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Zan had stirred twice before, once to pull the covers over her head and once to bury her head into the crook of the couch. She hadn't realized at the time it even was a couch. The feral gryphoness had passed out on the floor last night so, being picked up and placed on something more comfortable hadn't even phased her. Though it was worse than that; somehow it was even a different house.

Her brain was foggy as she poked her beak out from under the provided blanket, trying to piece together the strangeness that was going on. With her white throat plastered to the cushion, she didn't even get up when she heard sounds coming from the other room, just a slight ear twitch. She had the blanket tightly wrapped around the bundle of feathers inside it, eyes still a little red from the night before. This was definitely not Bobbie's house.

Fuck.

What did she do last night? A paw came up to rub her face, feathers all ruffled. She was still wearing her jacket and feral skirt with her undergarment intact. Whoever was taking care of her apparently was decent enough at least. The steel blue feathered gryphoness let her eyes lag shut. The early morning sun was far too bright right now for the young teen...

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Ares heard a noise as he finished with his morning beak polish. He checked himself in the mirror for a moment to make sure he was decent. He was wearing a bathrobe, but he still stroked a fore claw through his crest to straighten his feathers a little. Then he left the bathroom and padded down the hallway to his living room.

"Ah. You're awake," he said.

He'd flirted with the hen he'd met at Bobbie's party last night. He wondered if she'd remember that. She wasn't drunk at the time, but she'd been just starting to drink quite a lot, and later he'd noticed her passed out on the floor. He didn't know where she lived, but he told Bobbie he was taking her back to her home.

"You passed out on the floor last night. I thought one of the guys at the party was kind of creepy and looking at you, so I thought I'd better take you home rather than just leaving you there. Only I didn't know where you lived, so I took you to my place."

He sat back on his haunches next to the couch and looked down at her. "So no. You haven't been abducted. Sorry if it was startling to wake up in a stranger's house. I just didn't think it was safe to leave you passed out on Bobbie's floor."

He didn't mention about having felt her up after he'd gotten her onto his couch. She was probably passed out enough to not remember that. But he'd felt over all of her nipples under her shirt. And then when she hadn't roused any, he progressed to reaching under her skirt and into her panties to feel up her pussy.

He'd carefully pulled her clothing back into place afterwards to make sure there were no signs at all of what he'd done.

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"Mmm..." she mumbled a response to the 'being awake' statement. Technically true she supposed. She listened with half an ear and half choffed in response. "Suppose I should try not to have so much 'fun' at the party next time." She mumbled. She certainly did not remember his interest in her from the night before... And, in her disheveled state, returning her undergarments to their normal position likely wasn't even necessary.

"Well thanks for that." The youthful teen responded in earnest, already liking this guy more than the imaginary 'creep' from the party. "What time is it?" She inquired with a hiss, rolling over with a paw covering one eye. With her jacket open, the motion exposed her underbelly and the teats Ares had been interested in the night before just for a moment. Once she settled down though, the view disappeared beneath the blanket.

"Hope I didn't chitter in my sleep or anything, slept like a rock though. Mmpfh... but of a hangover though." She was absolutely gorgeous all tangled up like that in the early morning sun. And she wasn't even trying. Granted it helped knowing what she was hiding under that short skirt of hers but the way her feathers bristled slightly was very eye catching.

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"It's about 8am," he responded. "And no. You weren't saying anything. You were pretty passed out."

His eyes were caught by her nipples as they were exposed for a moment. He'd felt them up last night, but now... well, she was conscious this time. He'd considered the possibility of fucking her while she was passed out. He'd done that a couple of times with wasted hens at parties before. But he felt he could do it after she'd woken up this time, and it would be more fun.

"So... I don't know if you remember." He reached over to stroke her crest gently. "We were talking about possibly having sex at the party last night. But that was before you got too drunk. And I didn't want to take advantage of you."

He fished a condom foil out of his pocket and held it up. "But now that you're awake..."

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She couldn't help but push into the pettings some. Even if she wasn't a youngling any more, she didn't think she'd ever grow out of enjoying scritches. Her features perked up as he candidly talked to her about doing something naughty. Even though she hadn't actually talked about sex the night before, she 'remembered' something like that now and flushed under her steely feathers some, watching him produce a rubber wrapper.

Well fuck.

She could always just turn him down of course but, hmmm... Her eyes looked him over with a more critically interested eye; not a bad looking stud at least with his earthly tones and well preened plumage. And he'd_rescued_ her from herself and some other guys too; hell she was still snuggled under a blanket he'd given her to use for the night without asking. And he was already offering safe sex from the get-go. It'd be a bit rude to crash his place and not put out right? Mpfh... just thinking about it was getting her feathers all ruffled. The idea of sex with a stranger was tickling her fancy (and other things) for sure. Had he told her his name? He must have and she just didn't remember so she wasn't going to press for it.

