Andrew hissed and paced in his cage, the drake’s tail lashed back and forth wildly as he tried to throw away the unseen feel of the prince’s hold on his body. It was like crawling bugs that ran across his body, things he couldn’t put a stop to as he gave his heavy feathered head another shake. He ruffled up his feathers and turned about again, trying to ignore the presence of the white hen that was cowering on her end of the cage as far as she could get from him. Michael wanted nothing to do with him, she was doing her damnedest to not even make eye contact as they were trapped together, obviously afraid he was going to climb onto her back again.

He couldn’t tell her that he hadn’t meant to do it. He couldn’t make her understand that none of this was his fault, he could only try to make noises to soothe her. He had tried to approach her a few times, meaning to comfort her, but her anger had driven him away from the flash of talons and the beak that had clacked at him. The betrayal in the large blue eyes had been obvious, but that didn’t help him as he considered just what he was going to do about the fact that they were stuck this way. There was no ability to communicate clearly, so he couldn’t give ideas or suggestions to his brother, instead he was left miserable and guilt ridden after what he had done.

The hen was starting to look a bit rounded in the belly, beginning to show that she was undeniably pregnant with his offspring, which made him feel worse. There was no taking back what he’d done with her, but if he could just explain that it hadn’t been him. But… had it? He hadn’t precisely been under the man’s control at the end when he’d emptied himself into her like a wild animal. That pleasure he had felt had been something of a new humiliation to him, the inability to control his own lusts until he’d been pouring his cum right into her fertile belly. Even thinking about it, he hunched his shoulders down and tried his best to not think too much about how aroused that memory made him. He shouldn’t have been aroused at all!

He sighed a little and settled down on his haunches and clacked his beak a little bit, watching as there were people getting some of the mounts in the stable ready for the army. They didn’t pay a damned lick of attention to them, they were just a set of creatures that they had to feed and care for. They didn’t care that they had once been human and there was nothing about how they talked that hinted that they might think about helping them. Andrew’s tail lashed back and forth wildly against the ground while his nostrils flared open wide. He drew in a bracing breath before letting it go again, the sound shaking a little bit as he rubbed his beak against one of his forelegs.

Their days were normal, for slaves, they were fed and cared for by the grooms, but they weren’t allowed their freedom. Both of them had had their wings clipped, the primary feathers cut short so that there was no ability or hope for flight even if he figured it out. They had large heavy collars that could be clipped to multiple chains to make sure that they couldn’t break free if they were taken from the cage. They weren’t allowed out unless Ruben was on the grounds, the prince commanding them in ways that made him feel absolute bestial. He couldn’t control himself, not even a little bit, and that meant that he was frequently called up to the various parties as a sort of ‘entertainment’. They were a living example of what would happen to those that stood against the ground.

He finally settled down on his stomach miserably and let out a sigh, resting his beak on his forelegs while he watched Mike out of the corner of his eyes. The white hand was nosing at her belly, a look of dismay and disbelief on her face that caused him to flinch a little bit. There was no denying that he had done something horrible to her. She’d never recover from this experience, he was positive that she’d hate him to the end of his days. Would she even believe him if he could talk? He doubted it. Why would she believe him? He sighed a little bit and started to close his eyes, settling himself for a nap when there was the sound of boots on the cobblestones.

“Sleeping?” Ruben’s familiar voice chimed out, cheerful and merry sounding. “I would have hoped you’d be engaging in something more important.”

_Get the hell out of here. _ Andrew jerked his head up with an angry hiss, gaping his beak wide as the prince walked towards the cage, dressed as if he were going out hunting.

“They are magnificent, sir.” One of his attendants said with a light high pitched voice. “Black and white, beautiful!”

“Yes, I have every intention of taking their first offspring as my personal mount, though I think the female might have a time of it given that she's already showing.” Ruben answered with a sidelong smile. “They are becoming quite famous already.”

“You were wise to make them such a show case, my lord.” The servant nodded his head up and down shortly. “I suppose you might even be able to sell them with a good amount of money.”

_Sell me? _ Andrew tipped his head feathers back in horror at the suggestion, but Ruben shook his head in disagreement as he moved in closer with a soft smile still on his face.

“You have been neglecting your mate. I think you've been spending too much time sulking here instead of bonding.” The man said, his eyes glittering with a malice that made Andrew stiffen unhappily, the low growl starting to build up. “Today, I will spare you the audience of a party, but in exchange, you will spend the rest of the day filling your sibling. When your cock no longer rouses to the occasion, you will use your tongue or beak.”

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No! I've done enough! Andrew jerked up onto his feet as he felt the slide and caress of heat running through his body as the spell was called up and tightened him. _ _

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“I expect you to attend your hen fully, until I tell you otherwise, I want her to be so well fucked that she is drooling your seed in puddles beneath her.” Ruben continued and the spell tightened itself over him. “She is your hen, she has no say over what happens to her, remember that...”

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The spell was hot and fiery feeling, pouring over him as he tried to struggle against it, but there was no struggling against magic he didn't understand. His body began to respond with a tightness against his belly, twitching and quivering lightly. There was a heave upwards that made his cock tip start to slide free from his sheath as he swallowed a breath. His mind wasn't aroused, it was only his body that was getting turned on, running hot and cold in turn as his eyes swung over towards the white hen. She was glaring at both of them, her eyes glittering angrily as her tail whipped back and forth, but her eyes moved towards him with a sudden dawning horror as he realized that more of his cock was starting to slide free.

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It was an arousal that was nearly painful to feel as it slipped out of him, pushing outwards inch after inch as the command rang through his mind and body. The magic was made for this, humming to life so that he had no choice while she glared at him and let out an angry noise. The disbelief and anger building up while the shoulders hunched down as there was a little hiss that vibrated low in her throat. She didn't know why he was obeying the man, he hadn't even suggested a punishment, all she saw was that he was turning towards her with his head lowering down towards his shoulders. The aim on her making him tremble in place as he tried to hold himself back. _ _

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_No damnit, not again! They can't make me do this again. _ He thought, feeling like a puppet, his command of his own body gone completely.

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Mike gave a hiss as she watched her brother staring at her with lust in his eyes, lust that made her hunch down and curl her tail between her legs. She wasn't going to tolerate this! Why was he listening to the prince? Had Ruben told him that he could become human if he simply did what he was told? She let out a soft noise and gave a little hunch of her haunches as her tail snapped against the ground wildly. It dropped up and down a few times while she turned about, meaning to bolt backwards towards the small 'den' that was filled with straw, but the den's door was shut. She was left exposed as her brother approached her with his head held up and that glistening dark red length was drooping heavily beneath him, swaying back and forth.

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She didn't understand why Andrew wasn't making more of a stance against the prince that had tormented them. It was bad enough that her belly was swollen with his growing egg, she had been mounted half a dozen times by him before she had started to show and then she had been fucked simply because the prince seemed to enjoy making sure they gave a good show when they were commanded too. She would have loved to fight it off, but there was no battling against the larger male when at times he was hard enough with her that she was frightened. No matter what he did, she wasn't willing to hurt him, not simply because he decided to obey the prick of a prince. He might have no loyalties to blood, but she did!

