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This story was written for Onigrift. It contains transformation and M/M sexual acts between multiple consenting adults. :3

Earning the Loot

Oni pulled gently on Sphinx' reins, drawing his chocobo mount to a standstill as he saw something in the long grass of the meadow running alongside the road. At first the small rabbit was convinced that he had imagined it, that he was actually just looking at a rock or some loose, long forgotten rotten wood that had in his adventurous mind been transformed into what he thought he had seen. The more closely and with greater focus Oni looked though, the more certain he was that this wasn't some fantasy or mirage. He even tried the old trick of disbelieving the object's existence, seeing if perhaps it was some illusionary trap. But no, it was still there. It was real.

A treasure chest, just sitting out, unopened in the middle of the grassy field full of chirping insects and beautiful wildflowers.

Oni urged Sphinx forward, and with a soft call of curiosity from the chocobo's own beak the pair advanced off the dirt track road and into the field, towards the object in question. Before long they were right beside it, and Oni's tiny frame leapt down off his noble steed to more closely examine the chest. He couldn't help but feel his heartbeat quicken beneath his soft fur, and reached up to feel it thundering below his bare chest. He wasn't used to this. To seeing a treasure chest without monsters guarding it. To see loot that he didn't have to fight, or increasingly frequently find himself fucked and left dripping with some far more powerful creature's cum, to claim.

His eyes drifted back to his bags, now resting upon the grassy meadow floor close by where Sphinx had rather thoughtlessly shrugged them off along with most of his tack as soon as Oni had dismounted. Oni frowned at the wilful chocobo, but didn't chide his mount. By the same token he didn't do what he probably should have done under the circumstances, going over to his bags and donning his leather armour. Instead he simply reached up with one hand to gently fondle the bell-equipped collar around his neck, tinkling and flicking at the bell as with wide, sharp eyes he peered around with his other hand upon the hilt of his sword. If anything or anyone was around here to guard this treasure, better he find out now and leave it untouched than try to gain entry, only to be accused of thievery.

No response came to his jingling bell however, and thus as Oni drew his sword... no bigger than a dagger really, but shortsword length for his short, skinny frame, he did so not to engage in violent combat, but to use it as a tool. He stepped closer to the chest, and with the very tip of his sword poked at it.

He winced, but the chest did not spring to life. It didn't grow teeth and tongues and tentacles ready to sweep him up in their embrace and seek either to devour or indeed do other things to him. It just sat there. Quiet. Motionless. Wood with metal rivets and a lock upon the front of its hinged lid. Nothing more.

Oni sighed in relief, and poked at the chest again. This time it was the lock he prodded, checking it for any pressure traps, half expecting a needle to come poking out attempting to stab him in the palm. He blushed as he recalled the last time that had happened. Not a deadly poison. Not a paralysing agent so that when the one responsible for setting the trap returned they could easily slit his throat. His face darkened more and more beneath its fur as he felt a slight twitch beneath his loin cloth, and giggled bashfully even though there was no-one around but Sphinx. That memory might have been humiliating or disturbing to some. To Oni himself though, it was actually rather fun.

There seemed to be no traps here though. No ways for the rabbit to end up attacked, imprisoned or otherwise losing agency. Despite everything he had learned as an adventurer, this truly did feel and look like a free victory. A chest hopefully full of loot that did not have to be earned, only claimed. Thus he knelt down before the chest, tossed his long floppy ears back over his head to ensure they didn't impede his vision, and as he set his sword down upon the ground close by the rabbit instead withdrew a set of lock-picks from the belt of his loin cloth, and began to work on securing whatever riches dwelled within.

The lock wasn't easy to pick, but by the same token it wasn't impossible either. It was a well made lock that must have required a very complex key to open, but slowly as Oni worked at it he was able to piece together just the right series of motions he would need to make in rapid succession to tease it open with his tools. It took some time though. Several hours in fact, and as such while Oni worked he allowed Sphinx to wander. To graze in the field, feasting upon some of the bugs and flowers which littered the area, and even to roam farther afield.