"Guess it couldn't hurt." She rumbled, focus shifting from the condom to his eyes with a quirky little smirk. Her paw slipped down her belly, rubbing at her own nipples gently to ease the frisky flare up she felt. He couldn't see it directly but it was fairly obvious what she was doing.

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While their flirting hadn't actually gotten that far last night, he was good at Poker. And he kept an expectant expression on his face that made it seem like they were just getting to complete something they'd already agreed on.

He watched her rub her belly, surmising what she was doing. He reached down with a fore claw to rub over his own crotch for a moment. And then he opened the bathrobe enough to let his red cock hang out in the open. It was already very stiff.

He reached under her skirt and felt along the cleft in her panties. He beaksmiled to her as if this was his first time touching her there and teased her for a couple of minutes, sometimes brushing just past the edges of her panties to her inner thighs. Then he hooked his talons under the panties and started pulling them down.

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The interaction moved with ease, as if they were just continuing what they started before. She didn't remember doing much foreplay with him previously but, considering how smoothly he moved into toying with her, they must have done something last night. Her eyes caught sight of his arousal, apparently he'd been thinking about getting under her tailfeathers for a while now and it made her wiggle slightly. Her wing lifted, flopping the blanket over the back of the couch to better expose herself. It was cooler out here but she was rather warm in her plumage so it evened out.

Those fine haunches were even more pretty in the daylight than in the moonlight peek he'd sneaked of them the night before, the soft fluff between her hinds pleasing to the touch and even better when it was being offered so openly. The young pinkness under her tail was an amazing sight, her hinds resting there together giving just enough space to draw the eye to her delicate looking vent. Her fun little skirt directed his attention to the best parts of her body giving the red erection between his legs all the reason it needed to jump in excitement.

She smelled fertile too, a young hen in heat just lying there, offering her body for services rendered. But it was alright, he was being a responsible drake and going to cover up.

"So how you wana to do this?" She inquired. She wasn't a virgin but she wasn't an expert or anything either.

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"You can just lay back and relax. You're probably still a bit hung over, I'll bet." As he spoke, he was drawing off his bathrobe, leaving himself free feathered. And then he cut the foil open with a talon tip and drew the condom out to start spreading it down over his eager length.

"I'll just cover up, and we'll get started."

That done, he stepped up onto his couch, and guided the young hen the rest of the way onto her back.

"How old are you anyway?" He rubbed the front of his latex covered cock along her young pink vent. Her very young looking pink vent. "You don't look old enough to drink." He chortled, drawing his haunches back to nestle the reservoir tip between her netherlips and started casually feeding it inside.

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The cute gryphoness didn't have a problem being allowed to relax and get fucked, wiggling and rolling over until those soft red ankle-socks were up in the air. Now that the problem was covered with a condom, she just relaxed, letting him mount up behind her. She kept her hind legs together to tease him some but he didn't seem to mind at all, just letting her toes flex into his belly fluff as he bent them back toward her chest and leaned into her raised rump all the same. With his cock pointing his right at her naked sex, he worked it between her pussy lips and began squeezing himself down inside her with a casualness that sent a dirty thrill up her spine.

She let off a soft exhale as her delicate teenage folds were wedged apart once more, she took a slow breath as he penetrated ever deeper, scratching an itch with his morning wood in just right way. It didn't take long before she could feel his sheath feathers tickling her crotch. To his first question she answered;

"Ladies don't tell their age right?" Which, in itself, was quite a suggestive comment. But she didn't want the amount of ambiguity to ruin the moment, so decided to add; "I'm what the industry would call barely legal." She admitted with a teasing wink.

Good enough it seemed as those underutilized pussy lips were still being massaged into a nice and moist state. The 18-year old girl coating the condom in a slick layer of feminine fluid that just made squeezing his cock between her thighs that much more enjoyable. Still comfortably snug in her current posture but even more delightful tantalizing with her heat-scent being friction warmed now as well.

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"Hmmph. That's about what I thought." As evidence that her age didn't dissuade him, he pushed the rest of his length into her heated pussy.

It felt good even with the condom. That was one down side of waiting until she woke up though. He could easily have barebacked her while she was passed out. Not that he wasn't still going to. It was just going to take a little more finesse.

For several minutes he fucked her on his couch. He got a good rhythm going for a good long while, and then he slowed and drew back out of her. "Condom's getting pulled up a bit. Gotta make sure it stays on," he said. There was some truth to it. It's edges had risen on his cock a little. But as he pulled the condom back down, he drew a talon across the reservoir tip, intentionally slicing it. With her hinds held together like they were, she wouldn't be able to see that detail. He quickly got back into position and pushed his now semi-protected length back into her.

