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Citrine Star walked casually through the house of his employer, his long legs bringing his full hips and long tail to sway. The orange furred maned wolf ran his berry pink fingers over the walls, his nails lightly tracing while he hummed out a little lilting tune. He looked like someone had taken berry rainbow sorbet and brought it to life, with his peach chin and chest fluff, lemon yellow markings on his mane and tail, and the berry and cotton candy pinks that trailed up his arms, feet, and ears and gave him a natural eye shadow. He walked with a slight sashay, his frame svelte and feminine, as were many of his mannerisms.

It wasn't until his voice purred from his mouth that one would guess he was male, unless they noted the lack of breasts on his shapely chest. He was pretty sure the person who'd hired him had thought he was a she, but he didn't mind. It happened more often than one might think. He adjusted the green vest he wore and the satchel full of painters materials at his side, then nodded, stopping at the end of the hallway. "So, a mural leading to your bedroom? That's an interesting choice. Did something bring it to mind?"

The middle-aged owl nodded, stroking the white feathers that formed a beard. "Yes, I'm afraid I haven't been able to get over my late wife, Amelia... if I could see her each day, walking from my room, perhaps I would know she had found some peace and I could continue with her memory intact."

The effeminate maned wolf tapped his claws to his chin, thinking for a few moments. "Uh huh... Commemorating a loved one is a very good way to do these sorts of things, but... Well, a large mural inside? That's a slightly odd choice. Normally it's a portrait or a memorial where others can see it." He scanned the elderly owl, watching him carefully and catching a few glints out of the corners of his eye of pupils flashing his direction when he didn't seem to be looking. He nodded. "Well, I can still do it! Do you have a picture of her?"

"Ah, yes, in here..." The owl walked towards the bedroom, the very one at the end of the hall, before he pointed to the dresser. "It should be on top of there... You'll know her when you see her." Citrine walked over towards the dresser, letting his tail swing freely as he did, before he saw the picture in question. But... had his employer known it was face down on the dresser? It... spoke volumes.

"Mr. Bigby, your wife was quite the looker... Has she been gone long?" He turned, placing down the frame and heading towards the bed. He looked it over, but it was pristine, well taken care of... of course, if he was hiring painters, that was to be expected.

Mr. Bigby nodded, sighing wistfully. "Unfortunately she passed a few years ago. I haven't been able to get her out of my mind since then... I hope this mural will do the trick, finally bringing me back to my senses."

The colorful canine looked at the owl with a bright smile, offering him a card. "Here, it's a small token. Basically shows that I accept and will be over to work on it tomorrow. As much as I'd like to today, it was mostly seeing the canvas... can't do proper work without seeing the space." His eyes glinted softly, a blue spark seeming to twinkle in his ivy eyes.

The owl nodded, taking the card and looking it over. It had "Citrine Star, Weaver of Dreams, Artist" followed by contact information and the like. On the back, a beautifully illustrated dream catcher seemed to almost hang off of the card, coming alive as the paper was turned and wiggled to be looked at from every angle. The owl looked at it carefully, then placed it on his side table, smiling. "Thank you so much. When you return tomorrow I'll try to make sure I have payment and details ready."

"Thank you. Much appreciated, sir," the wolf said with a bright giggle. He saw the glint in the owl's eyes and the way he followed him all the way to the door... Oh, he knew what was going on, but he wasn't going to do anything drastic quite yet. As it was, he had a long evening to plan for.

Back at his house that evening, Citrine slowly wrapped the ceremonial bandages around his hand, focusing the energy from the crystals worn at his elbows and paw pads towards his center. In the corner of the room he had painted out a quick picture of Amelia, fitting the color scheme of the photo and bringing her to life on canvas. From there, a few carefully placed flowers circled the energy in the room, with natural vines stretching between crystal formations that caught the moonlight shimmering from the sunroof above. If one didn't know better, they might say it formed the shape of a dream catcher, much like the one on his card.