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There were small dribbles of wet precum hitting the ground as the barbed tip was lifted up a little bit, flexing upwards before he snarled at her. He stared at her, the red eyes pinning her in place before he reached out with a paw and hit hard against her shoulders, pushing her down against the ground as she thrashed her way upwards with a wild twist and contorted herself, beak gaping as the claws flexed down. It was forceful, refusing to give her any leeway to get back up as she struggled to get her weight beneath herself to heave higher up, only to feel the next drive down that pinned her firmly against the ground. The low growl filled her ears, thick and heavy sounding, teasing her ears while she whined out.

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“Oh very good...” Ruben said with a rich purring laugh, moving away from the cage doors. “Remember, you must be filling her at all times, I don't care how, but if your cock is hard it must be inside of her.”

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He was sick! Ruben’s eyes were bright with delight while he took a few steps back and Andrew thrummed out a low rumble of desire, pushing harder down against her shoulders. There was no getting away as she picked up the scents of eager male on the air, something that had her choking a bit on the mixture. He took so much pleasure in his commands that he didn’t even seem to consider that it was his twin. She let out a low growling warning, the thick noise vibrating up from her throat as he loomed above her and the cock twitched upwards against the belly with a little droop that fell back down again before me moved around her.

He wasn’t going to step behind her, instead he pushed over her head so that her feathers were tickling against the line of the underbelly, fluttering over the edges with a little bit of a rub. She tried to drop her head down as she saw the heavy cock lifting up higher in the air. It was drooling out a splatter of hot precum down as she saw the edge of barbs and tried to jerk her head backwards. Her breathing came out a little bit faster and she twisted backwards, trying to break free before his other forepaw hit hard against her shoulders. He put his weight on her, refusing to let her up, nearly crushing her as the talons on the eagle like claws dug down and his cock was swung up near her face.

She turned her head to one side as the tip slapped near against her cheek, smearing a webbing of precum against her and chasing it down along the line of the cheek feathers. Michael felt her skin flushed a hot angry red, breathing coming faster as she could taste the musk from the drake. She kept her head to one side as the shaft swung up against her and gave a series of short twitches, rubbing and pushing against the side of her cheek. The slide backwards pulled from her, running along the edge of her beak, trailing with a little dribble of wetness that blossomed from the tip and ran down towards the hooked edge.

She jerked her head down, trying to get away, when he moved one of his forelegs down to curl along the line of her chin and forced it upwards. The rasp of the claws played against her, teasing before her head was yanked higher up and faced the obscene length of bestial cock. Her panic began to grow as one of the hooked talons curled right beneath the edge of her beak and pried it open. She struggled to snap it shut again, but it was held there, opening wide and gaping further to show the inside of her beak before his hips shifted down against her. That’s all he needed to do before the tip of the cock suddenly pushed itself right into her hard edged beak.

He didn’t hesitate or give her time to prepare herself, there was no bracing it for what was about to happen as the cock tip suddenly drove forward and pried right into the depths of her beak. She was choking on the taste of it as there was a squirt of hot liquid and the girth drove into her throat, making her gag around him as he pushed himself forward with a low rumbling noise. It filled her ears, making her flatten them further as her own brother stuffed his length right into her maw until his thick base held her jaws open wide as she gulped and swallowed. Her tongue was pinned in place as the hips rolled, shifting a little bit and pushing the tip in further.

She wasn’t choking on him, not after the initial panic, instead she was able to swallow around him as he hunched his back over her and nipped roughly at her tail. The beak tugged firmly while she felt him rubbing through her soft throat, the avian ribbing teasing over him with each little movement. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, startled while he rubbed himself back and forth, stimulating her as she let out a ragged little noise. She was trying to pull her head back, doing her best to pull away, but the tip only pushed in deeper until she was shaking in place with a little gagging call.

She didn’t even consider that she might not be able to drool in this shape, but she was drooling, thick rivulets ran along the curve of her beak, drooling down messily. Her entire body stiffened up as she flailed and jerked backwards gain, her legs splayed as wide as they could go. Her breathing was hot and humid as he rolled his hips in short bursts, rolling backwards with a wet slurp that pulled almost all the way back. The tip popped free, thick salty tasting precum ran along her tongue as she tried to spit it out, but without lips she couldn’t very well spit. It was useless to try as she splayed her forelegs to either side and her brother suddenly drove down hard, prying in as far as it could possibly go.

She could have just bitten down and that would have stopped him, a sharp bite would have made Andrew flee, but it was her twin. Even if he seemed to have forgotten who and what she was, she wasn’t going to hurt him and let the damned prince win. She couldn’t just bite him on the cock because she was humiliated, but it still stung as she felt the wild plunges forward that were spitting out hot thick splatters of precum inside of her throat. The barbs were raising up, rasping outwards, raking with a powerful movement that began to make her contort herself as she closed her throat to cough. That only seemed to excite him as he let out a groan of pure pleasure and roughly sank home. That eagerness made her eyes blaze with outrage, how could he enjoy this?

It was bad enough that she was swollen with his growing egg, a fact she couldn’t deny as her body had begun to show more and more signs that she was truly going to give birth to his offspring. The memory of what had been done to her, inside of her, still tormented her as she shifted a little bit and then felt the tip driving deep. The pressured stream of precum was flushing down further as the beak closed down around the base of her tail and yanked roughly. The edge of it grabbed and yanked backwards, heaving her hind legs up in the air as she tried to keep it down.

She could feel her sex being exposed to the air, something that made her whine out, vibrating up along the twitching boned length that was examining her, tormenting her, working in deeper before her throat closed down again.

The contraction squeezed and suckled harder, plucking along the barbs.

They were a torment to her, constantly dragging through the tender line of

her throat, pulling back with enough force that she let out a whine and twisted in place. The movements became wild as she turned her head to one side and then the other. Her breathing came out in a ragged burst, her toes curled down as her brother suddenly drove forward hard.

It was a violent plunge, one that drove the base deep into her beak prying it open wider as the knot lodged itself right against the back of her beak, hooking inside of her. She wasn’t able to pull her head back as the knot was growing wider. It was throbbing and thickening by the moment, the barbs were digging in harder, a torment as the tip twitched further into her throat. She wasn’t able to pull away, she was trapped on the growing knot that began to open wider and wider, her beak aching as it was stretched open to the widest point.

She jerked back, immediately trying to yank her way free, but the knot was locked inside of her beak. She was breathing out raggedly as the entire cock thickened inside of her achingly wide throat, the barbs hooking harder. The sore feeling grew worse by the moment while she choked and gagged around him, giving her head a few wild shakes again, her panic rising as the drake’s beak bit down hard enough to make her muffle a screech of shock. Her throat bulging with the size of him, barely able to breathe around it as she splayed her toes again and then jerked back again. The entire cock began to twitch upwards, throbbing and quivering as the balls began to move upwards and contract.

The cock suddenly exploded, the tip pouring out a hot eruption of seed running down the back of her forcibly spread throat. She was choking on the taste of it, the convulsions worked and milked along the length of it, pulling her head backwards. Her breathing came a little bit rasping, choking the sounds as she swallowed down the next eruption of cum. It was flowing down her throat, stringing slightly as she let out a short noise. It was muffled, ragged sounding, her body shaking a little bit as her eyes bulged and she felt the balls heaving up and twitching slightly.