Every so often, he stopped with his cock half in her and pulled back on the edges of the condom. Ostensibly, this was to keep it from riding up. But what he was actually doing was forcing his bare red tip through the cut he'd made. Each time he paused to pull on the condom was exposing a little more of his bare length until eventually the condom was just a scrunched up ring around only the base of his cock.

It would still feel to her like he was wearing it though as she'd feel that scrunched up latex at the bottom of each thrust. And technically, he still was. He'd implied heavily that she could trust him, so it was unlikely she'd realize his interest in knocking up an 18 year old hen.

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The young girl didn't even question his motives as he drew free from her wet vent, massaging the condom back into place. The rubber wrappers could be fussy but where effective so she couldn't complain, besides it felt all the betters he pressed back into her feral pussy. Unbeknownst to her though, his tip was getting to taste the wetness of her inner walls on the way in this time. Little by little more of that egregious red girth got to sample her unprotected sex, stroking his (mostly) bare length along inside her with devious intent.

And she just lay there, taking it like a good little hen as the skin-to-skin contact escalated to a full freeform breeding. His cocktip slid home in her again and again, pointed straight at the ripe eggs of her womb with literally nothing but a shred of protection between them. The silvery white feathers of her underbelly were fully exposed, her paws dancing over her underside as she sprawled, eyes closed, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of that exposed shaft sliding back and forth between her legs. The knot of tension in her abdomen was building rapidly now, her young fertile body in far greater danger than she realized.

The snug cavern of her sex gave her 'savior' much love, gripping him deliciously as he fucked her. Toeclaws flexed as her slippery wet insides created a comfy, warm tunnel to work himself up inside and, having not told her parents she was sexually active yet there wasn't even any birth control to keep that young womb from being knocked up either. The big drake just stood over her, hammering away as she bit a talon gently moments before a shocking ripple of orgasmic pleasure washed through her feathered form.

He could most certainly feel her cumming on his shaft which only left that cute little cunny of hers all the more vulnerable to attack by that dangerously bare spear wedged between her legs.

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His eyes half lidded as he enjoyed the spoils of his efforts. The teen hen was rocking against his thrusts because she thought he was only doing this for consequence free and safe pleasure. Well, there wouldn't be any consequences for him anyway. He was going to be moving out at the end of the month, long before she'd realize the 'accident'.

It made him hotter watching as she rubbed her own belly, tweaking her nipples. She didn't have any idea that little beaks would be stimulating them real soon.

The sensation as he pumped his shaft inside her was more intense bare (well, mostly bare) than it had been when he started. And now he was getting close. He clenched his beak when she came on his cock, the sensations of her squeezing and shivering over it driving him further. He started to shudder himself only a few seconds later as warm pulses of his seed spattered into her womb rather than being arrested in a reservoir tip like they were supposed to have been. He stayed in deep as his cock jerked again and again, each time spitting another lance of his DNA into the 18 year old.

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The young girl was probably at the most fertile time of her life and it showed as the dirty male leaned in, pressing his crotch and what was left of the condom flush against her lifted rump. The first sticky rope of cum hit her deepest recesses effortlessly followed hungrily by another and another as he purposefully came inside her. It wouldn't take much to get her pregnant and the frisky drake did exceedingly well at making sure that trim little tummy wouldn't stay that way for much longer.

He'd have a good view of the quivering female beneath him, able to imagine what would be going on just beneath her groping paw as his seed pooled in her belly deeper into her unsuspecting sex. The instinct to breed was strong and, just because she didn't think anything would come of this hot little romp didn't mean she wouldn't walk away with a slight squish between those fine haunches.

A few draining humps later and the dirty bird stuffed deep in her naked vent had done the deed, sending billions of tiny wiggling tails down into her receptive sex to find and impregnate the unsuspecting hen. Keeping it quite was key, no reason for her to use a post-contraceptive at all! He'd have little issue with that, plenty of time while the hung-over hen was recovering from her coital high to step off and discard the 'used' condom. A quick glance at that deliciously wet pussy would show no trace of cum.

Indeed, it was all locked away deep inside searching out the plentiful collection of unfertilized eggs to wedge into as too; that tender little vent just teeming with chicks ripe and ready to be claimed. She'd clean up, have breakfast with him and casually wave good bye without ever knowing his name or that his vicious little sperm were, at that very moment, wedging into the soft shells of her chicks. Their squirming tails would slip beneath the surface, slurping up into those defenseless ova with a satisfying finality to ensuring the young girl put another tick into the rising teen-pregnancy statistic.

She'd make a fine single mother.