After the second hour, Oni took a break, and as he sat against the side of the chest munching on some rations the rabbit chuckled as he saw in the distance that Sphinx was no longer alone. Surrounding the slightly larger, broader chocobo mount were a flock of wild chocobo. Over the open fields Oni's sharp ears could just about hear their pleasant cries to one another, conversing back and forth as they met with this strong and proud example of their kind. Chocobo roamed all across these verdant plains, and particularly now at the beginning of the breeding season they gathered together in large groups of males to travel and seek out other clustered groups of females, at which point they would divide off according to pecking order, the highest ranking female selecting the highest male, and so on and so on until all were appropriately partnered and mated.

Interesting as chocobo ecology may have been of course, Oni knew that it didn't concern him in the slightest. At some point he would probably find himself having to take a detour in order to find a lady for Sphinx to indulge, lest his mount try to use him as a surrogate female... again. But beyond that, the rabbit had more immediate matters with which to deal.

He returned to the chest. To his lock-picking task at hand. For almost another hour he worked with painstaking detail and focus, until finally all of that time and effort was rewarded by the softest but most wonderful of noises.

'Click.'

The lock opened.

The lid of the chest rose slightly as the metal pins holding it shut pushed up and out from their housing, and without any delay, squealing in delight with such volume that from all their distance away the chocobo flock looked in his direction, Oni pulled the chest open.

"Oh my gosh..."

He giggled and clapped his hands together, leaping to his feet and practically delving over the edge of the chest, his form so small that his feet left the ground and were waving in the air as he dived into the interior of the treasure trove. And it truly was treasure. This was no farmer's chest, the intricacy of the lock made that clear. It was no trophy chest either, made plainly and for durability, not to show off with a bejewelled exterior. Thus, its contents were worthy of that security.

Gold.

Not just coins, but bars of gold.

Pouches with gemstones of varied beautiful and wealthy hues. Emerald greens. Ruby reds. Sapphire blues. The clear shine of diamond.

And atop all of that, resting against the filigree curve of a beautiful jewelled circlet, a crystal bottle with a whitish liquid resting inside.

Oni's heart almost stopped from how fast it was beating in excitement. This wasn't just loot. This wasn't merely treasure. It was a fortune. And yet more so than the jewels and the riches contained within, it was the liquid in that almost impossibly clear phial which captivated Oni's attention. He grabbed it out of the chest and dragged himself back to his feet. He took a few steps back from the chest, out into the long grass once more, and held it up over his head. The white liquid seemed to shine with an almost pearly iridescence in the midday sun. It looked beautiful. It looked magical.

Whimpering bashfully, Oni knew that there was a right way to handle things like this. Magic items. Potions. The first thing... the very first thing you did with such items was get them identified. It was the only way to be sure you weren't putting on cursed armour or drinking poison.

But...

He blushed as he began to fiddle with the stopper of the bottle, cork with a metal seal around it. Maybe he'd just give it a sniff. What harm could that do?

He opened the bottle. He raised it to his already twitching nose, and inhaled the smallest amount of the smokey vapour that rose from the phial as it was exposed to the air. It smelled... good. Not chemically. Not toxic. He didn't feel his head spinning or consciousness leaving his body. In fact as he took a second sniff of the bottle's contents Oni could only feel one thing filling him. A desire to see if it tasted even half as good as it smelled.

With another whimper, looking around like a child about to steal a sip of wine from their parents' glass while they weren't looking, Oni raised the phial to his lips. He closed his eyes as though bracing himself against the consequences though at the same time naively not even considering them in the slightest, and allowed the smallest quantity possible of liquid to pass through his lips and land upon his tongue.

It exploded.

Or rather, the flavour exploded across his mouth and into his mind. Rich, sweet, intense... cherry flavour.

Oni's eyes bulged open, and he groaned as he realised something. He couldn't just have the one sip. Not now. Not knowing how good it tasted, and how harmless it seemed in its effects or total lack thereof upon his body.

Heck, for all he knew this wasn't even some magical potion after all. It was some drink. Some pure, undiluted cherry essence from a far off land, and by drinking it now he was wasting hundreds, perhaps thousands of gold.

Looking at the chest before him though, Oni blushed greedily.

Even if this was worth thousands... with the rest of the loot still laid out before him, he could afford it.

Tossing back his head with a giggle and a gurgle of delight, Oni began to drink. He downed the potion phial's contents in a series of hungry, gleeful gulps, and when close to every last drop had been drained from the bottle he even went so far as to hold it up over his muzzle, shaking it and groaning in glee as the last few droplets of creamy white liquid trickled out over his muzzle only for most of them to be swept up and re-captured by his eager tongue.