Andrew’s voice was rich with pleasure, the little noises came with the short littlee thrusts forward and then pulled back again. The mess of it drooling backwards, running towards the line of his jaws, dribbling down along the underside of his beak. It was coated over the edges and puddled down as she couldn’t drink it all. She could feel it warming the lower portion of her gut, but it was still better than feeling it heating up slightly as she whined out low in her throat. The grip on her tail released her finally, the drake panting a little bit as his paws moved to straddle either side of her pinned body.

How could he do this? We are twins! I would never treat him this way! _ She thought with a wild surge of anger and despair. _He’s acting like he enjoys Ruben’s sick ideas, just needing to be ordered to give into it.

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Andrew felt his cock locked inside of the heavy beak, twitching still, drooling out his cum as his balls twitched and churned. God, her throat was so delightful feeling, he even hated feeling that, but he couldn’t help himself. It was ribbed and clutched him tightly with each swallow, milking and plucking against his barbs while he remained with his hind legs splayed open to either side. His stomach shifted a little bit as he tried to find a better position while his tail whipped back and forth behind him. The pleasure was still there as his knot remained locked inside of the beak and he felt a sudden nudge of her body beneath him.

At least he didn’t have to look her in the eyes, know that Michael was in there thinking that he agreed to all of this. He didn’t, he would have done anything besides do this to his own brother, but what else could he do? The magic was too strong gripping him, it refused to allow him to slip free, he was lost under the control as slowly and steadily his balls began to relax. The stream of it began to drool slowly, the force of it relaxing while he flicked his wings against his back. He felt his nares flush a hot red as he looked down at her sleek white haunches and felt the urge rising up through the command despite the fact Ruben wasn’t here.

_I don’t want to do this, I can’t do this. _ He thought with a little flinch of despair as he nosed his beak against the line of the tail. He nipped and she jumped, jostling his knot slightly so that it was loosening in the hold.

The gryphon hen hissed out angrily and he jerked his hips backwards a bit, rasping backwards with a little drag that pulled harder. He felt his barbs catching her throat so that she clamped down and those supple muscles suckled around him tightly, pulling firmly enough that it was an effort to draw his cock back from her clutching hot maw. His tail twitched a little, his breathing became slightly sharper as he tipped his head downwards and then jerked his cock back away. The strain pulled at his knot, a sharp near pain that made him hiss out, and then he pulled free with a lewd noise and his cock hung down full and heavy between his hind legs.

The guilt that assaulted him made his stomach go cold as he stepped backwards, the movements stiff as his cock swung back and forth. The knot was still swollen enough that it couldn’t pull back into his sheath, dripping a bit of cum to the ground beneath him. He wanted to stop right there, he would have done anything to take away what he’d just done. Or just walk away and ignore her, but he couldn’t, not with the feel of the command still clinging to his skin. There wasn’t enough of him to actually fight the compulsion that had him stalking around her. His eyes were fixated on her haunches, her tail, he had to keep her filled, one way or another.

The only real control he had over the situation was how to keep her filled. He didn’t have to fuck her naturally, Ruben hadn’t specified that and he also hadn’t specified that he had to hurt her. Perhaps he could at least make it as pleasant as he could for her instead of painful. He was certain that she hadn’t enjoyed the attention he’d given her when he’d bred her, so it was going to be a kindness to try and something different. He swallowed a little and didn’t fight as he reached around her haunches and lifted up a forepaw to press right against her haunches to pin her in place.

Michael let out a shrill protesting call, her eyes flashing wide as she tried to wriggle free out from under his hold. His talons plucked against her, raking a little bit as he put more weight onto her so that she couldn’t get up. She swung her head back at him, her beak coated in a smear of pearly cum that was dribbling down along the underside of her beak. The messy appearance made him flinch with guilt, but that didn’t stop him as he nosed his head up and beneath her tail. The hot breath puffed out of him, flushing out over the edges of her pucker, trailing down towards the curve of her exposed pink folds.

His twin’s folds, that made his blood run cold, but he was already extending out his tongue to lick out against them. The first touch made her cry out, the angry outraged sound didn’t stop him as he began to work his tongue against her, stuffing forward to open the walls wider and wider. He drove it inwards until he felt he outer lips splitting open wide around the tip of his tongue before he pulled backwards. It was a delicate touch that probed against her and he had to shove more weight against her haunches, keeping her down so that his tongue tip began to spread her open. The hot humid breath spilled out messily, falling down over the edges as the hips tried to jerk upwards against his forepaw.

I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Michael… Andrew thought as hard as he could, hoping that his twin would hear him somehow. And then he began to stuff his tongue home and gave into the compulsion that had been set on him.

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Michael’s beak gaped open in shock at the heat of the tongue stuffing itself home. The steady strain and stretch made her entire body tense up and draw her haunches up against the forepaw that tried to keep her pinned down. Her heavy breath began to come out in wild little bursts, the beak opened up as wide as it could possibly go before the tongue stuffed forward and penetrated her body. It was a rough texture, rasping and dragging through her strangely while her toes began to splay open wide in reaction as the tongue pushed up and between her folds, rasping against her clit roughly so that she was made to feel the shove that began to sink itself forward and the hard edge of the beak pressed against him.

It split her puffy lips open wider and wider, she was gaping to the point that she felt a twinge of pain when her inner walls began to pry open wider. The tongue tip began to give a little bit of a dart and curl upwards. It caused her stomach to tense up, contorting herself in place while she gave a little cry from low in her throat. The tongue drove itself home and the claws dug against her haunches hard enough to take her breath away. She splayed her hind legs open wider as her passage was glutted on her passage, straining the walls to the widest point. The inner walls clamped down tightly, feeling the squeeze that flexed and suckled against the appendage that twisted itself through her body and then pulled back out again.

The hardness of the beak began to push forward as she threw her head back, her shudder bursting over her and trembling down along the length of her back. Her haunches were pushed up higher in the air, trembling slightly as the tongue tip began to rasp backwards to a swipe that pulled up against the line of the clit. The dart and push made her shudder as she felt an unwilling surge of pleasure from the attention. She couldn’t stop it, it was sharp and immediate as her inner walls suckled and squeezed, pulling when the tongue tip drove back forward. The smooth curve of the beak began to pry her open wider, parting her walls, straining them to the point that she let out a ragged call.

He wasn’t trying to hurt her, worse, he was using her body against her as he began to stimulate her with the tip of his tongue. He gave a series of little licks and curls, working their way in deeper as her puffy lips were split open wider around the swell of his beak. Her hind legs braced, trying to heave up in the air, but he kept his paw on her to make sure that she was pinned. Her ragged pants burst out with a wild little noise while she wriggled forward with a little contortion. The juices were starting to run against the tongue as the tip shoved forward to push forward with a scoop upwards before pulling back again. The wet sounds making her nares flush slightly before he pushed his beak forward harder.

