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"So...hungry...." The beautiful forest of Non-Aym was flourishing despite the changing seasons, trees staying strong with slightly browning leaves and grass staying fresh-looking for those of the appeal taste. Though even all of that can be overlooked for the sake of other needs, like this Braviary flying over trees with a noticeable drop with every flap of his wings.

His name was Barg, not to be mistaken by the human construct meant for transporting things, and he was starving. His favorite berry bush had been raided last night-most likely by that no-good murder of Murkrow that tends to come through the area at night to swipe stuff-and with every other food source around his home territorially claimed by other residents of the forest, his choices on what will keep him sustained were very limited. Barg hoped that he wouldn't have to resort to begging for food...

Last time he did that, he had to move from all the rumors that spawned from...what he had to do.

So he made sure to keep his growling stomach away from certain areas so he didn't get metaphorically backed into a corner on options by the more "predatory" characters of the forest. He's been doing good so far, no one's really tried to shoot him down or an-

Barg came to a halt, assuming his eyes had just played tricks on him, before backtracking and seeing exactly what he thought he did: a berry bush! And it looked loaded to the brim with fresh ones ripe for the taking. Not believing his luck-and following the gnarly orders of his snarling gut, Barg took a nosedive towards the sweet-looking morsels and dug in the second he landed.

Sweet and juicy! Every bite into these blue berries was like eating balloons filled with water-on accident, mind you. Barg could barely hold himself from consuming every one he saw present, and by the time he felt his hunger start to waver, his feathers from his beak down was caked on juices. It got to a point where it was even going between his legs in volume.

Once he was satisfied, Barg looked and saw that he barely put a dent in the bush's supply-and that was saying something with all the stems littered around his feet. Though, Barg felt that he needed a berry or two for the road considered that coming all the way out here from his den was a significantly longer trip than it would be from his usual food, so he reached to take a new berry that he saw dangling off a branch just out of his view. And what he saw nearly made him gag...

He picked up a Mutto Berry ...known around the world for being shaped like...

A penis.

He dangled it in his feet like it was a dirty leaf, only to look down at the grass to recoil in fear ...He had eaten a lot more of them than he figured. And much, much worse to happen at that moment....

His cloaca burned with need.

Barg crushed the berry in his talons as he doubled over in a sudden orgasm that left his motor skills shot like an injured Bouffalant, cum splattering out of his vent onto the ground, and leaving him to shakily stand on his feet when the powerful yet fleeting moment ebbed away into a subtle overhang in his brain. Fuck...why didn't he check the shapes first? Why did he go belly-first into this mess...!?

Barg attempted to step away from the whole thing, wiping his talons clean from the horrid berry juice his tum was full of at this point, but the damage was done; the second he was about to take off, his opening spasmed in the wake of another orgasm and left him to writhe on the ground like a depraved creep as he soiled the grass with his seed. Barg barely recovered from that one, and when he dared to stand only to fall against a tree, he could see just how puffy his cloaca had gotten.

Dammit...it was like Rut season all over again...and it just ended!

"Well well, look who we got here...~" Barg hated every syllable of that sentence, and grew to hate it even more as he saw who spoke it. Ned-the resident Nidoking that never knows when to respect territory and just preys on anyone who's unfortunate enough to get caught on the paths throughout the forest-had walked up to Barg with the kind of smug grin that made the Braviary want to give it a good socking with his taloned feet. They were also notorious for shooting down any birds with Thunderbolt and 'collecting travel fees', so this was a REALLY bad spot to be stuck as.

This was cemented when Ned simply stepped up to Barg's face so that the avian was stuck looking at their crotch.

"You know the rules, beakbrain. You suck or I find out if bird eggs ain't the only thing that comes out of your hole." Right on cue, the air filled with a sickeningly alluring musk that came from that crotch, followed by the expected hardening of Ned's dick. The rhino was not wrong; Barg knew the rules.

This wasn't his first time.

"You call me beakbrain and I bite it off."

"You poke me once with your beak and you go twelve feet under; six from me throttling you and six more when I make sure you don't get up."

Barg only glared up at Ned before indulging in that reeking cock at his mouth, having to suppress a gag from the taste he picked up. Yep, the damn rhino had fucked someone earlier-poor thing was probably pounced on dry and only had Ned's discharges for lubricant-and barely wiped himself off. So here was Barg slurping up the remnants like a parched Camerupt.

