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"This region...sucks..."

Those were Cindy's words before she stepped out of her house, eyeing nocturnal Pokemon roaming the streets and listening to some going around in the woods behind her home. She sighed, making her dark feathers ruffle before making her way onto the sidewalk and heading for downtown.

She was a Corviknight, but one would take a look at her and assume she was a Honchkrow trying to be slimmer or a Skarmory going through an emo phase and leave her ready to cut someone with her sharp nails until they backed off. It wasn't her fault that she was made slimmer than your typically stocky bird fashioned to be a Pokemon in knight armor.

She's a lot bigger when she goes Feral, trust her.

Cindy's thoughts helped get her past the first few blocks, feeling her phone buzz in her jeans to let her know that her friends were on their way to the destination she was going. A dance club had recently started going around the neighborhood called the "Twist Step". It came in without anyone realizing it was there, then some famous breakdancer strolled in there on accident and they had a good enough time to post about it on social media. So now everyone went there, as if they just never had time to go before it was made locally known.

Kids, grown-ups, teens and young adults like Cindy, and even some rare elderlies who felt that their hips hadn't given out just yet went, mostly for the amusement of seeing Pokemon with rather unhelpful feet try to dance. No one was in it to actually be flashy and impressive, just to let loose with some moves until they were satisfied. And Cindy could use some-her trips to the gym left her feeling like her shoulders were gonna explode pumping dumbbells that weighed just barely over a ton.

Her results showed in how her top was just another nudge of muscle growth from showing the bottom of her cleavage.

Downtown surrounded Cindy after about another half hour of walking past cars, people walking around to get into restaurants open at this hour or just exploring the night air in a rather bustly setting. Some of the folks didn't look the least bit nocturnal but Cindy wasn't gonna judge rebels. She was like them, once upon a time, but for a different reason.

The neon sign of a pair of naked Blaziken legs trying to do a step before both ankles twisted and tangled together before snapping back to normal greeted the Corvi', getting her attention to the front door and the line outside. It was extensive, bending in on itself and dipping into the alleyway that led to the inaccessible side door and the dumpster from the complex next to the club. Cindy sighed, for she knew that no amount of "persuasive actions" would get her to avoid the queue, and succumbed to the wait after carefully finding her way into the back and quietly waiting. Music saved her from being completely bored and stuck listening to breathing, the music within the club and just traveling cars, so she was allowed to jam out for a good while.

Until she got poked on her shoulder.

She had only been in the groove for a minute and someone'd already bothered her. Cindy withheld from making a scene and just took the earbud closest to the stranger out. "What is it?"

"Is that PMIB?" The acronym for her favorite band, Pokemon Missing In Battle...She actually took the time to regard who got her attention and saw a Skarmory, noticeable only by that red x on their face that they never tell people the origin about. He was somewhat similarly clothed to Cindy, only instead of a tiny tank top he wore a shirt that sure enough said...

"Yeah, you a fan of 'em?" She was playing one of their hits, "Bolt Your Bullet Seed"-to which the gray bird was wearing a dark tee displaying the name-so hearing the intense drums was probably a dead giveaway.

"Oh yeah, the second I hear 'em I just wanna get down and smash a chair before I try jamming out. Shit's pretty damn good on a good or bad day."

"Guessing ya know about the theme behind "Bliss Beneath The Togekiss"?"

"Took me a day but when it hit, it hit me hard. Thought I was gonna break down thinking about my little bro. He took a spill, never woke up again."

"Sheesh. Sounds like I need to get even more hip so I can get that kinda emotional impact."

"Don't worry, you seem deep enough as is. Most 'fans' don't even listen to Bolt and it shows when you ask about the chorus and they blank."

Cindy was liking this guy already; he didn't sound like a wuss for a bird as slim as he should, and he had some good tastes in music. Honestly, if it weren't for the fact that he wasn't sporting as much muscle as Cindy did one would assume them to be brother and sister. Along their chat, the queue's waiting time seemed to extend as more people came up behind them yet the line almost never moved forward. The Corvi' groaned and nearly bashed her head into the wall.

"God, why did this place need so much reception? By the time it's four in the morning, I'd be ready to get gray feathers."