Suddenly she felt the sudden stretch and strain as her passage was opened up, straining wider and wider, being forced open around the beak and the weight of it delved in further. The tongue wiggled out further, darting and pushing, rasping with a drag meant to stimulate the line of her tender passage. It caused her ears to fall back again and she braced her haunches while her brother began to twitch his tongue around. It was meant to keep her on edge, finding parts with almost painfully sensitive nerves to make her give a jump and relaxed again. She swung her head back while her brother groaned out and sent a vibration running through her body.

She was horrified to enjoy it, she didn’t want to enjoy it, she felt herself twisting and her stomach built up strangely as she felt the twist and turn of the beak. It drove into her, prying her apart wide as it could go as her own brother sampled her with his tongue. His beak was pushing up higher and higher, straining open wider as she felt the next contraction tighten down around him. The wetness was pushing out over the edges, running down along the line of the chin as she strained her legs out a little bit and she tried to push her ass up higher in the air. That pushes began to strain further and further, her lips thinning down to hold him as his tongue worked harder.

The beak was forming a thick wedge before the jaws suddenly opened up and strained her just that much wider, a painful strain that made her jump in place. Her walls contracted down tightly, squeezing harder to try and push outwards as the wet arousal clung on him before he pulled backwards with a little glide that pulled backwards. It didn’t pull that much further before he licked again, the rasping touch ran out over the edges with a smooth caress. The tip of the tongue caught at sharp angles, deliberately making sure her body was arching higher up in the air. Her eyes went slightly wild and she tried to jump away, but Andrew was brutal in the way he held her.

She hated that she enjoyed it, feeling her glutted walls opening to the widest point as she whined out under her breath and then the drake shuddered a stop. He pulled backwards with a lewd noise, slipping his beak free her gaping folds while she whimpered, her ears splayed to either side while Michael felt the claw against her haunch again. The sudden slip pulled over the edges and she opened her eyes to see the black drake panting and staring at her with darkened eyes. His cock was twitching once more beneath him, heavy and swollen as it twitched up a little squirt of wetness and suddenly his body was heaving over her once more. That was all Michael saw before her brother’s cock began to prod at her recently splayed sex and sank inwards.

Andrew couldn’t stop that command that held him, to keep her filled, and the moment his cock had begun to harden he had moved into action. He was controlled, bound, held hostage by the geas that had been placed on him. He could do nothing to save himself, no arguments he could make. He would obey his Master.

I’m so sorry… He breathed out miserably and shuddered after the first moment that his cock sank home inside of his twin.

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One month later

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The sound of bugles playing was breaking free crisp and clear in the morning sun as Michael flinched angrily in the heavy leather harness that had been affixed to her swollen heavy body. She was swollen stomach dragged the ground far more low than it should have been, distended with the sheer size of the egg that was growing inside of her. She could no longer walk, she could barely waddle with the egg that was nearly ready to be laid. Her stomach was drooping down low on the ground, her teats standing out as they had thickened up oddly in the last few weeks, showing that she was coming closer to laying. She was humiliated by it, appalled that her body was being forced into this role. How could anyone let this happen? How could she be forced to carry an egg?

Early in the morning the grooms had come to fetch her, hooking up a series of leather collars and harnesses that were meant to keep her from breaking away or bolting. Worse, these restraints weren’t just soft supple leather, but a set of leather wrapped bars that forced her legs to stiffly splay open to either side as she had her forebody resting against the ground and her haunches were jutting up high in the air. Her tail was strapped down to rest against the line of her spine, pinned in place while she let out a nervous little hiss while the grooms finished tightening up the buckles and making sure that they were well and truly latched down where she couldn’t break free.

“Keep her beak down against her forelegs, I want to make sure that she’s not going to simply roll to break free.” A groom said nervously. “The prince says that if we fail him… We cannot fail him. He has taken pains to set up todays demonstration.”

“Aye, the male is easier than she is, though.” The other groom said and then gave one of her hind legs a kick that forced it to splay open wide, unsettling her until she was nearly falling onto her beak. “Get those legs open now!”

“But she’s the one they want to see lay.” The first groom said and then sighted a little bit as if he were upset. “He'll be coming out too, but at least he's trained. NNF! Stop that!”

The swat on her haunches made Michael bristle as she was treated like an animal, stretched out and put on display without any attempt to ask her to do what they wanted. They just grabbed and forced her to do what they wanted as the leather pushed her head down further and she fought the urge for panic as they spoke about her being forced to lay. That meant that someone was going to come to enjoy the show. That had been done dozens of times in the past few months, they had repeatedly been dragged out and put on display like a pair of animals as her brother had violated her in every way possible.

Most of the time they were younger offspring of lords that were meant to learn that this would be what happened if they fell in with a rebellion started by their fathers. Ruben always made sure that people were well and truly aware of who they were, taking pains to tell them about what had happened the moment they'd been changed and who was the sire of the egg in her belly. They were her peers, people she knew, people she had talked with over food and laughed at when they'd been at a party and she was forced to see them staring at her as if she were a freak show. Now, now she was getting nearer to laying which meant that they had probably invited everyone to see the event.

The last few leather straps were pulled over her shoulders and she was locked into play, her head tilted to one side so that her gaze was fixated on the seating that was set up to one side of the stable yard. She let out a short noise, wheezing out a short breath and then ground her beak roughly as she let out a little trembling breath as she shifted her paws to either side. She gave a rough yank backwards, pulling away as far as she could go while her wings twitched and the grooms rubbed her furred haunches. She didn't know where her twin was, but she had no doubt that he'd return soon enough, and god... then the show would begin all over again.

They have to turn me back after this, they have too... She thought wildly and let out a whine under her breath.

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“Stay hard, aroused, there won't be a moment that you aren't erect and eager....” Ruben's words echoed in Andrew's mind as he stood with his legs stiff and feeling miserable with the arousal that was beating over him.

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The command had been given hours ago when he had been brought from the stable by the prince to greet an incoming delegation. His body had responded to that command by being stiff and hard, his cock jutting out under him so painfully and did his best to ignore the fact that his father walked on the opposite side of the prince. His father. God, he had met his father outside of the city with his cock hard and twitching beneath him, leaving a puddle where he had been standing as the older man had stiffly greeted the prince with anger blazing in his eyes and pleasantries had been exchanged.

_ _

That was why he had been forced to accompany Ruben, to face his father with a bestial cock jutting out under his belly so aroused that it was starting to hurt as they made their way towards the stables. He did his best not to look at the man who had sired him, ashamed of himself, feeling as if he were a failure. His eyes flashed a little bit, twisting his head to one side to avoid his father as they began to approach the stable. He didn't know why his father was here except to ransom them, but it had been months. He flexed his cock up and shuddered, feeling a pain in his lower belly, the strain of need making him shudder as they turned towards the stable.

_ _

“Where is the king?” His father finally snapped out, the snarl angry sounding as they moved closer to the main grounds. “I was told I would meet with him personally.”

_ _

“You led a rebellion against him, surely you don't expect him to meet with you personally?” Ruben said, his voice a little stiff as they padded towards the outer edges of the yard where the open exercise pen was located. “I am to accept the terms of your surrender personally.”

_ _

“And to give me by sons and heirs back.” His father responded, Lord Grayson's voice hard edged as he spoke. “I have waited long enough for you ransom them too me.”