"Oh yeeeeeah, been meaning to get your head down there...~" Ned's voice was like having Icicle Crash burrowed deep into Barg's wings, but with his current mouthful, he couldn't rightfully call Ned a series of 'colorful words' about their virility. It really sucks too, because there'd be no base.

The rhino was bigger than his game.

Once Ned got a good grip on the tree Barg had been stationed at to recover from his rapid-fire orgasms back-to-back, the Braviary now had to endure getting his throat stuffed against his own pace from the Nidoking's thrusting. Thankfully, Barg didn't make the mistake of already being mid-suckle before the rhino got busy making a toy out of his throat, so all he was really griping about was the erratic way they were thrusting. But then...

He was slowly not minding it...

No no, he wasn't getting used to it or liking it...It was...he wasn't satisfied with this. And once his mind started piecing that together, his cloaca responded in kind and went through the kind of quivering that one could only imagine when they had wet dreams in their habitats, ejecting cum that sailed past the underside of Ned's tail in strength, and leaving the poor Braviary too winded to care that the moment was being abused by tactless humping against his beak.

"Well fuck, if I knew you were gonna nutthat hard from me, I would just freeze your little wings so you can't fly out of my cave...~" ...And that knocked Barg right out of his afterglow. Fuck all of that. It's one thing to take advantage of a bird when he's down and horny with no means to know the limit, but it's another to literally plot kidnapping them when they're within earshot.

So, just as Ned braced themselves more firmly on the tree to really cram their dick in the avian's throat, Barg retaliated with a mere Thrash; he headbutted the rhino's stomach, making them keel inward a bit from their rather vulnerable posture; he followed up with another to their crotch that made them truly double over to protect it from further injury; and he attacked that heinous fucker until they were massaging their dick on their back.

"You little...sh-sh-" Ned had every reason to be angry, for his pride and manhood had been challenged and damaged respectively by a runt of a species, but he was silenced.

By Barg moving onto their body positioned to ride.

"Shut up and hold still before I peck your eyes out." The bird forced those hands out of his way, much to Ned's dismay which was quickly shut down by a very menacing glare from Barg, before the dick was free to have a vent sink down around it. Unfortunately, it was thanks to this rhino that Barg was able to confidently shove himself down on the entirety of their cock-because something over a foot long but almost as thick as an arm is not an easy feat-so it didn't take Barg long before he went from testing the waters to literally slamming his ass on Ned's crotch like a Lopunny.

He didn't know why he was so driven to do this; he didn't know why his guts were writhing like a pile of Ekans he ate live were wrestling to see who would cave into being digested first; he didn't know why he was doing this with NED of all Pokemon in this damn forest; and he surely didn't know why the rhino was just laying there and letting him ride them like they weren't just chock full of the kind of cocky bravado one should expect from a predator Pokemon, but here was Barg getting a fix from them like it was already predestined. Maybe the rhino really was as big as one made them to be as, and all they needed to get put in their place was an assertive someone.

Too bad it had to be when Barg was at his most vulnerable-when he was riled up.

But much to the Braviary's-and to anyone who could have been watching's-surprise, Ned came first, whimpering as they loaded Barg with the spunk they always said was 'so potent it could knock up a Nidoqueen after a long night with the right mood' and came to a halt...ten seconds later. Testing with some squeezes, the avian confirmed that the rhino literally nutted for ten seconds and it was over.

Just. Like. That.

The forest's Spearow flew out in complaint from their nests to avoid having the pathetic cries of Ned the Bitch-Made Nidoking being forced to climax inside of a very, very, very, very angry bird.

~ ~ ~

"Never gonna hear the end of that guy..." An hour later, Barg was sighted waddling into the forest's river like an Empoleon who was caring for an egg they recently laid, slowly slipping inside of the rushing waters and feeling layer upon layer of gunk wash off his lower section.

Making that rhino cry for their mother had been satisfying for all up to the last round, where they dissolved into this babbling fit begging Barg not to make them cum their internal balls dry. But Barg wasn't having it, because no matter how many loads he pumped out of that cock like a certified breeding stumped specifically carved out for forest dwellers of Ned's size, the Braviary's cloaca was still blazing hot with need. So of course he fucking milked them dry, what mercy did they deserve after threatening to imprison the avian like he was free game!? He almost wished they would fall into a ditch and broke their neck when he got off and they took off like they were late for a not-so-secret meetup with a hookup they "wooed".

None of that hilarious set of moments quelled the Braviary's frustrations.