"Don't lose hope yet, lady. They might end up opening upstairs at this rate."

"Don't call me lady, too formal. I don't do the whole "I need proper nouns" thing to address me. I'm Cindy."

"Well Cindy, glad to know I don't have to sound like I'm trying too hard not to be a bootlicker. Name's Scrak."

"Like the sound a bird makes when-"

"-they start choking on spicy food?"

"Yeah, that's it."

The two of them were hitting things off pretty well, and after the introductions it seemed as if Scrak's prediction came right on time; the lights to the second and third floors of the club's establishment suddenly got a taste of flashing bright colors and soon the line was moving in faster than ever before. Cindy got off the wall to keep up, Scrak staying close on her tail, and the both of them could see the front door just up ahead.

The queue slowed down when they were a few steps from inside, but the avians weren't cockblocked by the Diggersby bouncers blocking the way forth so the jittery feeling of Beautifly in one's stomach hit hard for the Corvi' as she finally got a chance to see what the Twist Step was all about.

The place ...was ... booming! Everywhere she turned, she saw dancing; good or bad, professional or novice, vibing or the foottap from someone enjoying the beat and tune from the DJ blasting away music like a madman from his corner on the other side of the main floor. Cindy almost forgot Scrak was with her as she turned to check for any folks she recognized, bumping into him and having to catch him since he nearly fell from her strength.

"Thanks." He dusted himself off and she laughed a bit from her little mistake. Though once he recovered, he nudged her to head up the stairs-if the main floor was loaded to its limit then they probably had to get a move on. There was more security on the way up, most likely as a means to keep people from overstaying their welcome and having more hands to deal with the separate floors. The second was more of a slow tune area, seeing as there wasn't anyone aggressively rocking their head nor trying to dance their life out the window. There was, however, a Blaziken slumped out cold in the corner with his friends-Cindy assumed-drawing all over his face. She snickered at the guy's misfortune, only to get ushered up further by Scrak.

The music on the third level took an upbeat turn, nothing like the first's energetic invitation to dance but somewhere on its own plane. There was one recurring theme here.

"Rave, eh?" The glowing tattoos, glow sticks and any accessory with luminescence were adorned on as many bodies as possible as they jammed out to some dubstep. There was even a flash mob taking the center stage and everyone present took to it like a crowd at a music festival. Cindy felt that this was definitely the vibe she was looking for, and Scrak was right with her as he had to happily shout to catch her attention.

"Looks like the artist for those tattoos' in the back! Stay close and don't break any elbows!" That last bit was probably on account of her iron stomach-or from what the Skarmory assumed of her-but she still tried not to bump into anyone on her way to the painting station. All around her, sweaty bodies got down to some intense music that seemed more atmospheric above all else, and it didn't even matter if one person was off-beat with their moves it was all about being able to get with it. And she was cool with that.

Scrak led the way, so Cindy didn't even get to know who the artist was until he pulled her to the side and let her. It was a Smeargle, for obvious reasons, and his station was preoccupied so the two birds had to wait. Though it let them get a taste of what they were trying to ask for as the beagle zipped his tail up and down and all over the place on an Ursaring's back. When he paused and kissed the tips of his fingers, he gave them a pat and let them go, not even letting them see that he had crafted a roaring scene of their own visage on them before he beckoned to Cindy and Scrak.

"First timers?" Male, and seemingly very Kalos from the heavy accent in their voice, though Scrak seemed to take the lead some more here.

"I'm not, she is." The Smeargle took his shaded gaze to Cindy, who nervously waved despite herself coming off as a strong-willed bird.

"Well madam, what'll it be? First timers get to pick whatever comes to mind, and I'll work you onto that dance floor quicker than you can Brave Bird." Their oily tail was a shiny array of neon colors, making it seem like a portable rainbow if one looked at it right enough. Cindy gulped, this was her first rave and she was looking like an idiot just staring. She knew she didn't want some bird squawking on her back or anything, or anything bird-related for that matter, so she went with what came to mind.

"Something...exotic. Whatever you think fits me." The beagle gave a moment to think it over, making Cindy wonder if her choice of artistic freedom was a good idea when he already had so many presets hanging next to him so people didn't have to take stabs and hope for the best.