_ _

“Of course, your sons.” Ruben smiled, a cruel smile that stretched the edges of his lips. “I assure you, your sons have been invaluable here with us.”

_ _

“You imprisoned them, their rank dictates that they should have been ransomed immediately.” He snapped out angrily, his eyes flashing as they moved towards the pen, and Andrew felt his body stiffening up.

_ _

When they'd left, the pen had been empty of everything excepte for a few grooms, but now he nearly froze at the sight of the hen strapped down in leather and chains. The heavily gravid white form was stretched out as far as she could go, her rounded stomach put on display as her upper body was stretched down tight to the ground while her ass was pushed up in the air as far as it could possibly go. She was presenting herself, tail tied down against her back so that there was no evading the sight of those soft ass cheeks and the glimpse of the pink pucker and the folds beneath them. Just that sight made his balls tighten up, a painful need that was like a punch in the gut as his father stumbled to a stop.

The older man was staring in outrage, the flash of the eyes revealing nothing more than the disgust at the sight of the bound animal. Andrew glanced at him briefly, but his eyes were dragged back to his twin and he felt a surge of pure lust that were rising up low in his chest and starting to choke him. He wanted her, his cock was so painfully hard that he gave a series of little thrusts forward, rolling back and forth. The trail of the cock tip against the line of his belly left a wet smear against it, starting to grow worse by the moment. His beak parted as he took a step forward and then froze, eyes jerking over towards his master as Ruben’s expression became a bit more pleased.

“I didn’t come here to be subjected to your sick displays, my prince.” His father spoke in a short tone, thick with anger and sarcasm both. “I have seen and heard of them in the past.”

“Oh not quite like this.” Ruben stepped forward, a hand moving to stroke down along Andrew’s feathered shoulder. “This is especially for you.”

“Bring me to my sons!” The roared command brought Michael’s head up, the hen looking wild as she saw their father. “I did not come here to be humiliated.”

“You are mistaken, sir, you have come here to be humiliated.” The man said, the hard edge to his voice growing worse by the moment. “You stood up against my father, you tried to conquer lands that were his own, you are here at his mercy.”

“So you won’t allow me to have my heirs?” Lord Grayson’s tone was almost despairing, something that made Andrew flinch guiltily. “This was simply to humiliate me?”

“Of course not. Did you not want to go and great your son? Well, former son, she is rather less male now.” Ruben said smugly, stepping to one side with a gesture of a hand towards the bound hen. “She has been quite lovely to have in my stable.”

“My son?” Grayson’s eyes went to the hen, the anger building up with disbelief while Ruben went in closer to him. The fingers danced lightly against him, rubbing with a caress that tickled their way downwards.

Ruben’s eyes were filled with fierce satisfaction and pleasure, looking over the old man staring at the hen. His fingers curled through Andrew’s feathers with a delicate stroke that made him give a little jump, his cock stiffening again, the little twitch and quiver painting his undercarriage hot and slippery with precum. He wanted to stare at his twin, the lust growing worse as the old man swung his eyes back towards the prince. Grayson’s face was wreathed with disbelief and growing anger, something that began to grow worse by the moment when the eyes moved towards the drake. Andrew fought not to shrink back to get away, but the prince patted his shoulder firmly.

“Oh yes, and your other son, Andrew has been quite wonderfully trained with me. He is…eager to please.” The man drawled out slowly, thoughtfully. “I would have assumed he’d do his best to get free, but he seems to want to obey.”

“You’re lying.” Grayson said flatly, the tone not even tinged with emotion before Ruben gave a gesture with one hand.

“Andrew, go and greet your father.” The prince commanded and he couldn’t disobey, his legs began to move, stepping forward stiffly while his ears flattened down tight to his head.

He didn’t want to show that it was himself, but he couldn’t disobey as the despair in his father’s eyes increased as he walked forward and slowly, and carefully, began to bow. He knew that he was still exposed, his arousal swinging around beneath him as if he were trying to put himself on display. He felt his chest tighten a little bit as the eyes flicked over him, the little swing and shift of the gaze taking in his entire body while he muffled a low noise. He didn’t like the way the man was watching him, his father’s eyes widening a bit further as he dropped his head down and slowly, carefully, bowed as elegantly as if he were truly still a man.

When he bowed, he saw his father’s eyes go even wider, the shock plain on the older man’s face. He did his best not to meet him in the eyes, the shame began to rise up to choke him as he realized that there was no hiding what he’d done with his own brother. Michael was there with her belly filled with his egg and there was nothing he could do to excuse what he’d done. He couldn’t even talk to say that it was magic that had made her do it. She was forced to be confronted with the fact that he had done something so unforgivable.

“Come and have a seat, my lord, I would hate for you to miss the birth of your future grandchild.” Ruben said, coming up behind the lord, Grayson’s shoulders were drooping with an edge of defeat. “It is time for you to see what your rebellion has truly cost you.”

_I’m so sorry father. _ Andrew tried to apologize as the man was pulled back away, Ruben’s eyes fixed on him in a way that made him want to shrink back. This wasn’t going to end well for him, not at all. Or for Michael.

~ ~ * ~ ~

_Father! _ Michael tried to squirm towards him, her chest dragging against the grounds as she felt the strain of the leather cutting around her to refuse to let her go towards him.

The sight of her father being led to the seats set up beneath an open air tent was a blow to her pride. His eyes looked at her, sharp and despairing as there was no denying who and what she was. She couldn’t even comfort him by saying that she was still intact behind the beaked face, instead she was left tied up as Ruben escorted the older man and left her with her brother looming above her. Her brother, who was hanging low and hard beneath his belly with his cock tip twitching upwards with a light series fo twitches that quivered higher up and nearly bounced against his chest.

He had come here aroused, as if the moment he’d seen her she had made him grow hot and hard for her. She hated that sight, hated the dread and desire that mingled together at the sight of him padding towards her with his head at a level with his shoulders. He kept his eyes on Ruben, not on her, but that didn’t’ surprise her in the least bit. There was no denying that he was willing to do whatever the man wanted to do to and with her. He would only whisper a suggestion and he would do it. Had this been the reason they had been captured? Had Andrew wanted to end up in the body of a beast and this was just his chance to get it?

“Andrew! Mount your hen, show your father just how deep those father’s bonds go.” The command came from Ruben as he settled in a chair, Grayson following with a look of despair on him.

The drake swung his head back to look at her, his eyes dark while there was a low trill that burst out of his throat as he moved closer towards her. There was a little bit of a quiver and jerk upwards that ran up along the tip of the cock before it drooped down again. It was painfully hard looking with the barbs standing out clearly against either side, lifting up as high as they could go. She whined out and tried to thrash her way free as her brother didn’t even try to make a show of fighting off the command as he stalked towards her. Each step came with a little roll of the hips and shoulders, the wings set back as his head held level with his chest.

