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The nesting room was quiet, the dormitories mostly empty as the cadets normally bustling around either having headed off to classes or staying in bed, enjoying the rare chance to sleep in. The two Kaythan males in the nest were among the lucky latter category, a relief they celebrated the night before by staying up into the small hours of the night, listening to music, playing VR and tablet games and taking delight in teasing the academy's admin AI. Finally, well after they normally would have crashed or split back to their assigned rooms, the pair had dozed off. Normally, the double quarters assigned to Vira and Ceras wouldn't have been conducive for a visitor sleeping over, but with the hen out for a couple days on some sort of errand, it worked well enough. Sometime during the night, guided by some remnant of the chemical scent of the missing hen, Ceras and Lekor had ended up unconsciously spooning, snuggled up in the nest with Lekor's back against the darker feathered chest of the larger Kaythan.

Coming very slightly out of dreamland, Ceras lazily rubbed his hand into the fiery plumage on the belly of the feathery form snuggled against him, not awake enough to process the identity of his current nestmate, and not conscious enough to care. For his part, Lekor was no more disposed towards waking up than his friend, and the pleasant sensation of a belly rub in the morning was more than welcome any day. Not nearly cogent enough to talk, the lightly colored Kaythan made an appreciative mumble, pressing back encouragingly into the warm feathers of the body behind him, the combination of sensations drawing him further from sleep, if not quite all the way to wakefulness. The rubbing hand dipped low enough to bump into the lighter Kaythan's sheath, but the motion wasn't intentional and not quite arousing, though Lekor's mind took note of the contact in the way only a young, prime Kaythan male could.

Lekor's light press backward against him, coupled with the sleep muddled, latent pheromone scent left by the studly gryphon's usual roommate was enough to trigger the breeder's instincts, Ceras pressing against Lekor in return, almost a half-hearted grind that didn't quite materialize all the way. Still, the pleasant contact was enough to wake the larger kaythan to the fact that the warm, feathery body in front of him had spoken.

"Mmm... You say something?" Ceras asked groggily, not even attempting to open his eyes or wake up further, his wing muscles stretching very slightly, ruffling a little as he climbed towards wakefulness.

"That feels good." Lekor managed, the words slurred slightly with his own mire of dreamland. The young Kaythan might have dissembled on a normal morning, his vague awareness cluing him into the fact that he wasn't in his own nest, but this morning, he was too sleepy and comfortable for that. Still, the grind against his back, and the faint, chemical scent coming from the material of the nest were enough to stir something primal, and a familiar, unconscious excitement stirred in him, despite the two stimuli not quite fitting together. Not that that fact made a difference to his libido, his sheath thickening slightly at the vaguely teasing sensations.

"Hmm?" Ceras asked, sleepily grinding a little more before his brain kicked into gear enough to realize what Lekor said, followed quickly on the heels of realizing where his hand had been. The room smelled oddly, indefinably wonderful, the breeder's robust libido sending pleasant instructions to his body. The larger Kaythan's hand moved low again, this time more deliberately touching Lekor's sheath while his hips moved less of their own accord, repeating the grind. "This?"

"Yeah..." The realization of who was grinding against him brought Lekor's mind the rest of the way to functioning, but not in the way he would have expected. Instead of the unexpected teasing surprising him, all that came to mind was the sticky result of that foolish, late night bet some weeks ago that had ended with him spending the night covered in Ceras' seed like a marked hen. "That." Even as he confirmed it, the slight Kaythan ground back with his own hips, letting out a slight huff of breath as his equipment showed its approval of the activity and the oddly pleasing memory by peeking from its sheath by an inch.

Huffing in reply to the motion, the response far from a concession or retreat, Ceras' hips punctuated the breath with a more purposeful grind as Lekor's motion pulled him the rest of the way out of unconsciousness. Tickling at what little of his friend's shaft was exposed from its protective sheath, the young breeder purred in the light feathered ear, a very audible grin forming on his beak at the clearly receptive response to his instinctual motions. Pressing tightly against Lekor's rump, the brown feathered Kaythan's sheath engorging as well. "Just to be certain, this?"

"Hah..." Lekor said, his own beak forming a slightly embarrassed grin at the question, and the flare of further arousal provoked by his friend's antics. Grinding back once more, then reversing the direction of the movement to press into the touch of the breeder's hand, Lekor nodded his agreement. "Yes. That, feels really good." Hesitating for a moment, the smaller Kaythan reached back and touched Ceras's sheath, exploring it with his fingertips, coaxing more of the hefty shaft from its hiding place.

"Hhh..." Ceras breathed, inhaling sharply as Lekor's fingers trailed the fluff of his intimate pocket. Reaching lower, the breeder's finger claw snagging momentarily but harmlessly, against the bit of skin connecting Lekor's sheath and scrotum before touching one of his jewels. "How about this?"