"I think I got just the thing, madam. What about you, broski?"

Scrak brought his hands to his hips. "I'll have what she's having. I wanna try something new too."

"So what, you two buddies?" Cindy and Scrak shared a look, the Skarmory's shirt managing to catch itself into some strobe lighting now that the rave DJ's song was changing, and the Corvi' smiled before nodding.

"Yeah, the PMIB dork's a friend."

"Hey, you're probably more of a nerd for them than I could possibly be." They ruffled each other's feathers, Cindy's more noticeable than Scrak's, before the beagle came up to stop them.

"Alright, alright, alright, I can tell you two will get along swimmingly. I'll take care of the newbie first, broski. I'll hook you up with the most exotic thing I got." The Smeargle yanked Cindy over to the seat she was supposed to be in, the Corvi' taking aback by how strong the shorter guy was than what looks betrayed, and soon her back fell victim to a rather slimy yet ticklish sensation. That tail tip danced across her feathers, making her wish she could wiggle so it'd stop being so in need for a scratching, all the while Scrak tried to keep her attention.

"So, what's your least favorite PMIB single?" That was easy.

"Simple. Beaver Eater."

"Oh? Woulda took you to flake out from Me, Myself And Mantine. That shit's like a hippie's LSD trip gone wrong."

"Eh, it's alright. Don't think a song about a Bibarel who likes getting her ass eaten by Feraligatr is supposed to inspire you to do much."

"Well," the beagle decided to jump in on their tastes for music, "I would rather take that as a sign to explore what it's like to get a rimjob, but I can tell you that their best song has to be Bolt-"

"-Your?" Scrak cut in, but the three of them ended up finishing.

"""Bullet Seed.""" The artist laughed, his hand still a blur working on Cindy's rave tattoo.

"I like you two as a pair already. Makes me feel a lot younger to be doing this for you folks." That got Cindy's attention, who glanced over her shoulder as best she could.

"How old are ya?"

"46."

"Jeez!" This beagle's working like a young freelance artist, looks like one too, but he's getting out of his prime?

"It ain't so bad. Kinda fun to keep embracing all the new stuff so people don't call me an old fart. I find that real insulting." Cindy felt a hard press on her back and had a feeling she was done, and when Scrak suddenly perked up from staring towards the crowd behind him he took a seat next to her on the same sit-upon. "No peeking yet, missy. I gotta give you two something that works well."

"Don't worry sir, I'm not gonna look."

The beagle blew a raspberry at her. "Hey, I may be in my 40s but I'm not old enough to start wanting to be called sir. Just call me Wally."

"Well Wally, you just best be careful with Scrak. I hear he's ticklish."

"Am not! Where'd you even hear that from?"

"Friends told me." The moxie in her voice drifted away as her phone buzzed in her pocket, bringing Cindy to slowly pull it out and check what it was about. Her friend, Natty from the looks of the name saved on the phone, was asking if she made it inside yet as she did. Cindy wondered if she should actually honor her buddies' request to be with them and looked to Scrak. He was a chill guy, didn't try to step on her like other guys and had the best taste in music since the history of being able to talk, and his friend Wally wasn't half-bad either for a guy double Cindy's age.

Plus her buddies only dragged her here so they can say she went somewhere to potential guys that don't like total introverts, so she didn't really feel like leaving. And down the phone goes.

"S'up Cindy? You look like me when I finished listening to "Pory, I Can't Read" for the first time." The Corvi's gaze refocused and she saw both Skarmory and Smeargle looking at her, to which she dismissed the issue with a wave of her hand.

"Oh it's nothing. Just thinking about what this tattoo is."

At this, Wally chipped in a hint. "Something majestic, to soar high like a Pidgeot. I would include you in that simile but I presume you and high temperatures don't bode well together?"

Cindy groaned. "Ugh, yeah. When the sun gets baking, I feel like a cake."

"Bet you smell delectable though." Scrak got a quick jab to his arm for that one.

"Shut up, dork."

The rave was still going on strong, the DJ managing to find themselves flipping to a rather familiar song that the three of them recognized.

"Is that..."