Even reaching for it from underwater yielding fruitless results in hopes that the horny spiel was over, and Barg ended up groaning some more as even close quarters with his vent made him cum. As he spurted into the waters, he heard a bush rustle behind him, and it made him vehemently glare in that direction before ignoring it and going back to dealing with his crippling afterglow. You know what's really bad? He didn't even cum when Ned was u-

The rustle was in front Barg now, and he felt his feathers stand on end as the first bush rustled again. He knew he was being watched, and unfortunately he couldn't even make himself decent for the one getting eyes on his ass since his cloaca stood out like a sore thumb with his blue underbelly feathers. Even with his legs closed.

The one before him was breached, and out popped a Tangrowth. Right away, red flags came up in Barg's sex-hungry mind because a run-in with these were always met with trauma for victims. Most of the time, the victims in question can barely speak without spitting up some strange substance from their throat or whining from having them spill out...elsewhere. And with all the stories he's heard over and over again. Barg was not in any willing position to be added to the list.

Sadly, the other bush had been broken through and it was another Tangrowth. Both of them eyed Barg with their blank gazes that hid their true intent more so than their vines, not making a sound and letting the avian's heated panting fill the void that the river would have been filling otherwise.

The Tangrowth in front of Barg stepped forward, planting that flat foot right into the trail of cum the Braviary had been leaking up until cleaning himself out, and stopped to examine the mess. With Barg blocking the view, the other only had the faint clouds of seed being washed downstream to notice any seminal fluids about, and as the first began to peer closely at the seed on their hand, the bird knew he only had seconds to get out of there by any means necessary before he ended up being compost. Or a husk of his former self.

Or worse-made into some kind of incubator by these walking freaks!

When the Tangrowth examining his semen looked more closely, Barg made a dash for upstream, hoping to be able to circle around and hopefully find a place-or Pokemon-to get off at until this overwhelming need wavered...

He didn't even make it away from them.

His legs had been ensnared the whole time much to his bewilderment, and looking back in a rising yet dulled panic he saw the other Tangrowth extending their arms at him. He was reeled in like a Magikarp, prompting him to try and slow things down with his wings, but it was no good. And soon, he was being dangled over the river like it was a death sentence.

It is said that wild Tangrowth are dangerous, not only because of their lack of empathy for others, but also for their complete disregard of personal space. Seeing one meant you run until your feet bleed, because their control over most plant life-not even counting their seemingly infinite supply of vines-was more damaging on one's psyche than what was let on. And having two meant Barg was still alive from a prayer.

"What do you want? I don't care how much...you want a little bitch....I'm not bending to you...either of you." Barg's resolve was set; he'll endure whatever he has to if it meant getting away from these Tangrowth. Unfortunately, they made no motion, other than to stare with an air of curiosity-only way to tell was from the rather blank blink.

"Don't just stand there ...do your worst already! I'm not gonna be your toy...!" Why weren't they doing anything? It was actually getting under Barg's feathers. Freaks of nature take to any means to have a reason for cruel and unusual punishment on what wasn't them, but neither the observant nor the captor Tangrowth made a particular move on him. This was made even worse on his paranoia over them when they....let him go?

No really, he was put back over land and laid out gently on the ground as if he had been resting there the whole time, prompting the Braviary to look around in confusion until he realized that his legs were still caught from the other Tangrowth and he had been left presenting himself to the one before him. Fuck, it was a plot to make him drop his guard, and he couldn't even close his legs to try and at least keep the vines away.

His seed was gone when the watcher held out their hand towards him, getting him to struggle much to no avail as having those vines beckon him forth was like getting Goodra goo off one's body after getting hugged by a pack of them. And just as he feared, those dark green vines made their appearance and wriggled their way towards him. Barg seethed through his beak as they all focused on his lower end, the anticipation making it seem like he was "eager" for their arrival with how much winking his vent was doing to deny any entry.

Unfortunately, there was no stopping something that fit right in.

Barg shuddered in a grossed-out manner as he felt one snake its way inside, pushing through his walls without any solid resistance present to stop him. Fucking Ned. Before he could even assume that he was being shown mercy, his head was snapped back by a vine and another slipped into his beak before he could shut it. Noticeably thicker, and with it designed specifically to keep those with the capability from biting it off effectively, Barg was powerless as it went into his throat.

Another vine found its way into his vent, though it went worming into a hole not meant for penetrating and got him to protest vehemently against his "gag" as discomfort began to take form underneath the ignored pleasure. Who cares if vines felt good, he did NOT want to be a slave to these guys! Or girls, whatever!