Perhaps if he'd been given a little more time, Oni would have realised what he'd just done. How silly it was. How irresponsible and potentially dangerous, even deadly. But then, perhaps not, for this was precisely who Oni was. Always with something to prove. Always ready to throw himself headlong into a new adventure, for adventuring was not only what he did, but who he was.

Thus in the few seconds of clarity that filled his mind before the changes began, Oni didn't worry or regret anything. He just stood there enjoying the lingering taste of cherry in his mouth while a short distance away he heard Sphinx and the other chocobos continue to call to one another as they conversed and raced around the otherwise empty, open meadowlands.

"O-ooh..."

Oni felt something around one of his feet. A slight tingling sensation.

He looked down, and frowned as he saw something poking out from underneath his toes. Wiggling them slightly to try and dislodge whatever it was though, the rabbit frowned as the object just seemed to wiggle too. He looked a little closer, and frowned.

"W-wha..."

It looked like a claw. Or rather, two now. At first the rabbit had been sure that there was just one, but he must have been mistaken. There were definitely two claw-like protrusions emerging from just beneath the soft fluffy toes of his foot. Or rather, his feet, for now that he took the time to look, the same objects were poking out from beneath his right leg too. Again Oni wiggled his toes, lifting his feet off the ground one by one in order to do so, and it was then he realised that the objects weren't just beneath his toes, but rather attached to them. He watched in stunned confusion, almost not believing that he was actually seeing it, acting like this was all some self-induced daydream as his toes began to merge together. Splitting into two larger, thicker toes each tipped by a long white claw.

As he watched, his whole foot seemed to grow thinner, and the fur upon it equally began to look more sparse and less gloriously fluffy than it had mere moments before. Rather than any pale skin becoming visible as his fur seemed to simply melt away though, Oni could see his feet and indeed the whole lower portion of his legs growing almost scaly in appearance. Rough in textured bands with a light orange hue to them. Something about the appearance of his legs as they changed seemed oddly familiar, but even as a third clawed toe began to emerge from the rear of Oni's feet, protruding from his now elongated heel, the rabbit could only look down in open mouthed confusion, gasping and blushing with droplets of the glistening potion no doubt responsible for this change still speckled around his face.

The next thing Oni knew, he was growing. Or rather, the lower half of his body was growing. His legs were getting longer. His upper legs and thighs thicker, broader in stature. He blushed deeper and whimpered louder as he watched his loin cloth being lifted from the front as his manhood began to grow not only bigger, but to thicken and become erect. In a somewhat delayed reaction it was only ten or fifteen seconds after that growth began that his body's hormones seemed to catch up, a wave of arousal surging through Oni as he felt and watched himself continue to change. His whole lower body was still growing, and as he felt himself being lifted uncomfortably and unfamiliarly high up into the air by his swelling self, he gasped in bashful shock as the width of his new bottom half caused the belt holding his loin cloth to simply burst off him.

Moaning loudly in confusion, dismay and arousal all at once, Oni looked down at his now bare and exposed erection, still swelling in size already well beyond any girth and length it had ever reached upon him before. A part of him was compelled to immediately reach down and touch it. To grab and stroke himself, but before he could do so his body began to shift once more, effectively rendering that or any other variety of masturbation utterly impossible. His long, powerful and scale-like legs stretched out longer, and as the fur upon his waist and midsection blossomed into a rich yellow hue instead of its prior white Oni's cock slipped out of range of his still very much unchanged arms. It seemed to tilt down beneath him, between his curved and thickened thighs until Oni could no longer even see it.

He could still feel his erection though. Feel it throbbing. Growing. And alongside the physical growth, he could feel his desire growing with it. Hell, he could almost smell it in the air. His own desire, rich and intense and almost cherry-like in its sweetness.

As he changed and cried out in embarrassment, in confusion and in helpless desire, Oni kept looking around, himself unsure if he was seeking help or ensuring that no-one whatsoever saw him in this state. He seemed to be alone here though, alone in this verdant wilderness, except of course for his trusty steed and the flock of wild chocobos whom Sphinx seemed to have befriended. They were closer now, and many of the males seemed to be looking curiously in his direction as Oni cried out. Not just listening, but with beaks raised and nostrils flaring, inhaling with wide and attentive eyes.