"Bolt?"

"Don't worry, you two. I ...am.....done!" Wally left Scrak off with a flick of his tail brush, patting the both of them off the client sit-upon and holding two mirrors for them to look at his work now that they were finished off. Cindy looked behind her and gasped.

It was a neon-colored painting of her species but Feral, soaring like a Braviary towards who knows where with a wing extended outwards. The detail that Wally used made it seem like each feather laced on that colorful body were a part of her own.

"Holy shit, talk about exotic." Scrak's, since Cindy was able to look at it from where she stood, was a Feral Skarmory that looked like it was flying like a bullet towards a destination; that sharp, pointed head was trained upwards, those sharp wings were extended outwards for maximum air control and their eyes were aimed forward. Though Cindy noticed something about their drawings and slowly stepped closer to Scrak...

And gasped when she realized that the tattoos seamlessly connected with their hips together.

"Holy shit, this is ...beautiful."

"You're right...Makes me wonder how we get this on permanently."

Wally laughed at their reactions, standing up from his post and giving both of their shoulders a quick pat-down in support before bringing their heads together. "If you really want them to "pop", then I suggest you get to dancing. Your wishes may just come true."

"What're they, magic?" Cindy was skeptical by the beagle's suggestions, but all the middle-aged canine did was wave her off.

"Something like it. Really random though. Just go on and enjoy yourselves." Wally ushered them to the dance floor, their song guiding them through the masses. Cindy and Scrak did their best to stay planted together, and thus it led to them wrapping arms around each other so their rave tattoos didn't split. It felt weird trying to vibe or jam out to this song when someone kept you feeling like you had one leg to control out of three, but as the song neared the drop Cindy found herself moving along swimmingly.

"Whoa, getting into the groove, huh?" Scrak was trying to keep up, somewhat being dragged around by Cindy as she swerved around with the music flowing through her muscled form.

"It's like ...water...from a shower....that's at the right temperature." It was hard to pinpoint such a feeling, because it required meticulous aiming to get the dials to bring out the perfect shower water-not too hot and not lukewarm. Though it seemed to work perfectly as Cindy got herself jamming to the lyrics.

WE GO TO WAR BODIES FALLING, YOU AND ME

Scrak got himself into the motions she was delivering, both of them unaware that they were getting eyes on their actions.

WORK ON A COMBO I'LL T-BOLT YOUR BULLET SEED

The bass drop slammed through everyone present on the third floor, the crowd seeming to kick up with energy with such a hot single blasting through those high-end speakers in the back. Cindy and Scrak were trying not to thrash into others but all they were actually doing was getting the curious eyes to join in on their "thrash sway". Cindy may be taller and a bit stiff on her feet but Scrak complimented that by being smooth and graceful to make sure she didn't push too hard nor stepped too far. The crowd soon devolved to similar pairings, though a lot less fluid with the drastic height differences-hell, there was even a Pangoro trying to join in with a Sableye-that followed Cindy and Scrak's lead in jamming out to "Bolt Your Bullet Seed".

It was a short song, two minutes and three seconds to be exact, but it did the kind of work to one's emotions that a song that was triple that duration could do if played from start to finish.

And unbeknownst to the two birds wowing the crowd, their tattoos were starting to blend together.

MAKE SURE NONE OF THEM ESCAPE

NOT BY LAND, CHOPPER OR SEA

LET'S BOX 'EM IN

I'LL T-BOLT, YOU BULLET SEED

The crowd was getting more pumped, especially when a Raichu and an Ivysaur jumped in and added their respective moves to accentuate the song. As soon as both attacks collided, the pellets gained an electric aura that-once the launcher detonated them with a Vine Whip-exploded into yellow fireworks above everyone dancing.

"Holy shit, I fucking love this place!" Cindy was bouncing on the walls with her excitement, and Scrak was right with her.

"You're damn right on that! Feels good to get in!"

"You said it!"

The two birds continued to try beating the dance floor with their feet, Cindy's stompers gaining more width while Scrak's got slimmer than what they already were. The neon lights of the room were brightening, people starting to shine like stars while Cindy and Scrak's backs were like display lights showing off their respective toning and slimming. No one seemed to be concerned enough to tell them, though Wally was the only one not dancing looking at the happening with a curious smile.