She snarled at him angrily, the sound erupting out frantically as her own twin padded behind her as if he didn’t hear her distress. He never did, he was too busy lost in his own passions and lusts that she wanted no part of. She gave another twist and contortion as he moved a paw up against her haunches and slid over her, his body sliding upwards with a graze of the feathers against the line of her back as the warm body pressed over him firmly. The slow

slide moved against the curve of either side with a little slide of the paws that hooked against the edges of the haunches. The claws dug down roughly, squeezing roughly as his larger chest rested against the shoulders and suddenly the beak closed along her neck.

That was Michael’s only warning before his hips jabbed forward without a single attempt to ease it in. The narrow cock tip caught against her puffy folds of her sex, slimy feeling as he shuddered from beak to tail before there was a sudden snap forward. The world swam in front of her as she shrieked out in reaction of the tip driving into her body. The impact was sharp and immediate, her body writhing as she was forced to stretch wide all the way down to the knot. He gave her no warm up, no prep, instead he clamped down harder on her scruff and twisted with a muted growl as his hind legs strained to keep him plunged as deeply as he could possibly go inside of her.

Her quivering walls were achingly stretched around him, clutching and working around his spire with small spasms that ran along the heavy cock with smooth movements. She was milking and squeezing, contracting down and relaxing again as she gave a little bit of a shudder. Her stomach arched up higher in the air, her toes splayed open wider as she tried to brace herself under the impact of the cock tip digging roughly against her cervix. He ground himself against her roughly, rubbing back and forth as there was a hot spill of precum rushing through her passage and making her breath catch in the back of her throat.

He drew backwards with a rake of barbs, a torment that rattled through her and caused her eyes to flash wide and panicked. Her father was watching from the chair beneath the erected tent, staring at both of them in horror and anger as his fingers looked mottled white as he gripped his cane. She was nearly choking with the urge to beg him for help, but her eyes found Ruben watching with his lips parted in desire. He loved the vision of her pinned beneath her brother, he leaned forward as if he could get closer to it, wanting to be a part of the action as the pumping hips ended each impact against her bulging cervix.

“Do you see? He obeys me. He has taken his role of animal well, and she is hardly better.” Ruben commented lazily. “A shame you spent so much time trying to raise animals to be people.”

Another thrust and Michael cried out, her beak gaped to the widest point as the tip dug roughly right against that sealed opening. Since she had been growing heavier with her egg, she had felt that barrier pushing outwards as her stomach made room for the growing egg and shell. It meant that he couldn’t hilt inside of her, instead, he was forced to simply batter against that opening before his paws began to curl along her hips. He was hugging her tightly as the brutal hold on her scruff refused to let her go while he pounded away at her aching sex. She was letting out another call, screeching out a shocked sound before he drew backwards with a rake of the barbs. They stung her, teasing and digging into her tender slick flesh.

The pressured drives of that tip against her began to make her flinch with the muscles along her stomach tensing up and then relaxing again. It was the impact that tried to pry her open to let the rest of him in and Andrew didn’t give a damn about how she felt. The claws clutched and he drove into her with a speed that took her breath away. She was lost in the sensations of his tip prying and pushing, each impact making her clamp her beak shut as he snarled against her. His movements were shaking and frantic as his weight kept firmly above her, and she couldn’t even pull her legs together to try and hide what was happening as he split her open time and again.

The barbs only worked harder, raking backwards over the line of her barrier. She could feel how it was trying to part her, making the pressure and cramps grow before she twisted backwards. He was drooling against her, that huffing heat coming from him as she let out a weak call. The sound was bestial and lost feeling as Andrew’s talons dug harder, putting pressure on her egg filled stomach. Didn’t he know their father was watching them both and seeing what he was doing to her?

~ ~ * ~ ~

Andrew was lost in finally feeling something wrapped around his cock after nearly an hour of parading about with it being sported beneath his body. She was hot and tight, wet and clutching and that’s all that mattered to him. Some sane part of his mind was telling him that he was going far above and beyond what he had been ordered, but after so long standing around with his cock hanging down beneath him and he didn’t care. He was slamming into her so that his fat base was grinding right up against her splayed lips while his tip hit against the full egg chamber.

The hot mixture of precum was drooling from him, churning with her own fluids as he folded his ear tufts down tight. He was shaking slightly, his body trembling in place while he twisted his hips backwards and there was a wet popping sound. His cock pulled free with a splatter against her white haunches and then he humped wildly to seat himself back inside of her again. He didn’t care about anything except driving back home and feeling her pried open to the widest point. His snarl rang in his own ears before she screeched out as he found her opening and filled her once again.

She was shaking under him, his beak clutching hard enough to draw blood as his paws felt along that egg filled stomach. For a moment, he was furious at the presence of the egg that kept him from knotting her and he clutched down. He felt the hard smooth shell under his paws and the weight of it pushed backwards while he humped into a series of thrusts that battered harder, nearly parting her cervix. He just wanted to feel her clutching him, the small spasms and contractions of the muscles pushing him towards the edge as he let out a shaking pant and squeezed his toes down harder.

The egg was pushed backwards against him, making him feel the tightness of the narrow passage flexed around him. It was a squeezing contraction meant an additional surge of pleasure through him as he leaned into his thrusts and began to make them faster, shorter, just barely stimulating his barbs through her. He could hear his own breathing and was disgusted by himself, that ragged animalistic sound made sure that he knew just how pleasured he was by the attention and that he was only humiliating himself further with each breath that he gave into these urges. He wanted to cum, that’s all that mattered as his knot began to swell wider, throbbing and pushing up against her folds with each wild lunge of his hips.

“Stop!” The command came like the crack of a whip, drawing on magic that made the drake shudder immediately to a stop halfway inside of his twin.

“Stop this, please!” Grayson was pleading, his voice choked sounding as he did so. “Do not do this to my sons!”

“Get off of the hen.” Ruben purred the words and Andrew snarled to himself, but his body obeyed stiffly, dragging his cock free with a wet noise, still painfully erect.

He was so close that his cock was twitching with the need to cum as it felt as if there was a kick to his gut, his balls heaving up and tightening while he shuddered in place. His eyes were glazed slightly as he just stood there with all four legs splayed and staring at his twin with a lust that made him burn with shame. He would have felt worse if it weren’t for the fact that he was near shaking with a desire that made him want to lunge back on top of her. For the first time, he was grateful to the geas that held him in control, unable to do more than wait for his next order from his master. That was the only thing that kept him from fucking another belly full of his cum right into the tender body of his twin.

“Come here, Andrew.” Ruben commanded and the drake swung his head towards his master and his father, shaking slightly as he began to move towards them both. “Do you see? As perfectly trained as a falcon, utterly obedient to me.”

“That is disgusting!” Grayson snapped out, the man stiffening angrily before Ruben’s smile turned almost sensuous.

“I have you to thank, if your sons had been less slavishly devoted to you, they might have fought my hold on them, but that training allowed me to take their minds.” Ruben said and then reached beside him to a heavy looking basket.

Every step made his cock quiver a bit heavier, bobbing up and down in raw desire as he kept his eyes on the prince. He was disgusted with his own body, how it behaved, especially in front of his family. His cock was coated in the juices of his own twin and there was no hiding it as he came to a stop and the man pulled out the item he had kept in the basket. At first, it made little sense to him what he was seeing, it was just a large white melon looking thing. He blinked a few times, before the hand turned it about and he realized it was a large heavy looking egg, one nearly as large as a melon itself as it was presented to him.