With a final tie he placed the wraps around his hand, then checked that everything was in place. "Alright, Mr. Bigby... Let's see why you can't get her out of your head..." Citrine looked at himself in the mirror, ensuring his jade pendant was in place and all of the wraps and gems were solidly part of his outfit. Apart from his arm and foot wraps, only a tight pair of shorts and the jade pendant were on his form, the rest free to bathe in the moonlight. He reached for the small potion flask, popping the cork and taking a swig to feel the magic rushing through him before he stood in the center of the circle and began to focus.

A tingle ran through him from his core as the potion swirled through his body, connecting his magical essence. It slowly reached up and down, through his legs, through his arms, to the tip of his mane and the tip of his tail... and then the glow. It was always a beautiful sight as the rainbow magic swirled from his tail and hair through the back of his hands and into his fingers. From there it reflected off the pendant, latching onto the point he focused on in mid air. He closed his eyes, his natural smile fading for concentration as the magic began to form a ring, seemingly of sticks, then strings that weaved and branched from side to side. When it matched the pattern on the card he'd given away earlier, he stopped, holding it as he reached out to the place that card resided.

It was a bit of a trick, getting that many different calling cards printed. Luckily, he'd made it a point to collect them afterwards to make sure he never got doubles. In this case, the one he was looking for was sitting in the mansion at Bigby's bedside table. It thrummed with resonant energy, faintly glowing in the matching strings on the card's pattern. In Citrine's mind the room came into focus in great detail. It had the bed, the dresser, the paintings and draperies, the decorations... and it had Mr. Bigby asleep in his pajamas, body motionless as he was fast asleep.

The painter tilted his head, making sure to get a good read of the room. There were a few things that had more attention paid to them... and despite the picture being placed down, it had the strongest emotional resonance of anything in the room. Curious, his ear flicked as he focused once more, letting the dream catcher do the work of filtering into the owl's dream.

It was always a weird sensation as the clouds slowly parted, the barrier between reality, magic, and the mind's eye swirling in patterns of octarine light. It was the sort of thing he'd tried to paint a few times, but it could never compare to the real deal. And arriving in someone's dream was always an abrupt moment. Even when they weren't having a wet dream about you.

Citrine blushed, fighting with his instincts to leave as he watched the naked Mr. Bigby bending him over the bed, yanking on his tail and plowing into his... pussy? "Ahn! Oh! So big~! Give me your pups, Charles~!" the girlish voice on the bed moaned out, making Citrine roll his eyes as he watched. Why did so many think him a girl? "I want all of it! Make me your new Amelia~!"

Charles growled dominantly, his hips slapping hard against the full, feminine hips of Citrine, though the boobs rocking on the front was a definite departure from reality. "You think you can match her? You'll never be up to her level..." He growled in frustration, his honestly huge (at least in the dream) package slapping wetly against 'Citrine's' pussy lips. "None of you girls are, but I'll keep trying until I get a child from you."

That caught the dream weaver's attention, and he moved around, watching the fucking couple, before a sly smile spread across his face. He tugged a few strings, opening his eyes in reality to look at the portrait he'd painted. The flowers sang in the moonlight, the colorful magic skipping off of them like dew and mixing with the painted canvas, swirling the woman's image towards him. He closed his eyes, watching the strings move, nudging the dream in another direction. Suddenly there was but one Citrine in the room watching Charles and Amelia do their thing.

The moans didn't change in tone, but the intensity spiked immediately. As much as Charles had been plowing 'him' just a few moments ago, he was insatiable on the female owl, their hips crashing together with every second. He caressed her plumage, looking into her eyes. "Oh Amelia... I can't wait to see our child." He caressed down her body, then around a swell in her stomach that his mind was filling the blanks on.