When the DJ ended the song after extending the last thirty seconds with a well-timed loop that let everyone hear that powerful chorus, the crowd let the musical genius know he was well-received for that tactic with a standing ovation that led to them dispersing for their breath back.

When the two birds of the scene retreated back to Wally, he gave them his own applause. "My my, you two are natural crowd-pleasers. Been a while since I've seen the folks up here hop into a set like a conga line."

"Fuck, it felt amazing!" Cindy shouted in her rather deep voice.

"It was like flying over an ocean inches from touching the water while waves start rising around you..." Scrak's softer tone made Wally chuckle.

"Sounds like you two make a good pair."

"Damn right on that." The Corvi' hugged Scrak to her body, his form feeling rather squishy and light to the tough. "This guy right here made my night feel electric."

Wally feigned being hurt by bringing his hand over his heart. "Not even the guy who got you onto the dance floor gets street cred?"

"Oh shut up, you old fart." The beagle didn't even get time to be offended by that light-hearted joke before he too fell victim of Cindy's death grip.

"E-easy, easy! You're tough as nails, I believe you!" Wally's panic made the built Corvi' laugh, bringing her to swing both bird and canine around in her embrace while making sure to avoid knocking any of the older man's stuff to the floor. She didn't wanna sully his hospitality so soon.

Though color her surprised when it was Scrak that pleaded thar she stop instead of Wally again, and she halted right on time much to the beagle's relief.

"Sorry, Cin ...Getting a little..." The Skarmory didn't even get to finish, nearly falling out of Cindy's arm before she caught him and held him up from doing so again.

"Uh, Wally?" She was gonna start panicking that her friend suddenly fell ill, ignoring the buzzing of her phone no doubt her other friends asking her why she wasn't with them. The beagle had to shove his way out of her grasp just to get his point across.

"Probably in a daze from all the dancing you two did. You were going at it pretty hard."

"Really?"

"Trust me, if I had been dragged along, I'd probably be ready to puke my guts out too." Cindy felt regret course through her veins as she made sure Scrak was comfy against her muscled body. Her shirt was sweaty, but she paid little heed to how cold its damp state felt as she laid her Skarmory friend over her shoulder.

"Do you know where he lives? My folks'll kill me if I bring a guy home-and by kill me, I mean kill me with embarrassment."

"Oh I get ya. We'll take my van, he stays somewhere near the suburbs."

Nowhere near me... Cindy made sure Scrak was settled on her body right before making her way towards the stairs. Wally packed his stuff up into his travel bag and slung the strap over his shoulder before following after the big Corvi'. He wasn't gonna put work ahead of his friends-besides these two were the last to show up and no one else came to bug him for tattoos after them-so he was more than ready to depart for his buddy.

Cindy felt like the stairs were a lot weaker under her feet, and this was furthered when she reached the landing between the second and third floors and thought the whole thing was gonna give and have her foot go right through the metal grating. Thankfully, she was spared from such a fate and hurried all the way down.

"You smell nice...." Scrak's feeble words were almost muted out by the DJ of the first floor still going on strong, bodies of dancers barely visible in the darkness only illuminated with strobe lights. Wally brought her off the side rather than going through the front, recognizing the exit as the way out to where she and Scrak had met for the first time, and got her to follow him out until the warm night air kissed all three of them and let the energetic music of the club fall silent.

There was no line back here, so it let Wally lead further towards the streets while bringing out some car keys. He turned to Cindy, who looked back after looking everywhere but him for a moment before seeing that he actually stopped moving. "Don't laugh, okay?"

"I'm no kid, remember?" Her deeper voice was more noticeable without music drowning out its bass, but with worry running through her brain like a Zeraora getting out of dodge she paid no heed to her changes in decibels.

"Well, it's just..." He grumbled as he couldn't put it into words and thus hit the unlock button on his keys. Cindy heard a click and looked up just in time to see the lights on a rather...colorful van flash before going dark across the street. "That's my set of wheels."