It seemed like forever until those damn appendages stopped moving, leaving Barg to awkwardly breathe around the one keeping his throat occupied from shouting out every curse word he knew like a Pelipper. They seemed to be having some form of conversation that he simply could not understand, because they way they were staring at each other and making gestures with their body and eyes betrayed communication. Were they deciding his fate? Did he have a say in this? Who was gonna be the one that made his life hell, and the one that made his life less of one to try and get early sympathy from?

None of that mattered when the observant Tangrowth commanded their vines to pump through Barg's vent like a pair of cocks.

The Braviary shouted against his gag as he was violated without mercy, both appendages striking everywhere imaginable within his cloaca. He was almost happy that the other one keeping his throat full wasn't joining in on making his body out into nothing more than a double-ended toy for Grass types, but then they hopped into the fray by pushing their own vine well beyond the limits of Barg's throat-getting his eyes to widen in fear of being choked to death-and leaving it to twitch in the recesses of his rocking stomach until he felt a liquid pour inside.

He didn't want to think of it as piss-because he didn't want to know the how over knowing the why-nor did he want to dream of it being cum, because the latter being mentioned by thought made his vent flare up in dissatisfaction and the last thing he needed was to excite some Tangrowth.

Rumor has it one is never seen again if they're actually to a Tangrowth's liking.

His stomach was starting to bloat like he were full of eggs with the mysterious fluid, weighing him down like he drank too much water rather than eating a bunch of berries first before watering it all down to digest easier. Though, that seemed to be all that vine was gonna do to him, for nothing happened for a solid minute from down the hatch. That didn't stop his vent from being mechanically fucked, however, and he continued to glare out towards his captors. The worst part wasn't even that his body was enjoying this treatment since there was no pain...

Barg wasn't even close to cumming.

Nope, none of those appendages in his opening were doing it for him, and with his legs stuck spread eagle-pun not intended-Barg couldn't convey that they were not going to get him to cum at this rate. And even a few minutes later of nothing but methodical pumping, he still wasn't any closer than he was.

Barg was just about to test if the vine in his throat was weakened from that discharge enough to let him bite it off so he could screech at this incompetent Tangrowth playing off the act of fucking him, when that one in particular visibly shuddered and the vines inside of the avian's cloaca began to shoot their fluids. Not thick, so it wasn't cum; not too warm, so it wasn't piss; and not too runny to be any kind of fertilizer.

Nope. This was it. They pulled out of him and began to walk away, leaving Barg to look confused at not having a throat full of the forest for the first time in who knows how long and to watch his tormentors leave him. They left him there, nearly coated head to toe in whatever this...wait...This was sap.

Those freaks spurted some tree sap in him!?

Barg felt his anger boil into something more of actual seething rage, roaring behind his beak and pounding his wings into the ground like a Sawk being livid at their perilous training. He ignored the rushed orgasm he had in the middle of it in favor of seeing if he could make an Earthquake with how miffed he was. Those fucking...walking bushes...stuffed him full of sap, half satisfied..., and feeling even worse than before...If Barg wasn't so debilitated by his commanding lust, he would have hounded after them to hack their vines to chunks for even daring to insinuate that he was about to be taken in as a toy. But no, every move he made was followed with his cloaca pulsing like a cock would, and leave a new mess at his feet to try not to slip in.

By the time Barg's moment of anger passed, he crawled into the water to clean his feathers off and flush out the tree sap. Having so much as a droplet run through his poor vent made his feathers stand in agitation, but he already left himself somewhat exhausted venting out, so he couldn't throw a fit in the water unless he wanted to attract something else.

When he came to land to dry off, Barg shook himself off and preened whatever stuck out like a sore talon.

Only to lose any focus on that as a fast blur whizzed overhead.

Instincts would tell him that a race was in progress, or something similar, but there was no follow-up whizzing of anymore and they weren't slowing down for anything. They did, however, leave a feather behind for him to see who it was-since he couldn't tell from where he had been-and nearly looked like a total creep whiffing the red piece.

Pidgeot....

Barg's mind was set, and before he knew it, he was taking off into the skies after them. His cloaca seemed to be ready for this too, for it hadn't gone through a state of euphoria from the sudden movements requires to take flight for a Braviary, but the avian wasn't complaining. Nor would he, for he was gonna make sure he vented out properly...and his mind only wanted this solution...