Amelia moaned deeply, arching her back and pressing her chest against his hand, her own feathered hands caressing her belly as well. "Mmmmm~! I can't wait to see the egg... To hold it in my arms." She looked into his eyes lovingly, then their beaks met, a deep and beautiful kiss shared between the two. "I can't wait for us to be a family."

Citrine felt the strings tugging, nightmares trying to force their way into the sight before him. He made sure they stayed away, his face contorting into a frown as he shielded Bigby in his little bubble of joy and bliss. But he did look at what was trying to invade: memories of a car crash, of a gravid woman clutching her stomach... Of a hospital and a graveside, a second smaller marker for an unknown lost too soon... Tears flowed from his eyes, feeling the emotions behind them, and he went back, doubling his efforts to lock away the nightmares from this moment of gentle love.

Bigby's hips rocked, his thick, tapered length pumping into the gravid bird whose coos of joy were getting louder and louder. Every trill, every moan, pulled the two closer together, their hearts reconnecting as one. Citrine watched, taking in the whole moment as Bigby came hard, seemingly harder than he had in ages, warm white life-giving essence rushing into the woman of his dreams, coating the eggshell of his unborn child.

As they cuddled, a groggy him half-awoke from the dream, pulling Citrine to his window of the real world. His eyes were on the overturned picture... a pang of guilt, of sadness, of longing... and then hints of a routine he'd be ignoring tonight for once in a long while. The dream continued, just two lovers connected as intimately as they could, caressing the new life growing in one of them... Citrine's heart panged with empathy for the man. Sure, he might be a bit lewd, but... only because his love was taken too soon.

Citrine felt the magic swirling between his fingers and plucked a string, weaving it onto a different thread. On the bed Amelia purred, kissing Charles gently. A tiny bit of the nightmare was allowed in... just enough to suggest reality. "Charles... How much do you love this moment? This intimacy we share?"

He sighed, feeling the sadness of knowing this wasn't real as he held her close. "Nobody compares to you, my love... I don't think anyone will."

Her hand rested on his, his length still buried within her, as she moved his hand to caress her belly in time with his throbs. "Do you miss me, or what could have been? The child you so desperately wanted to see?"

Fingers roamed across her tight belly, pressing in slightly, feeling the hard shell of the egg beneath, so close to being laid. "I would give up anything to have you... but if our child had made it, I would've cared for them as well as you. As it is, if I could've just seen them. If your egg had just survived... I wouldn't need a mural in your countenance or to keep trying to fill this feeling with contact from those others. I don't ever want them..." He kisses her softly, but passionately. "I'd have you. All I wanted was a memory of you..."

Citrine watched, an eyebrow raising. He then tugged another string, connecting it from the center to the edge of the dream catcher floating between his hands. In the dream, Amelia slowly stood, smiling down at her love. "Well, if that's the case... There is a way for this dream to come true. For you to see your child..." She then gestured to Citrine, who stood there in a green vest and bright purple shorts, with flowers woven into his mane and tail. He knew the outfit quite well and wanted it to be distinct. His dream self he sent to painting, looking as though he wasn't paying attention to the entire scene, as Amelia spoke his message to her love.

"Charles, if you do want this to be possible, look for this man. When you see him, precisely as he is now, offer him a Golden Gaytime." The older owl looked at his late wife with visible confusion, and she giggled while Citrine rolled his eyes. "It's a type of ice cream. I know you don't swing that way... but if you do as he says, you will see the child you so wish to see." She stood in front of him, caressing her belly with his hands, before she leaned down, kissing him gently. "And you will have that slice of me again."

Mr. Bigby looked at her, then her gravid belly, before he slowly nodded. "Golden Gaytime... I can remember that. I will... For you, my love."

She smiled. "Good. You'll see me soon, my love. And... not like that." She then slowly faded, along with Citrine as he slowly released his nudges on the dream. He watched Mr. Bigby's moments of confusion, then saw him continue on with his dream... If he truly wanted it, he'd remember. If not... no harm, no foul.