Oni's already open, panting maw fell ever more slack with surprise as he felt something new bubbling beneath the surface inside of him. Not just as a metaphor, but physically, really bubbling beneath the surface. He stared down as his midsection rippled and bulged, and gasped loudly as his now yellow hued fur was suddenly replaced by bright feathers bursting forth from within. Not just feathers though, but feathers attached to small but mobile and suddenly flapping, flailing wings.

Only then did Oni put it together. What he was seeing. What was happening to him. What he was turning into... at least from the waist down.

His upper body was still the big eared and lean bodied bunny it had always been, but his lower half, bigger and still with parts of it growing and changing and twisting before his very eyes, was no longer rabbit. No longer mammalian of any kind in fact. It was avian. It was a bird's feathered lower body and furless, taloned legs.

He was a chocobo from the waist down, and not only that, but a chocobo with a colossal cock that even now had not ceased in its throbbing, achingly sensitive and needy growth.

"Mmmhh... oohhh..."

Oni stood there, still clutching the empty potion bottle in his hand as he looked down at his body undergoing the final changes to complete its new form. The former rabbit, now choco-taur hybrid blushed and gasped as he felt his cock reaching such an extreme of length that he felt its tip brushing against the cool meadow grass. He felt it twitch, and ooze a small puddle of pre-cum out onto the grassy earth below as thick, elongated tail-feathers popped into existence one by one behind him, springing forth like a plant viewed growing at many thousands of times increased speed.

And then... it was over.

He shuddered. Whimpered. Blushed. But he didn't change. He didn't feel his body shifting or transforming any longer.

What he did feel however, more and more strongly with every passing moment, was a need. A pressing, aching desire inside of him... or rather the lower half of him to be precise, for something. Something he couldn't quite put his finger on, for it wasn't a feeling or an urge he had ever known before.

He looked up. Oni blushed as he heard the rustling of grass close by, and raised his eyes away from himself to see... he sagged with relief, giggling and holding the hand not clutching the potion phial out towards the wild chocobo which was edging its way towards him. This wasn't Sphinx, and though still larger than the bunny's transformed self this particular male chocobo was probably rather small as an example of his kind. Nevertheless he didn't draw back in fear as Oni reached out towards him, and instead stretched out his neck, nuzzling at the chocobo-taur's fingertips with his beak and inhaling audibly.

"H-hello there. Are you wondering what's going on here? B-because... same, to be honest..."

Oni giggled despite the situation, then blushed, and moaned aloud as seemingly out of nowhere his cock lurched and throbbed, unloading another small puddle of pre-cum onto the ground below. For a moment or so the scent of cherry filled the air around Oni once again, and as his tail-feathers instinctively flapped and his wings ruffled themselves slightly, he saw the wild chocobo straighten up a little. It grew more attentive and curious, and stepped closer to Oni. Closer and closer still until it was right alongside the now blushing and equally curious bunny, looking into his eyes in seeming confusion as its beak went crazy sniffing and peering with sharp eyes all around and over the choco-taur's unfamiliar form.

The chocobo circled all the way around Oni in its exploration of his form, and the adventurer's eyes bulged when he felt warm breath and the smooth sensation of a beak rubbing against the underside of his cock from behind. He might have cried out, or even kicked out in shock, had it not felt so incredibly good. Oni knew he should have been humiliated to feel pleasure from the touch of a wild animal like that, but it wasn't as though this was the first time he had been pleasured by a chocobo. More than once in the past he had found himself tending to Sphinx' needs, and more than once that tenderness had led to the overly rambunctious chocobo having his way with him.

This however, was different. This didn't feel like a chocobo begging its master for some relief. It didn't feel like a steed or indeed any kind of domestic animal showing affection to its anthro counterpart. It felt like... he was being examined. Probed not for his affections, but to see whether he was suitable. Whether he was good enough.

Oni whimpered bashfully once again as he felt his tail-feathers fanning out and flicking themselves towards the chocobo still nuzzling and even pecking now gently at his backside. He was beginning to feel a little light-headed in his confusion. Unsure why he was feeling the way he was feeling, but certain that it was good. That it was right for him to feel this way. Natural, even.