It took a fair bit of searching-and rather unsightly sniffing-but he eventually trailed the fellow bird to a nest overlooking a section of the mountain that overlooked a mountain. Must be a lookout or a makeshift watch tower. Either case, they were present with no one else around and Barg was too horny to care about being presentable.

So yes, he quite literally dropped down on the Pidgeot like he "lost control" and made sure to stay on them.

"Rude of you to use me to catch you without saying 'look out below', don't you think stranger?" Silky smooth...a female Pidgeot. Barg barely knew of any ladies in this vast forest expanse, especially with Ned's predatory hunting for 'ripe pussy' on the daily-though those days were numbered for the time being.

"Got lost looking at your down...Didn't have time." Speaking clearly and without a wispy aftertone was difficult considering Barg's voice was nearly shot after the run-in with the Tangrowth left him wanting to Hyper Voice all over the place, but this was working. She didn't pay heed nor mention his half-hearted cover up.

"What a charmer. Is this what falling in love looks like literally?"

"Maybe. After all, who wouldn't want you to share a nest with?"

That got her to scoff, oddly. "Apparently every male Pidgeot that's ever 'wanted me forever'. They come, commit, then go court with some feathered flank they ran into on a flight for exercise and expect me to ignore that they smell like they laid seed."

Barg didn't expect to drop into some kind of post-divorce counseling, but whatever got him ignored as he set himself to mount her but not get their vents touching. Yet. "Sheesh, sounds like the guys make for some bad times."

"Well yeah, emotionally. They're the right amount of quick when it's time for egg season, but other than that they're just jerks who never want to settle. They either want to pick a fight to prove they're loyal, fly off with friends or fly off with a new catch."

"Seems like it's about time you tried other kinds of partners to me..." Barg tried to go for the smallest nudge, but the Pidgeot shifted in a way that not only did it do it for him, but also left him an inch from gracing the lady's untouched vent and his own weary yet excitable one.

"I guess so...never thought of being laid into by a male of a different species. Granted that Ned fellow would be a nice catch if he wasn't such a creep."

"I wouldn't recommend Ned anyhow." Nope, not gonna tell her that the rhino was empty on swimmers. Nope. nuh-uh.

"Well, who do you suggested, mister matchmaker?" Okay, this was getting silly; the Pidgeot had gone from being subtly posed to practically having Barg prod her sex but at a feather-light touch-pun also not inteded-so he couldn't jump to action. Didn't help that she kept a Keen Eye on him.

"There were some Tangr-"

"Ab-solutely not. Birds are supposed to cut plants and trees, not get roped down like we're game for poachers. Plus, I prefer a classy lay that bears eggs, not some kinky quickie that turns into a fantasy come to life s-"

Barg had enough of her yammering, and quickly pushed his vent up against hers in an effort to get his message across. She quit talking at that point to help, nor did she break eye contact, but what got him to keep making him "kiss" her cloaca was the fact that she let him.

She knew from the start.

And with that, the Braviary set himself more properly to actually hump at her flank, much to her enjoyment as she cooed into the floor of her nest and kept her tail feathers flagged aside. The thing about birds in this scenario was that pleasure for them was tenfold in comparison to other species; Barg could feel her sex getting ready to receive his true kiss and his own vent was actually responding in kind by swelling up. With each accepting pull against his lips, Barg knew it was now or never until he found some other unfortunate avian so ready to get laid into by a horny bird.

"F-feels like...you're a nest hopper yourself...what made you...stop here...?" Now that Barg was about to tie her as birds do, she could feel the signs of wear on his whole crotch instead of little taps here and there, and looked up at him with a half-lidded eye contorted with bliss.

"Bad...run-in...didn't get off..." Technically he got off after he was done with both Ned and the Tangrowth, but neither times posed as a good way to feel true relief as one should when they were in a premature rut season multiplied by too much aphrodisiac disguised as food.

"Guess you better...quit st-stalling before I leave you hanging there b-FAWWWWK!" Barg cut her off again, but it actually was for the better yet again as his cloacal kiss with her sex led to his passage pushing into hers, getting the Braviary to grind his hips on her butt until he bit back a screech with a rather convenient branch as he truly came.

Seed didn't spurt out in meager shots, it was a whole flood. Seed most likely addled by the early call to make eggs washed down every inch of the Pidgeot's innards, and she came to a climax herself that led to some back shots hitting on his sensitive flesh just hard enough to make him gush out some more.