Citrine focused hard, placing a barrier around the dream catcher, ensuring the nightmares wouldn't come tonight... and ensuring that Charles remembered what was said. After that, he opened his eyes, his fingers closing around the astral dream catcher that floated in front of him, solidifying it. He looked at it with a grin and a few huffs of fatigue, the magic draining, but oh so rewarding... He then hung it on the sketch of Amelia in his room. "There... Now to see how badly the old bird wants it." He then grinned to himself, then walked to his closet, setting up his outfit for the next day and heading to sleep.

The next day Citrine Star returned to the Bigby mansion, dressed in a green vest and bright purple shorts with flowers woven into his mane and tail. He knocked, his painting supplies with him, and smiled brightly as the door opened, though his keen eyes saw the startled look on Charles's face. "Hello sir! I am here to work on the mural. How much of the wall would you like covered?"

Mr. Bigby rubbed the white feathers of his beard, as though contemplating something. The old barn owl then shrugged, shaking his head. "Well... I had the area marked out, if you are ready. And perhaps as you get tired or hungry, we could discuss other matters." He turned, seeming slightly flustered as he started up towards the hall, while Citrine followed with an amused grin on his muzzle. No longer was he getting those lecherous stares or looks, and Bigby clearly had something on his mind... It was just time to see how truly he wanted it.

In the hall, Citrine looked at the large space marked off, both sides lined with small tacks and string. He whistled, impressed. "This whole area? You must have really loved your wife. Been willing to give her anything." He bent down, his tail flicking side to side, before he pulled out his painting supplies. "Well, still must be, to put this there. All for a perfect memory of her."

He'd chosen his words on purpose, and the looks he was getting from Charles were more than worth it. Even if he just ended up confusing an old bird and painting a wall, he was ready to have some fun. Still, Mr. Bigby smiled curtly. "Yes... I would do anything to have her back..." He then turned towards the hall, hurrying away from his bedroom. "I will be back soon. I have a few matters to take care of."

Citrine gave a little wave, his pink fingers curling down his hand from pinkie to pointer, before he giggled and set up his painting gear. He was a bit of an eccentric, particularly with the way he did his thing. He took out a few of the flowers from his tail, placing them in the pierced holes in his ears, before dipping his tail into the paint, his brush swirling around the pallet he'd set in front of himself. In an instant he was on the case, swiping large swathes of the base coating down with his tail, then turning to do the same to the other wall while lining intricate details and ideas with his brush. He smiled and hummed as he worked, quickly filling the room with the smell of paint and flowers as he truly got to work.

Around lunch time he had finished his sketch layout on the bottom of the hall, and was now working on trying to do the top of it. It wasn't nearly as smooth going since he had to move the ladder quite often, but it was still rather fun, and he was lost in his work. Around this time Charles Bigby returned from wherever he was, a nervous expression on his face. "Um, Mr. Star? Your work is wonderful, but it appears time for a break. Could I... discuss matters with you in the bedroom?"

The maned wolf nodded brightly, hopping off the ladder and landing delicately. It was impressive how he didn't have a drop of paint on his clothes or on the floor, and with a flick of his tail, the paint seemed to swipe right off of him, leaving him clean and fluffy once more. He then moved into the office, his hips swaying and showing off his tail, while he once again kept an eye on Charles. However nervous the owl was being, he seemed determined, not thrown off his game at all by the playful antics of the maned wolf... Good. "So, Mr. Bigby, what was it you wanted to discuss?"

The owl froze for a moment, then nodded, closing the door behind him. "Well, I was wondering... I have a few options for lunch. My servants could make you just about anything, and for dessert... I was wondering if you would like... a..." He then mumbled the next words, a blush appearing on his face.

Citrine tilted his head cutely, flicking his ears. He knew what the words were, but he feigned ignorance, wanting to hear them. "I'm sorry, what was it you were offering?"