The chocobo let loose a loud 'Kweh', and though the sound itself was one that Oni had heard a thousand times before it had never struck him with as much impact and meaning as it did in that moment. It wasn't just a noise, it was communication. That chocobo not just addressing him, but all its fellow creatures where they stood either watching or grazing within a hundred feet or so of where Oni and this particular male now found themselves.

Oni knew what it meant. What the chocobo was saying. It made his face flush beneath his soft white fur, and a long, ragged moan slip through his lips even as his wings fluttered and his huge chocobo cock drizzled the ground with yet more of his pre-cum. Another wave of rich cherry-like scent filled the air as the chocobo-taur's tail feathers flickered and fanned back at the male, and as the true chocobo called out that same meaningful cry once more, Oni could almost hear the words behind it inside his head.

'This female is ready. This female is mine. I claim her, and I will be the first to breed her.'

Oni's eyes widened.

Wait.

Her?

His cock throbbed between his legs, and he turned his upper body round to look at the chocobo now positioned and fluttering its wings behind him. His eyes widened once again as he saw between that other male's legs a swelling member. Nowhere close to the size of his mammoth floor-dragging erection, but still large enough to be more than an eyeful. He shook his head. He whimpered bashfully, even as he felt his taloned legs sliding further apart in willing readiness.

He wasn't a woman. He wasn't some female ready to be bred and filled with seed to fertilise her eggs.

And yet, entirely regardless of that fact, this male appeared not only ready and eager but desperate to breed him. Almost as though his very body, regardless of its gender, was wordlessly begging for it.

One more time a wave of cherry-like scent overwhelmed Oni's senses, and only then did he realise from where it was coming. From himself. Secreted. Pressed out not from his pores or indeed his throbbing, achingly tender cock, but from below his tail. His feathered, fluffed out, and right now highly raised tail, wafting that intoxicating chemical cocktail out into the face of the already raptly attentive and eager chocobo behind him.

Mere seconds later the chocobo lunged forward, overwhelmed and unable to hold back any longer, and did as nature compelled it to do. It leaned forward, it nipped at the back of the bunny's neck just as it would have to a full chocobo female, and its larger, stronger body began to press its already dripping cock into the first and most welcoming hole it could find; not a female's welcoming slit, but the equally warm, even tighter embrace of Oni's rump.

Oni couldn't help himself as he felt his collar being tugged at by the chocobo's beak, bell jingling wildly. He threw back his head and cried out in pleasure, not a cry that sounded like anything his voice might normally utter in times of pleasure, but a loud, joyous 'Wark' of chocobo-like elation. His eyes rolled in their sockets as he felt himself being fucked, his mind not knowing why this was happening but unable to help delighting in the sensations that felt so good to his chocobo-taur body. His own huge cock twitched and drooled more and more onto the ground below as the male flapped his wings and thrust harder still, faster and deeper plunging his member beneath Oni's fluttering tail-feathers. He was desperate to be bred. To be filled with this male's seed even if it was his ass rather than a non-existent pussy that would have to claim every drop.

At the same time though, he was whimpering and blushing in embarrassment. Still loving it, utterly unable to deny that fact on any level, but not entirely as unabashed and into his own situation as apparently a breeding female. All at once his chocobo half demanded it while his upper body fought to understand how it could possibly feel this right and this good. All at once his cock ached and twitched and drooled larger and larger puddles of pre-cum onto the grassy meadow below while his mind and body were left reeling by the intensity of that arousal, unable to even form coherent thoughts half the time as his body and mind alike became more consumed by the pleasure of being bred so thoroughly.

And that was only the beginning.

Within minutes the first chocobo let loose a frantic and squawking cry, and Oni's face burned crimson as his wings fluttered and his strong feet stamped gleefully at the ground below. He could feel the cum pouring into him. Into his backside, hot and thick and shooting so deep within as the bird behind him flapped and crowed its ecstasy. Then it was done. It was over, and Oni stumbled forward a few paces as the chocobo pushed off and away from him. But, only for a few moments.

