, her clawed hands shooting in front of her and going limp at the wrists. She pushed her ass out behind her and her tail continued to whip back and forth.

She panted and whined lowly, hoping the sounds would coax someone, anyone to fuck her. She needed it so badly.

Good Dog. Good Dog. Good Dog.

She was fertile. She was ready. She needed to mate.

She wanted to tell everyone around her to line up. To take turns fucking her.

“ARF! RRARF!” her barks were muffled by the squeaky toy. She was still mouthing it, her sharp teeth unable to puncture its sturdy flesh.

Kryk barked louder, frustrated, wanting to produce other sounds… at least at first. But the more she realised that barking took the pressure off of her, no need to form words anymore… the more she began to wonder if she never really was an apex predator. Maybe she was just…

A Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog, Good Dog…

Yes, she was…!

“ARF!” she barked loudly again, the chew-toy released from her mouth and swinging away on the bungee cord. She reared to lunge -

STAY.

She stayed in place, her pupils dilated, her jaw snapping shut, her tail still swinging to and fro and whipping against the floor.

She wanted to chew again. She whimpered, whined, unable to use her words to plead…

Her higher functions, the words and tactics she’d learned since coming to this dimension, were all falling away. Her tail wagging, her tongue drooling, her throat growling and spasming with each new desperate bark.

Her vision swam as more of the drugs pumped in, and her head was filled with Good Dog Good Dog Good Dog Good Dog.

The lullaby made her slowly walk in a little circle, head tilted and spiralling downwards, until she curled up into a slumbering coil.

When she woke next, the Good Dog was already put to use - exactly the way she was made for, the way she desired. Her legs were up in the air, and a blue shape was plunging into her, over, and over, and over again. Something sharp pecked at her neck and cool pleasure flooded into her bloodstream. Sweet, pacifying smoke filled her nostrils, but she did not cough. She tried to bite at the wisps of smoke in the air.

She didn’t have the squeaky toy in her mouth. She was panting and drooling all over herself.

“Speak, girl,” came a sweet crooning voice.

The yaps that came from her mouth were high pitched and light, like a dog a hundredth her size. It was a far cry from the apex predator she was known to be.

Not that she remembered at that moment. In her mind, all she was was a dog. The Boss’ dog. And Dogs heeled and did as they were told.

Chapter 6 + 7 will be posted in early May, followed by the finale in Mid-May. The full story can be read right now over on my Subscribestar! www.subscribestar.adult/limewah Preview of Chapter 6 below…

Chapter 6: LUX

The room reeked of sex, smoke, and thick cologne. The fumes alone would probably be enough to knock the panda out cold, if they didn’t have their turtleneck pulled up to mitigate it a little.

The twisting mass of rutting bodies ringed around the blue and orange plumage. The Boss was in the eye of the hurricane of lust.

He was thrusting straight downwards into Kryk’s pussy. Her eyes were wide, spiralling faster with each thrust. She had an open mouthed, panting grin, and was yipping like a puppy. Her tongue was lolled out to one side, draped on the floor like a wet piece of meat.

The pink scaled Kobold was lying with his head resting against the raptor’s ass, lapping at the boss’ dangling nuts. Whenever the bird shoved himself deep inside, Vel buried his snout into the base of the shaft and lathered it with his needy, desperate tongue.

With each slap and thrust, Gerrark’s thick ass jiggled, ripples of fat travelling along his glutes like waves in an ocean. His cheeks spread wide whenever he pulled back, baring his pucker for his audience.

Grassroot had a front row seat for that. He was staring, his head nodding up and down with each thrust. His eyes were swirling orange and red, the very motion of his Boss’ thick, sweating ass was enough to put him into an even deeper trance. He was slowly bending forward, his mouth oozing saliva, as he pumped at his cock needily. Something was wrapped around his snout - it looked like a sock, dark and damp with sweat.

The big ferret, one Lux didn’t recognize, was kneeling just above the rutting trio, and was massaging Gerrark’s back with one hand, while wanking with the other. Lux could hear the cracks and pops of the Boss’ spine. Gerrark tilted his head back and crowed with delight with each crack, before burying himself even deeper than before.

“Nnnh, that’s why you’re one of my favourite mooks~! Keep that up for me, juuust like th-Nngh!”

With that crack, Gerrark buried himself deep into the raptor’s cunt, his long neck curling back as he crowed with ecstasy. The whole room stopped to listen in rapturous attention. Gerrark’s mating-call washed over his flock, and it seemed to be enough to make some of them groan out their own climaxes.

Gerrark’s thighs were pressed right against Kryk’s, and the Gecko remained buried underneath them. Thick white rivulets of cum began to leak from Kryk’s sex, and it drizzled all over the pink lizard’s face. He moaned and lapped it up dutifully, his eyelids rolling and his mouth hanging open gratefully.

Lux could see why Gerrark commanded the sheer adoration he did. Reality seemed to warp around his sheer charisma.

They should have sent more than five people. This was a mistake.

But at least if Lux escaped, it wouldn’t be a complete defeat.