"It's got...character. Definitely not over the top." Cindy tried her best not to judge as she crossed the street, having had to duck her head from a wire hanging a little too low for her comfort, before reaching the back of the van to no doubt place Scrak. Wally made it over after letting a few cars pass by, bag weighing him down noticeably as he got to the driver door and popped it open to unlock the back. Cindy nearly tore the door off its hinges getting it open but managed to stop herself just in time to let her Skarmory friend lay inside. Although, just when she was about to pull away to let him rest, his hand found her arm and held on tight.

"N-no...Don't leave...." While it seemed comical that such a shrimp in comparison to the beefcake Cindy had become over the course of them meeting up, his grip was actually keeping her still. And while it would make sense for her to ignore his plea, she felt responsible for making him "sick and dizzy" so Cindy climbed in and shut the doors behind her. She hit her head on the roof, but ignored it as she laid next to Scrak, who held onto her enough to let him seek refuge against her thigh and lay his head on it before going still. His breathing indicated that he had not perished.

"Guess I'll man everything up here." Wally speaking made Cindy turn to see a small visor allowing them to see each other, the beagle adjusting his rear view mirror before the van sputtered to life. Cindy unconsciously held onto Scrak as the three of them began to pull off and head towards the Skarmory's house. The van didn't have any windows in the back so all the Corvi' had to see was her friend try his best not to vomit.

"I dunno what came over you, but you better not die on me, dork." Her words felt like they came out as she was lifting a dumbbell but without the actual exercise, making her palm her throat to see if she was getting sick herself before Scrak's voice caught her attention.

"Wouldn't d-dream of it...lady...." His hand found the back of hers and she felt a little calmer feeling it. She didn't know why seeing Scrak incapacitated made her so worrisome-they just met for the first timetonight-but seeing him hurt made her want to make the world burn beneath her feet until he was better. Her vigilant demeanor was going on so strong she didn't even see Scrak nudging at her crotch until she saw his head disappear between her thighs.

"Whoa there, little guy. Don't go sniffing down there, dancing made m-" Cindy froze, thinking her eyes were deceiving her with what she was seeing nearly a notch from touching Scrak's nose before she pulled him back again. Her bird lips, which usually left a Camerupt toe in her pants whenever she did any exercise or extravagant movements like dancing, were gone and in their place was a sizable bulge of what was obviously a dick with a pair of balls. Her panting grew louder the more she stared at it, not even sure where it came from because she definitely showered with a pussy between her legs before she left for the club. "What the fu-"

"Cindy....." Scrak brought his head over the new sight, making her get out of her stupor in time to see him reaching down at his pants to pull them off. She saw him wiggle his ass to do it and it made her dark feathers blush an obvious pink as she simply watched instead of stopping him from getting bottomless. "I'm s-so hot...and you smell so good...."

"Scrak, what're you doing...!?" She wasn't sure if Wally was paying attention to them or not since the visor was still open, so she whispered instead of yelled. The Skarmory kept nuzzling into her new groin, letting out quiet moans while he finally got his pants to his knees. As soon as she saw him get up to get closer, her eyes locked onto his crotch and she gulped.

He didn't have a bulge there as most guys in the world did; instead, it was a shiny, glistening pussy that looked to be winking at Cindy while she looked at it. His clit looked normal despite him being a guy and it seemed perfectly capable of shooting juices as he demonstrated onto her leg as he tried to crawl up to her face.

"I n-need your help, Cin ...It's too hot ...i-i need you...." His face gave her all the explanation she needed-he was in heat. And a strong one, for his face looked more red than gray and he was panting like he couldn't retain air within his lungs.

"A-are you sure?..." She's used strap-ons before but it's gonna be a hell of a difference with a dick she can feel sensations with rather than a plastic, silicone toy used on guys and girls alike. "I've never felt what it's like to have a real dick before..."

"It's easy, C-cin....Just jam it in me ...make me wet....an-and squirt all your gunk in me until I'm c-cool..." His voice was still soft, but his lust made it sound seductive like a succubus, and once his eyes locked onto hers she knew he was too far gone for reason. Before too long, he tried and fumbled on kissing her, missing her by a far degree and sinking into her neck feathers, though it had been a distraction as she felt him pop her fly open to let her dick out since her panties were hardly any good way to hold them from view. Cindy blushed, for it felt like the first time she got laid all over again but with everything that mattered in reverse.