Oni looked up, blushing and shivering in continued desire as his cock kept on aching and begging for yet more stimulation. He looked up, and saw more eyes fixed upon him. Not just one more pair, but many. The chocobo flock had gotten closer now. Much closer, some watching from metres away with their own cocks already engorged and dripping, others practically encircling him at intimately close range. He watched as a few of the males fluttered and clicked their beaks at each other, fighting over who was going to get him. Or rather, who was going to get him next. The funny thing was though the weren't fighting to go sooner. They were each struggling to try and claim a later spot in the order, and thanks to his lower body's instincts Oni knew precisely why.

He shuddered and moaned in realisation, knowing full well that they each wanted to have the last chance to fuck him so that their seed could be the one with the greatest chance of taking hold, and impregnating this supposedly female chocobo whose scent claimed that she was oh so worth fighting for.

Before long another chocobo either succumbed to the pressure of his peers or indeed the intensity of Oni's pheromones, and claimed his turn riding the chocobo-taur. Oni began to cry out louder still this time in a mix of his normal pleasure stricken vocalisations and more bird-like chirps and cries, bell jingling as he shook under the force of this even bigger male's thrusts. His ass was being stretched wide open by the girth of this chocobo, but that only made it feel better as the lubrication of the first bird's orgasm eased its entry and all the subsequent thrusts. Oni felt his prostate being massaged by the chocobo's length as it drove in and out in a frantic effort to impregnate him, and in turn his body was overwhelmed by pleasure as the huge swollen member between his legs pulsed and strained in its own desperate need for release.

Another bird followed immediately in the wake of the second emptying itself out into Oni, then another, and another. By the sixth chocobo the rest of the flock were clamouring and fighting around the half chocobo male more urgently, and some were even beginning to rub themselves up against him impatiently, unable or simply unwilling to wait their turn as with all the attention he found himself gathering Oni felt and smelled more pheromones come pouring off his feathered lower body. He actually found himself giggling as they rubbed up against his feathered form, wiggling his wings and rubbing against a couple of the males trying to hump at him, seeing the pleasure and gratitude upon their beaked faces. Moaning and caw'ing alongside them, and eventually gurgling as somehow he found himself bent over forwards, arms wrapped around the waist of one chocobo and muzzle suckling upon the insistently thrusting tip of one of those large and throbbing chocobo cocks.

The more men surrounded him, the more men coated his body in rich strands of their cum, strangely the more at home and at peace Oni felt with all of this. The transformation had been strange. The idea of being used as a female for breeding despite his obvious and still rampantly aroused masculinity throbbing between his legs had been stranger still. But this... being claimed, used, wanted for nothing more than a source to dump their cum in and over his body, furred, feathered or otherwise, this was familiar.

For hours, many more longer than he had taken opening the chest which had proved ultimately responsible for everything that had followed, Oni was claimed. Used. Taken over and over and over again. He felt the chocobo flock draining themselves in and around him until little by little they began to fade, to weaken and fatigue from sheer over-use of their own bodies. They wanted to continue just as the continued pheromone production from the desperately needy form of Oni's own body begged them to, but increasingly their bodies were unable to keep up with their own productivity. Thus as some wandered off to recuperate with food or a drink of water from the river further down the meadowed valley, Oni found himself unoccupied and trembling in desire as he looked up both at the fading sunset, and the single chocobo still standing and waiting. Watching patiently as he had been all this while, cock rock hard, throbbing so hard it slapped repeatedly against his own feathered underbelly, but not allowing himself to be tempted until all other challengers had worn themselves out.

Sphinx approached Oni, chirped loudly, and fluttered his feathers with obvious pride and dominance. Oni did all that he could in response. He let loose another pleading, pitiful 'kweh' of longing, he felt his cock throb and his taloned feet quiver in the pool of his own pre-cum in which they paddled, and he turned upon the spot. His tail-feathers flicked upward, fanning more of his intoxicating scent at Sphinx directly. Cum from the countless loads he had already taken in his rear that day oozed out of his stretched and waiting hole, and as his body trembled yet more cum dripped and clung to his fur and feathers alike, glistening in the fading sunshine of the evening.

He wanted to be taken.

He wanted to be fucked by the obviously dominant chocobo, the biggest, the strongest he'd seen all day.

He wanted to be bred by Sphinx, like the fertile female his mind was telling him he was regardless of any evidence to the contrary. Filled with not only the chocobo's cum, but his chicks. His eggs.

And he wanted all of that right now. Right here, without another moment's delay.