“Prepare her to lay, your father wants to see the future of his family.” The man commanded with a short roll of magic that made the drake step forward for the egg. He had no shame, not where this creature was concerned, there was nothing he could do to redeem himself in his father’s eyes now.

~ ~ * ~ ~

Michael twisted and let out a mewling cry as she watched her brother returning with the egg in his maw. The weight of it was making his head tip forward a bit as he walked past her as commanded, his cock still stiff and hard beneath him. Not even knowing that he was going to stuff her with the faux egg was making him dim his passion for her which disgusted her. She gave a thrashing movement and tried to show him with her eyes that she wanted know business with it, but he padded behind her before there was the sound of egg being dropped from his beak and onto the ground. The scent was thick with the edge of drake musk, making her breathe a little shallower before she felt a hot wash against her aching loins.

Andrew licked her with a smooth stroke, raking and dragging over the edges, stimulating her body as she twisted her back upwards and let out a ragged noise. Her body shuddering in place as the tongue lavished her with several powerful movements, gathering up that slippery wetness of his own precum and her juices. She couldn’t even stop herself from growing aroused anymore, there was no evading it as he danced his tongue back and forth, pushing forward with a little force that caused her to shudder in place. Her paws dug downwards roughly as she felt his tongue prying her apart further, wedging before giving a sweep upwards that made her entire body shudder and arch higher in the air.

He didn’t linger, only coated her with an edge of saliva before she heard and felt him moving back. She couldn’t quite twist her head back properly to see him, but she felt his movements behind him before something heavy and broad slid right up along the line of her inner thighs. The round edge of the egg was settled forward and given a little press that caused her to jump and hiss out angrily. The sound was frantic and useless, it didn’t stop him as the rounded edge of the egg suddenly pushed forward against her folds and rubbed back and forth. Andrew held it in his forepaws, pushing forward with just enough force that it began to spread open wider and wider.

The steady push forward was shocking, making her jump forward with a brief twitch of her wings, contorting herself until she could look back and feel the strain that pushed her lips in against themselves. They were bruised, sharp and painful to make her grind her beak together as her brother reared up on his hind legs and put more force into the tapered edge of the egg. The rounded edge began to pry inwards with a pressure that was building to a crescendo. She struggled to tighten her walls up to prevent it from being nudged inwards, but he was larger than she was, he had enough bulk to really put pressure into it with a sudden shove that pushed her ass up higher in the air.

Her own wetness, the saliva, his precum, it was all working together to cover the mixture down along the egg before the pressure spiked up and she shrieked. The tight ring of her vulva stretched open and swallowed over the egg as it began to steadily swell her passage. It was too large, her muscles instinctively started to contract and tighten in reaction. They were working against it, the sudden twinges making her stomach cramp up with a sharp painful contraction. She tried to push down around the egg, to force it back out, but her brother was driving forward harder, using both forepaws to stuff the egg into her slender body.

Her toes spread open wide, trying to brace herself against the fround as the next contraction hit her hard, striking down against her belly. Her stomach started to cramp down again, squeezing and pushing harder as the squelching wetness began to build up. It was sliding through her, pushing the ring of muscle down along the line of the egg as she was starting to feel the widest point sink forward and her lips began to burn slightly. Her hips shifted a little bit, her haunches shuddering in place with a quiver racing down the line of her back while there was a weight of it sinking in further. It was pushing and glutting her passage wider, too wide, it was making her panic.

She squeezed down harder, pushing backwards, bearing down as she felt the beak nipping right against the base of her tail. The several powerful flexes clamping down firmly before the egg began to edge forward. The smooth edge of the shell caressed her, stimulating, rubbing her in places that made her hunch her back slightly. The little movements started to work around it, the twinges and contractions pushing a bit further over the orb before the next pump drove it right up against her bulging cervix. It shocked her into shrieking out loudly, the sudden contraction hitting hard as her stomach went hard around the swell of the eggs. She was panting, her tongue darting out with shallow short pants, her cheeks flushed hot red.

She was straining around it, pushing while her body was kicked into overdrive and her lips were pushing up and over the underside. It clutched down and she felt the entire length of it bulging inside of her, holding her open. Her lips weren’t able to close down all the way, she remained gaping wide as she whined out, her eyes squeezing shut. The pressure was building too quickly, she felt her heart pounding in her ears and throbbing wildly as she dug her claws down roughly against the ground. The attempt to brace herself was useless as there was a sudden pain inside of her, something that made her let out a ragged moan. Muscles that she had never prepared started to twitch and contract, bearing down.

She gaped her beak open, but no sound came out as she felt the twinges travelling down the length of her back, sharp and sudden as she began to push around the egg. And she wasn’t just pushing around the egg inside of her passage, she was bearing down around the egg in her belly as she lost herself in the sensation. She began to wheeze out a little bit and jerked her head back as her brother’s paw cupped against her, rubbing until the egg turned inside of her. The fake orb making her shudder and her feathers roused up high in the air and then smoothed down flat to her body. It was too much, she pushed down harder, sucking down a breath and holding it.

“Very good, sometimes it takes time to get a virgin hen to be ready to lay.” Ruben murmured approvingly, his eyes drifting back and forth, lingering for a few minutes. “Do not look so disgusted, you are going to have your line continue, a time for celebration.”

This wasn’t a celebration, she was pushing and her muscles pushed down over the orb before pushing outwards, starting to slide it outwards inch by slow inch. Her walls began to split open wide with a sudden push edge the egg outwards as the contraction hit her again. It drove the breath from her lungs as her puffy outer lips were splaying wider, pushing outwards so that there was a burning ache found there. Her muscles didn’t just squeeze with one long burst of pressure, it came in bursts as the faux egg started to push from her glistening walls.

There was another spasm that rocked through her as she felt something giving way inside of her as the widest point of the egg slipped outwards. Her lips thinned down and grew pale looking as they tried to contain the fake shell that was slipping from her. The smooth strokes stretching from her passage and the paw pushed forward again, shocking her as she was once again glutted full of the fake egg and shell. It pushed forward again, shoving right up against her cervix and nearly brushed her own egg which began to crown. She was helpless, her legs were shaking as the tremors rocked down the line of her back before she pushed down, holding her breath as much as she could possibly manage.

She let herself relax into the moment of pain, riding it out as the egg was pushed out again with a spill of wetness that ran down along the inner thighs messily. It coated and dribbled downwards, running down against the underside in such a way that she gave a little bit of a jump. Her ragged pants were ringing in her ears, louder and heaver. She heard the raw pain in her own voice, the strain as she pushed the egg outwards. The slip pushing further as the egg was splitting her open wide with another stretch, her tail jerking a little bit as the pain rippled past her stomach. Her cervix was starting to be split open, she felt it, something was giving way deep inside of her body.

Michael couldn’t stop it from happening, Andrew seemed to be enjoying it as he rumbled out at her, thrumming a low throated noise and then relaxing it again before there was another push forward. The weight of the egg began to push further between her aching vulva. The split walls opening as she tried to crouch her hips and she felt the thinnest points starting to slip free from her body with a smooth stroke that caused her to jump in place. Her lips were aching, quivering, the inner walls caressed over the egg that pushed into view and then slowly pushed outwards with another shudder that travelled down the line of her back.