Charles frowned. "It's a type of ice cream... Famous in Australia. A.... goldengaytime." He spit it out quickly, trying to rush past it as much as possible. But that wouldn't do for the dream weaver.

He smiled playfully, leaning in and putting a hand to his ear. "I'm sorry, I couldn't say that. What was it you are offering to me?"

Charles looked flustered, then stomped his claw. "A Golden Gaytime! I would like to offer you a Golden Gaytime, okay? Do you accept?"

Citrine put a hand to his chest, gasping, then giggling. "Oh, Charles, so naughty..." He then lidded his eyes halfway. "But... I do. The question is, do you?" With that he snapped his fingers, the jade pendant slipping free of his shirt, glowing softly with a purple light. "What is it you desire, my friend? What dream can I make a reality?"

Charles had been flustered by the giggling and the flirting, but he froze at the glowing gem, things suddenly feeling much more real. He looked Citrine in the eyes, his beak opening and clicking closed a few times, before he shook his head. "I want my wife. I want the child I lost to that damnable accident... I want to see her one more time, and hold her close... I'll do anything for it."

"Anything, you say? That's a high demand. But if you're sure." Citrine's mane swirled above him, his tail whipping behind him in an invisible breeze. Bright rainbow energy extended between the two, crackling in the room. "Just say the words."

"I'm sure." He didn't hesitate, even seeing all of this. Perhaps he thought it still a dream... or perhaps he'd seen magic before. Either way, Citrine wasn't holding back. He snapped his fingers again, the crackling energy behind him forming the shape of the dream catcher, the one he'd woven last night. It circled around him, glowing bright pink, before it passed over his form. As it did, he slowly disappeared, replaced instead by Amelia.

It was a perfect representation of the wife from Charles's memory, her every curve, her every feather, her look, her smile. The middle-aged owl looked upon his late wife, tears brimming at his eyes. "Oh, Amelia... It's truly possible."

"Yes, it is. Though I don't have long. Citrine can only hold me here for so long." It was true. Citrine Star was in there... he was more giving his body to her form to use. He could feel all of it, down to the gravid weight of the egg inside her... It felt wonderful. But it would only last as long as the magic, and he was not an infinite source. He felt Charles's hands close around him, then Amelia's around her husband, and he drifted back to enjoy their reunion. "My love... You look so hurt."

Charles sighed, nuzzling into his wife's breast and caressing her stomach. "Time has not done me well since you left... there is nothing that could keep you off my mind."

"Not that you didn't try... But those women could never match me, right?" Amelia looked a little hurt, but she knew she had no right... she was dead. It was fair for him to move on.

He shook his head, looking her in the eyes with pure love. "Nothing could match you. They were distractions of a broken heart, nothing more..."

She then nodded, smiling gently. "Well then... Citrine is going to give you a chance to have a memory of me, but... you'll have to work for it. And we can lay together one last time."

His eyes looked sad, but welled with tears of joy. "One more sweet embrace... I would do anything for it. And to have a piece of you..." He began to strip. "I know you said your time is short. What would you have me do?"

"Get on the bed, love. As you're going to put that 'anything' to the test." Amelia watched her husband strip and get on the bed, while Citrine, once more, saw more owl ass than he'd cared to see. At least, initially, before he felt the love for that form pouring from Amelia... It was amazing what that emotion could do. Especially as he felt the pleasure centers moving down, throbbing between his legs, tapping against that gravid belly... Oh.. Interesting. And here I was worried you'd make me do it.

He said anything. I want my love to prove it. She slowly disrobed, her dress falling past her shoulders, her slender form growing heavy with the life inside of it.... and then it slipped past a new appendage, a knotted cock throbbing and drooling, the bright red length in stark contrast to the browns of her feathers. "Love... You want to see our child, right?"