The stream came to an end a full minute later, the Pidgeot's ass a tangled mess of spent seed and disturbed feathers, with Barg barely any better with a whole layer of mixed cum on his entire lower half. Both avians huffed for air, Barg more so since having a proper climax actually left him more winded than the earlier ones, until the Pidgeot cleared her throat.

"S-sorry to...bother you...but you're gonna...crush my nest to pieces if you...stay o-on me..." Barg moved up a little-much to her whistle of relief-and sure enough, her stomach was so bloated with cum mixing with eggs to fertilize that it touched the floor of the nest. Knowing the impact of his load first hand, Barg's cloaca made its way out of the fair lady and copious bursts of seed came splurting from there. She sucked in air every time she thought it would stop only for some more excess to sneak out, but otherwise there was no true damage.

"Sorry...ate some really weird berries that I shouldn't have...need a nap." The exhaustion was making him slur the rest of his words, so he just demonstrated how tired he was by literally falling out of the now pregnant Pidegot's nest and meandering his way to the cave's maw. He looked up at her form, gracefully billowing in the wind with such flowing locks, and mouthed the words 'thank you' to her just as he was passing out.

She said something but he missed it as sleep took him.

~ ~ ~

Night hung over the area like a blanket, the Pidgeot fast asleep in her nest filled with eggs she ended up laying just as she was getting ready to pass the night away. The night breeze was loaded with the smell of bliss among the odd odors of a wandering Skuntank or Muk. Though, Barg wasn't on the ground where he had passed out at when he finished inside the lady bird.

No, he was inside the cave getting boned by its lone denizen.

"Mmm-mmm....wh-what's...what's happenin-ng?' The groggy Braviary was rocked away by something behind him, his eyes slowly taking in his rather dreary surroundings dimly lit by a crudely set-up fire to his left before his head thunked against the nearby cave wall and all was clear. And when they were, he felt the full brunt of an orgasm delayed by his unconscious state rage out full force from his cloaca like a Hydro Pump, feeling his seed splash...around something?

"'Bout time you came. Was beginning to think you were just dead..." A very deep voice made Barg shudder from both his rather mind-fogging orgasm and the decibels of the stranger, only for him to turn to look over his shoulders and feel a hint of fear sink down his throat into his gut.

It was Gletch, the resident 'top predator' of the forest.

And one thrust from their pelvis was all it took for Barg to know that the land shark was stuffing him with no mercy.

"W-wait...! Don't d-do this...ffffffuck..." Barg didn't want to get laid by a dragon...they knocked up anyone they got their hands on when they were horny! And in his state, and what he was rocking between his legs, every thrust from Gletch was like a prolonged countdown to a life of being a shark's chew toy until he could successfully escape.

And yes, successfully escape-the emphasis is on the fact that Garchomp can fly and go almost as fast as a Dragonite.

Barg's panic was swiftly being silenced by the cock in his vent, feeling it ram against his deepest regions yet somehow not being enough to feel full...Must not be every inch in there. And that thought alone made him shudder. The angle was probably what was holding Gletch back fr-

What was that nudging his stomach?

Barg could feel something bob into his stomach-only slightly distended now that he slept off the rest of the leftover sap that didn't wanna leave his guts-and somewhat meet the shaft thrusting through his walls with relative ease. But Barg didn't like the answer he got-and it wasn't even from Gletch catching onto Barg's sudden wonder about the foreign object between his thighs.

Nope, he found out what it was when the land shark finally crammed the last few inches of cock into the avian's vent and blew a load inside...and outside of their cloaca.

Barg felt like he was back with the Tangrowth as Gletch made short work of his sex and flooded it within seconds, feeling that thick spunk make a home within Barg's core and feeling a majority of it settle in there instead of pour straight back out of him as he had hoped. In tandem, he felt Gletch's other cock spurt all over the Braviary's down and legs, leaving a pool to slowly form below him and make falling down very distasteful. Dammit...And of course, his vent decided to go through an orgasm yet again from that alone to ante things up. Curse those berries...

None of this would have transpired if he had just paid attention.

"Now you're our mate..." Barg didn't like those words, nor when Gletch didn't even try playing off that they were going to continue with a feigned motion to pull out before they simply restarted, but he was left both hopeful that this wouldn't take any longer and confused...

Our?

"What d-do you...aghhh..mean 'our'?" The Braviary felt feeling in his wings and used them on the wall so he wouldn't get rocked into the wall while the land shark simultaneously rearranged his guts and dry-humped his belly.

"You knocked up my mate...so I made you ours..."

...Fuck, Barg really needs to pay attention better.