Her tail gave another twinge, the little jerk upwards and then relaxed before the faux egg slipped free from her body. It was an almost wild relief that she felt it falling down and hitting the ground with a thunk, her eyes squeezing shut before she muffled a whimper. It was a helpless sound, her ordeal not even close to over as Michael felt her cervix ripening and spreading. Andrew’s low rumble filled her ears as she bore down around the egg. She started to push outwards, making it crest outwards to split her cervix open and her head jerked up. The wetness was slipping outwards, escaping her egg chamber to lubricate the egg before her brother moved behind her again.

She could smell Andrew’s arousal and eagerness, which made the act worse as his beak suddenly pushed right into her gaping folds. The heavy beak plunged inwards and pried her open with a rasping lick over the edges. He sampled her with a rough texture, dragging to make her jump and bear down through the contractions that rippled over her body and she wheezed out a low little breath. Her eyes squeezing shut again before her own egg began to glut her body, shifting through her swollen lower stomach. The sharp pains were horribly mingled with pleasure as the tongue darted and twisted, rasping backwards and then pulled back from her again. The smooth drag pulling free with a lewd wet noise, nearly popping all the way free before the beak pushed forward once more.

He was enjoying it! The fact he was finding it arousing disturbed her and made her hunch her shoulders a little and then it hit her again. Her muscles caressed and bore down, tightening as she gulped down a breath of air and held it. She felt her cheeks going a hot red as she pushed outwards, trying to force the egg out of her body as inch by inch worked against her. She was panting, beak gaping open wide, tongue just barely visible as it stirred a few inches and she tried to catch her breath. Feeling the twinges as the tongue rasped right over her clit and she saw her brother’s back bent down, his ass in the air so that his cock was still hanging heavy and full.

“They are of noble blood! You cannot turn my children into animals!” She heard her father snarling angrily, the rage filling his voice, but Ruben’s laughter was disturbingly aroused.

“It seems I can.” Was the only answer and then she started to tense down further and push, putting more of herself into it.

The orb slipped deeper, glutting her walls, straining wider so that she felt the way she was being opened up again. Her breathing was labored, rasping her chest up and down as she gave a pull back and then pushed the egg further before her brother’s beak sank inside of his passage. Andrew’s push forced her open to hug around him as he began to lick and twist a bit. The movements contorting inside of her greedily, letting out a series of low noises from low in his throats. She felt the vibrations, helping to build up her own forced arousal through the pain. She was shaking, her hind legs were locked in place, pushed up high as the egg began to edge out closer towards the beak before it came to a halt.

His beak refused to let it pass, she was suddenly pushing helplessly so that her egg only pushed right up against the line of the beak that held the orb inside of her. He was licking her, the rasps and pushes running over the edges as she groaned out. The sound was loud and shaking, bursting free loudly while her paws dug down into fists. The pang began to tighten her belly harder as the beak pushed forward and the egg was crammed backwards towards her egg chamber. It wasn’t that much further back, but it was a shock to feel it driving back against her recently stretched cervix. It caused her to rasp out a heavy breath and then closed her beak again.

Andrew tormented her deliberately, working with his beak as she slowly began to push backwards again, pushing it from her body, inching it closer as the beak fought her. He licked greedily, darting her tongue and pushing over the edges, slurping messily as she heard him moaning out a little bit. He was rolling his hips, thrusting against nothing, the little movements rolling back and forth as the cock bounced up and down beneath the belly. The dribble of wetness was starting to puddle beneath him, she could smell it, hating the reminder that this was the person that had done this to her. Her own twin and he was licking at the egg he’d placed inside of her.

When she pushed down harder, she was straining enough that her ears popped, her muscles closing down intimately tight. She could feel her own belly quivering and tightening painfully, every breath coming out heavier, faster. She was lost in the sensations as the burn came with a sharp pain as the egg began to crest towards the opening of her cunny. His tongue pulled back, rasping up against her clit to make her feel a humiliating wave of pleasure in response to his stimulation. The little darts and twists worked in circles, dipping downwards and then pushing out again while she mewled out painfully.

Her egg, god, her fertile egg was cresting from her body as she began to push harder and felt her body splitting open wide. It was wider than the faux egg, it was opening her up and splitting open wide. She felt the force of it prying her walls and then slipping open towards that gaping beak. The narrow point came first, so easy feeling after being stretched by the fake egg, but it was far larger so that it was rapidly splitting wide and forcing her walls to accommodate the obscene width of it. She was shaking, the angle all wrong with her body tipped forward, not even gravity was helping her as she pushed further and gave a little bit of a thrust with her hips.

The movement split her wide, pushing the egg an inch out as her brother groaned out and shuddered a little bit, his head pushing against her haunches. She hated that feel, snarling back at him and then let out a squealing call as the widest point of the egg began to slip outwards from her again. The slow strain of the muscles working and pushing out around the egg, starting to push free with a smooth stroke that made her jump in the air. Her eyes saw stars briefly, tongue hanging out in shock as she was forced to experience the sudden twinges that hit her hard.

Her nares were red as she held her breath and pushed again, guttural animalistic noises breaking free, forgetting everything except making her lips open up wide. The egg splitting in a wide mottled white and brown shell that pushed into the light and her brother pulled back. He was breathing faster still, little pants bursting free before she opened her beak wide before letting out a wild call. It was a high pitched scream as she felt her cunny opening to the widest possible point. She was pushing the egg from her body smoothly, making her jump in place, her ragged pants bursting free as the egg slipped from her aching quivering body.

It didn’t hit the ground, there was a muffled noise as her brother caught the egg in his forepaws, keeping it from harm to the sound of Ruben’s orders. It made her flinch, her body sagging in the restraints, trembling and shaking while she let out a series of whimpers. Her entire body ached and throbbed, arousal and pain blending together as her lips remained gaping wide and glistening in the light. She was horrified, beaten down and forced to watch her brother gripped the egg oh so carefully in his beak and padded towards the prince who commanded him. The dark drake looking proud with that rampant arousal swinging around beneath his belly.

“Very good! Very very good!” Ruben praised, reaching out for the egg, his eyes tilted down towards the red faced Grayson.

“How dare you?” Her father snarled out, his rage palpable feeling “How could you?”

“You raised a rebellion, you must be punished.” Ruben said, cradling the egg as if it were something precious. “Your sons have had their punishments, but the sins of the father must be punished as well.”

“What do you mean?” The lord sat up, stiffening a little while Ruben played his hand over the egg, tracing in circles.

“It means, my Lord Grayson, that your surrender has only given you the mercy of having your life spared.” Ruben’s voice deepened slightly. “It was never argued how that life would be lived.”

Michael dropped her head down, looking away in shame, she knew what that meant, there was no denying that the prince was already thinking of what to change their father into. None of them were going to be saved, not even with the intervention of their father. She sagged in the restraints and just tried to forget everything, anything…her body throbbing as it recovered from laying the mottled egg. And in the back of her mind was the frightening thought…

Would it really hatch?