Charles had watched with love all the way until the cock appeared, his jaw dropping. What had happened to his beautiful wife? At her words, though, he nodded. "Y-yes... Though, where did you get that, darling? I don't recall you being so... well endowed."

"The life needs a living host. I cannot bring our child into the world... so it must be you. Do you accept, my love?" She moved forward, her hips swaying, her form wreathed in an otherworldly magic. And yet, Citrine could feel the motions, every step coming natural to him as he flaunted his cock, looking on the one the spirit in him loved so much, his dick throbbing with excitement. He would make it work for her.

Charles gulped, whining a little. "I... Wanted to embrace you as you were, my dear... I didn't know that this would be altered."

Amelia walked to the bed, crawling over it, her gravid belly swelling under her, while she kissed up his legs like she used to. Every time he felt her beak, he shuddered, knowing each of these feelings. She kissed his balls, licking them softly, then up his tapered bird shaft, before leaving little kisses and nibbles all up his front and nipping the perfect spot on his neck. He shuddered and groaned, and during that she caught him in a kiss, caressing his cheek how she always had... clearly herself in so many ways.

She slowly pulled back, looking into his eyes. "If it were that simple, I would do it love. I have missed you myself. But since it's not... do you accept?" She moved down his body again, her hand gently caressing her cock, while her beak positioned between his legs, aiming for his ass.

The barn owl looked at the spirit of his dead wife, offering him so much... all he had to do was one thing. He shuddered at her touch, longing for more, and steeled his heart. He'd promised anything for her. "Y-yes. I accept."

C-could you, Citrine? I've never done this before.

And you assume I have? It's the colors, isn't it... but you're right, I actually have. You're a lucky little owl, you know that?

As is he. Now please, we can't wait, I don't know how long I have. The conversation in his head went quickly, and Citrine took control, his tongue pushing forward from a beak not his own, lapping against the pucker of the owl before him. Charles clenched tight, gasping in surprise, but Amelia's hands went to his legs, gently caressing them. "Relax, dear. This is much easier if you relax." The tongue pushed forward again, licking at the bird's pucker, and this time he tried a lot harder not to clench, slowly easing into the licks.

For her part, Amelia purred and moaned, this whole situation so naughty to her, while Citrine growled lustily, lapping at the pucker before him. He could feel her love for the man strongly, and even though he'd been disgusted to see that man imagining him... Revenge was going to be sweet. Slowly even Charles began to enjoy it, slowly relaxing and letting his wife's tongue slide into his pucker, lapping at the tight ring and the muscles within. He groaned, then gasped. "This feels so weird, love... Is this how it was for you?"

She laughed. "Not quite... but I'll make sure you enjoy." Slowly she worked her way up his body, until she was looking deep into his eyes, while the tip of her cock rested at his pucker. Immediately he clenched, and she kissed him softly, then looked at him sternly. "If you don't stay loose, you'll only hurt yourself. And all of this will be for nothing."

Charles groaned, trying to relax. "I know, I know, I just... This isn't exactly... I'm not..."

She looked him in the eyes and caressed his cheek. "And you still aren't, love. I'm your wife, am I not?"

He sighed, then nodded, caressing her back. "You're right... For you, my love."

Citrine shuddered at the feeling of the hand around his back, his cock throbbing at the bird's entrance. He wanted to spear forward, but he knew better... that would only lead to pain. But he also knew Amelia didn't know how to control it... she'd given control to him, and he was going to use it. He pressed forward slowly, the tapered tip sloooooowly widening that tight pucker, teasing at the opening. Charles hissed, but held firm, not clenching or pushing out. "There's my darling... Easy now." Amelia cooed encouragement as her heart thrilled at these new sensations running through her. Never in all my afterlife would I have thought this was possible.

You're a very lucky bird. The things I do for good people... Citrine chuckled to himself, pressing in so the full head of his cock was in, then stopping, letting Charles adjust. The bird was hissing and groaning, but it wasn't all discomfort... his cock was throbbing as well. "Enjoying it a little, my dear?"