This time, she was the blushing mess and her partner was a stranger in need.

The Corvi' barely had time to experience what it was like to get aroused for the first time when Scrak's hand wrapped around her, his palm covered in juices for lube to stroke her up to a hardness that matched her metal nails. She clenched her beak together, breathing heavily through her nares in an effort to keep quiet while Scrak got all over her so she'd be hot and ready for him. His moaning sounded so cute and his butt looked so small for a guy of his build....

She didn't even need his hands bringing hers back there to grip his gray cheeks, his moans feeling like energy boosts as he laid them out right into her ear while he worked her up a storm. Cindy was growling, a desire she didn't even know she had within her welling up like an Eruption getting ready to fire into the air, and it grew steamier for her as Scrak started rubbing his lips against the tip of her cock. With her hands already in position, it was only a matter of time before the two of them conjoined by the hip with a thrust that sent her sinking right up into the deepest parts of Scrak's cunny. He squawked, which finally drew Wally's attention as he glanced back there only to hurry looking forward as he heard cop cars.

"Hey, what's going on back there!? Is he alright?" His concern was as genuine as one would be when their friend sounded like he was in grave pain, but he was thrown aback when both of them moaned after a minute of silence. The beagle's rear view mirror was his best bet on being able to multitask, so he angled it down to the visor and felt himself gasp before he even let out any air.

Cindy was thrusting up into Scrak, her dark hips sounding like they were hitting home within the young Skarmory as he straddled her lap and took it like a champ, leaving the smell of their sex to waft through the air. Wally eyed the scene much better once he got to a red light, noticing that dark shaft sinking into Scrak's depths with ease and leaving him a whimpering mess of metal and need as he urged her to keep pounding him harder. The second the canine smelled their actions, he felt a tingle downstairs that he couldn't tend to since he was driving. So thus, he regrettably kept on driving as he listened to them fuck.

Cindy was glad she didn't have teeth, for she would have broken them by now with how hard she kept her beak shut while she made Scrak bounce in her lap. The smaller male was huffing in her face too, letting her hear his begging to make him feel sane again while leaving his legs a twitching disaster that made the Twist Step's sign seem tame. Then, Scrak squawked again and a rush of fluids splashed between their hips, leaving both birds in the brunt of the cloud of pheromones the discharge left behind. The Corvi' herself drank it all in, using it as fuel to go from simply battering her way through those walls to straight destroying any and all resistance in her way. Only a couple inches hadn't made it inside of Scrak but she was steadily fixing that with harsh thrusts to his cervix. The gray bird seemed to be looking for this, for not only did he join back in to bouncing as hard as he could on Cindy's lap but his lips were back to squirting juices on her crotch, and within time they got into a rhythm that let her dick slowly inch its way through that small passage.

Cindy let out her own deep squawk as she forced her way through and got her cock head trapped inside of his womb, Scrak letting out a yell that was easy to misinterpret as agony while he clenched down hard around her. And like clockwork, they both came as hard as their brains could muster.

The Corvi's seed was pure white, splattering all over the place inside that searing-hot womb, and Scrak's juices left the van's floor wet and hazardous to walk on while leaving Cindy's feathers matted down from her inner thighs to her lower back. Their highs also came around at the same time, leaving the last of Cindy's load to slowly ooze out of Scrak's core and seep into his walls since she was too thick for anything to slip past her.

They came to a rest just in time for Wally to come to a parking space, his face reappearing at the visor.

"Hey uh...kiddos ...We're here." His words seemed pretty much as knowing as a parent who just listened to his children have sex with their respect partners in opposite rooms from his bedroom, and he felt a sweatdrop drip down his head as the two birds got started again. So, he sighed and shut the visor before they made his van smell like sweat, effort and need before lounging in his driver's seat.

Since he was alone, it was easy to let his neon-colored quartet of dicks hang freely from his pants after popping his fly open and pushing his underwear to the side.

"Damn kids ...Better be enjoying something as exotic as a switcheroo...Gonna be hell getting all their gunk outta there."