And of course, much to Sphinx and Oni's mutually lustful delight, he got exactly what he wanted.

Strained, joyous crows and more mammalian wails of pleasure escaped Oni as he was filled by the biggest cock he'd felt all day, and fucked harder, deeper right from the start than any other chocobo had dared push him. He could feel the huge cock straining between his legs as his feathered lower body shook and quivered in desirous passion. He could feel and hear Sphinx crowing proudly in dominance, and all the while the ringing tinkle of the bell around Oni's neck sang out through the open field.

Sphinx cried out as he filled Oni once, but kept right on going. He let loose a shrill, trilling cry of pride and lust as he filled the chocobo-taur again, and a third time, and a fourth. All day he had been waiting to empty out his balls into the source of that intoxicating scent, and now that the time had come he was not wasting a single moment of the opportunity presented to him. All at once he was breeding the most deliciously alluring female and his diminutive rider, and in doing so showing both them and all these wild chocobos that he was the prime male, the dominant chocobo of any they could possibly encounter.

And that, as it turned out, was exactly what Oni had been waiting for.

Not just a male who could pleasure him. Not just countless males who could do so. But one worthy of him, or rather of his new lower body. One worthy of breeding such a specimen as him.

Once more, a fifth powerful orgasm crashing through his body, Sphinx let loose a proud and passionate 'wark' as he claimed the chocobo in whom he was buried, and mere moments later Oni was squealing and 'kweh'ing' loudly along with him as floods of cum began to lash out across the meadow from the chocobo-taur's own suddenly pulsing, violently spurting erection. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming that Oni could barely breath as he came. So incredible he couldn't keep his eyes open, and so wonderful that he could barely feel his legs even as they gave out beneath him.

The last thing he felt before passing out from pleasure, aside of course from the continued floods of cum pouring forth from him and the waves of ecstasy crashing through his feathered form, was Sphinx' cum dripping down his tail-feathers and across his gaping, stretched out ass. That, and a final, incredible sense of satisfaction. Of completion.

He had been bred, and now the only thing which could possibly feel any better would be a clutch of eggs upon which to nestle and brood.

***********

When Oni awoke, it was daylight again. He groaned as he pulled himself upright, wiping his hands across his eyes and wrinkling his nose as he smelled something upon his arms. He blinked, and blushed as he saw that his fur was still matted. Twisted and clumped with now dried and many hours old streaks of cum. He looked down his body... his once more small, entirely bunny body, and blushed as he saw just how completely it was coated in countless loads of stale chocobo cum.

Close by, lying upon the grassy earth, was the potion phial. And a little further away, still open and exactly where it had been the prior night, the chest which had contained it.

Naked, blushing and giggling, Oni crawled over to the chest and peered into it once more.

His eyes widened, and he whimpered softly.

The gold was gone.

The jewels, gone.

But... the chest wasn't empty. Indeed if anything, it looked more full than ever.

Instead of tangible riches though, it was packed with multiple copies of the same thing.

Perfectly clear crystal phials, stacked neatly upon one another, and all full of the same glistening white substance.

Oni whimpered again as he pulled one free and held it up, as though expecting it to change back to gold before his eyes. Before he could do anything more though, he saw movement out of the corner of his eyes.

Turning, blushing as he realised he was still very much naked and covered in chocobo cum, the rabbit readied himself to explain to whoever had obviously crept into his makeshift camp overnight and replaced the chest's contents. Instead of a person though, it was a larger shadow which fell over the tiny rabbit.

Sphinx let loose a pleasant chirp, and looked down at the rabbit expectantly. At the phial in his hand. Between the chocobo's legs, a thick, rock hard erection dripped onto the meadow's grounds, and between his beak, a large, glittering ruby shone.

Oni's eyes widened, and that was when he saw them. Lined up behind his mount, each of them hard as steel, and each of them clutching one valuable item within their beaks.

Chocobos. Not just the flock from yesterday, but dozens of them, stretching out in a queue behind Sphinx, and all holding a part of his fortune hostage.

The rabbit looked up at his mount with a pouting frown, then down at the phial in his hand.

He whimpered, looked up at Sphinx, and murmured bashfully to the horny bird as he began to un-stopper the phial.

"Y'know... y-you... you could have just asked."

By Jeeves

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