"I know you'll do your best for me... I'll try anything with you." He smiled weakly, a little nervous, though it quickly turned into a moan as another push forward spread him slightly wider, the spit-slicked opening stretching around the next few inches of that slooooooowly widening cock. The canine cock pushed apart his inner walls, opening up the barn owl for the love, and the life, he was going to receive.

Citrine paused again for the older male to catch his breath, all three souls involved panting and moaning together. It felt wonderful, the tight warmth clutching him... and a virgin here, no less, but the better sensation was the feelings Amelia was sending him. Love, lust, need... She ached to be filled, and this filling had her in such an odd spot, but she loved it. She urged him forward, but he wasn't going to push it... He knew how painful that could be. "Are you ready, dear?" he asked, looking Charles in the eyes.

A gentle nod, then hands moving to his cheeks, trying to spread them wider. "I'm ready, love. Get that all in me." Citrine's eyes went wide, the surprise letting Amelia push forward, the last few inches of cock sinking in deep, filling up Charles to the brim. They could feel each other's heartbeats, the intimate connection beyond anything they could've imagined. Charles gave a wordless gasp of pleasure, while Amelia groaned loudly. Citrine held his tongue, savoring the feeling of the tight tunnel clutching and naturally pushing, and yet... he could feel the muscles pulling, wanting it. It seemed Charles really was ready.

Slowly Citrine pulled out, letting the virgin tunnel reset and empty, the barn owl catching his breath, before he pushed back in, claiming all of the space he'd just vacated. Charles moaned before he was cut off by Amelia's kiss, the wife pressing her body against her love. His cock rubbed against her gravid belly, the tool that created that life throbbing uselessly in the air as he was speared by the carrier of it. He shuddered, pre leaking from his tip, while she ground her hips against his in small circles, loving the feeling of taking her husband.

The two souls in one worked in concert, both minds knowing the end goal. Thrusting slowly sped up, the tunnel quickly growing slick from Citrine's pre leaking and lubing it up, magical sparks ensuring the life essence would have somewhere to go. All the while Charles moaned from the tingling deep inside him, and the huge cock spreading him wide, making him feel so full, so wonderful... "If you could've done this before... I might've tried it," he admitted, groaning as his body rocked from the thrusts.

Amelia was shuddering and moaning, kissing her husband's neck and holding him close, much like she had when she was the one on the bottom. But instead of her clutching to him, he was holding onto her for dear life, taking every inch of her length. "I would've given it gladly. Though feeling your length was divine. Being so full..."

"Feeling the warmth of lust and love pooling in you," Charles continued, now knowing the feeling.

"Shuddering helplessly beneath your love as they fill you with pleasure, hit all your deepest spots, and succeed your deepest desires," Citrine chimed in, knowing how it felt to be on the bottom oh so well.

"It's something everyone should experience. I wish I could've given it to you before," Amelia began.

"But you're getting it now, for such a wonderful reason, my dear," Citrine ended, not letting Amelia's mind wander from the pleasure. He grabbed Charles by the shoulders, his whole body hunching into the thrusts, pushing as the knot started to tease that rear entrance, more and more of that leaking, sparking, fizzing jizz getting the barn owl ready for his wife's seed.

"I love you Amelia! I always will!" Charles groaned, clutching down Amelia's back and grabbing her ass, pulling her closer and deeper. "Fill me up! Give me our child!"

"I will, love! I entrust them to you!" She moaned, feeling the knot grinding against his pucker It spread him wide, then made them both gasp as it audibly popped into place, making him more full than he'd ever been, and her squeezed more tightly than she could've imagined.

Citrine let her keep thrusting into his ass, the tiny knotted thrusts bringing him to the brink of pleasure, but he had work to do. He guided the magic his cum had been forming, preparing it with his mind, before he let go.All yours.

"I love you Charles, to the end of time!"

"And I love you AmeliaaaaaAAAAAAH~!" The three cried out in unison as their bodies slammed together one last time. Cum fired from Charles's cock, spraying across his chest and his face, coating him in pearls of white, while Citrine's cum flooded into his body, pushing out against the weak spot his magic had created. It bloated him slightly, making him look gravid, like he was carrying an egg... while Amelia's orgasm rocked her soul.

Her whole body clenched, then shuddered, the essence of the life that had been growing inside her pushing free not in a birth, but an orgasm, rocketing from her belly, which slowly flattened out, to plant itself in her husband. He looked swollen from the cum, but he wasn't near his due date... their egg would have to grow once more, brought into the real world again.

Amelia and her husband cuddled, locked together like they never had been, but cooing and caressing each other with a longing that had been years in the making, ever since her untimely death. She caressed his stomach, bloated full, though soft from the cum inside, and he did too, tears of joy mixing with the pain of his first fuck as the gravity of the situation truly sank in. But, like all things, eventually the magic had to end, and Amelia faded away. She whispered her goodbyes, her lips locking with his for a final kiss until they met again in the beyond...

And then Charles found himself knotted to Citrine, his beak locked with that pastel muzzle, tongues dancing in a loving embrace. The older owl's eyes went wide and he broke the kiss, groaning and looking away. "What did you do to me? That... this... this all happened, right? It wasn't some big illusion?"

Citrine giggled at the reaction, wiping his own muzzle now that Amelia's love wasn't tainting his perceptions. He wasn't exactly thrilled to be tied here either. "Yes, Mr. Bigby... That all happened. Though, you'll know soon enough. I don't think I'm likely to finish the mural before the results are obvious. So if I AM taking advantage of you right now... the mural can be free, on me."

Charles rubbed his belly, looking at it with amazement. "If this is real... The price for the mural isn't nearly enough..."

Citrine laughed. "Well, lunch would be a good place to start adding onto it... also, you don't HAVE a Golden Gaytime, do you?" He saw the flat look and giggled. "Didn't think so. Well, let me just-"

There was a knock at the door. "Mr. Bigby, sir, is everything alright? I heard a commotion?" The butler was there, checking in on his master.

Charles then looked at his compromising position and turned beet red. "Y-yes! I'm fine. Go get meals from the kitchen, would you? I'll be taking my lunch here, as will Mr. Star."

"Yes sir," the butler's footsteps could be heard leaving, making Citrine giggle and Charles groan.

"As wonderful as that was, Mr. Star... let's never speak of this again, okay?"

Citrine nodded. "One time deal. Besides, what kind of homewrecker would I be if I slept with an expecting father?"

As flatly as that joke landed, it did a lot to soothe tensions, and eventually Citrine was able to pull free with a splash of cum that covered the floor. He offered to clean it, but Charles looked distracted as his belly flattened, almost... disappointed. Citrine just waved his hand, the same trick that cleaned his tail getting rid of the mess, and both men managed to be clothed by the time the butler returned with food.

The work on the mural was, indeed, a slow process. It took a few weeks to get her essence properly captured... her love, his love, their union, but Citrine had experienced it all. Well, almost all of it. As he put the finishing touches on it, Charles Bigby went into labor. It was a long and painful few hours, with confused butlers and maids scrambling to make things work. But when Charles refused a midwife, Citrine offered his services to make sure everything would go as smoothly as possible, and a few hours later the owl was holding the egg he'd been carrying... and his wife had been carrying, tears rolling down his eyes.

He couldn't thank Citrine enough, especially as he left the room after and saw the whole, completed mural, his wife captured in living detail and more beautifully than he'd ever dreamed. At that, Citrine simply took his pay, and his card, and went on his way. Charles did his best to keep in touch with the elusive maned wolf, especially when his daughter hatched. Amethyst, named after his wife and the jewel of a person who'd made their dream come true.