"Uh-huh, t-that too." Lekor managed, his breath hitching at the unexpected change, but he let his fingers trail down the hefty arousal beneath their touch, then gently over his friend's impressive scrotum in return, cupping his jewels in his palm. "How about this?" Echoing Ceras' question, the slight Kaythan rubbed the breeder's orbs with a thumb, gently rubbing the other side with the fingers of his hand so they were caught between the motions.

"Uh...maybe..." Ceras growled as one of his orbs filled out Lekor's palm, his hips bucking in appreciation. That was a rather sensitive button to push, and his sheath swelled even further, his shaft making itself very well known against Lekor's backside. Unwilling to be outdone, the breeder's hand got a bit more aggressive, gently cupping and punching each of Lekor's balls with his fingers. "I'd almost call it cheating."

"W-well, I can't... ah..." Lekor stuttered, his own hips bucking at the combination of sensations, his shaft stiffening to full mast. "Ah... argue." Letting go of Ceras' jewels for a moment, the slight Kaythan traced his fingers back up, tickling the length of the breeder's shaft, admiring the impressive size again.

"Should we risk making another bet?" Ceras asked with a chuckle as Lekor felt up his shaft, moving his hand up the other male's shaft as well to give its tip a good rub. Bringing his hand back down to rest on the site of the knot not yet inflated. Fair was fair, after all, the breeder grinding more purposefully against Lekor's hand.

"Huff..." Lekor managed, a shiver running through him at his friend's touch on his shaft. He knew he wasn't going to last long at that rate, from the way his heart was racing. The last bet had ended with a pleasurable mess, but... "What did you have in mind?" Letting his hand rub gently down the hefty shaft of the breeder and then further down, very lightly touching his friend's balls once more, making the larger Kaythan growl lustfully.

"Whomever cums first... loses...?" Ceras suggested, the light touch on his sack apparently enough to provide ample stimulation in light of the current situation. His heart was pounding almost audibly in his ears, the rising scents seemingly compounded in the space of his room.

"And what does the other win?" Lekor asked, taking his cue from Ceras' reaction to his touch. Slowly starting to rub his fingers and thumb in a circle, a thought of payback for the first bet making his grin broaden. "How about the loser has to get marked by the winner?"

"You drive a hard bargain, but..." Ceras replied, huffing and puffing into the fluff on the back of Lekor's head, letting out an odd short growl. "Deal!" The high state of arousal made it nigh impossible for him not to grind against his friend's rump as Lekor played with his orbs. Ceras' hand chose to play with the boundary of Lekor's shaft and sheath, hoping to find a better button to push than what his friend had found for him. "But assuming I...huh...don't win... your back might be mine anyway..."

"Maybe..." Lekor's words almost caught in his throat at the change in tactics, but, concentrating on what he was doing, he slowly began to pick up the pace of his rubbing fingers. "Maybe not." Putting the sensations racing through his nethers out of his mind was a struggle that he only partially succeeded at, but listening to the pace of Ceras' huffing breaths, he altered his pace a little at a time, playing his fingers in a gentle massage of his orbs.

Ceras began to grunt, somewhat in partial frustration, his teasing on the edge of Lekor's sheath started to become more of a ragged, disorganized fondling in the wake of the smaller Kaythan's teasing. Lekor felt his friend's shaft flex, its girth momentarily surging along with a tiny wet spot as he spurted a rope of pre. The light-colored male felt his friend's balls start contracting in preparation too and he huffed, a grin of mischief spreading across his beak. That was exactly what he had been waiting for. Continuing to massage the breeder's hefty orbs for a few moments longer, he got ready to play his little trick.

"That close already?" He teased as his friend grunted, his peak clearly coming quick. Then, just at the right moment, just as his climax came, Lekor let go of Ceras' balls and reached upward, circling his thumb around the breeder's knot and pressing his fingers against the base of his shaft, squeezing just before the first twitching buck of climax.

"Hhhh-hey..." Ceras growled loudly into Lekor's ear, the sound fairly dominant as his instincts took hold for a moment, bucking himself against his friend's rump as if it was well within the depths of a hen. The throb that started to make its way through his drakehood nearly caught Lekor off guard as his clenching nuts tried their best to unleash their burden, spurting a rope of pre from its tip.

"Gotcha this time." Lekor declared triumphantly, holding his grip firmly. The slight Kaythan could feel the pressure and pulse against his fingers. The squeeze was only barely enough to hold back the hefty tide of the breeder, but the rope of pre was all that stained his feathers this time.

"Fffffuuuuck..." Ceras' hips kept bucking, trying to vie for purchase into the womb that wasn't there. His feathers stood on end a little as endorphins started to run their course, though he let off a couple more choice swears that no other language should ever hear despite the feel-good sensations running through him. "Mmmrr...cheating buzzard..." The hand that was on his friend's junk had since moved to Lekor's hip as he held and ground out a mess that never came. In response, Lekor teased his breeder friend with a few more grinding presses of his hips against him, grinning smugly over his shoulder.

"'All's fair' as the saying goes." He could feel the climax dying down, the jerking and pulsing slowing behind his fingers, but he didn't let go, not yet. There was something pleasing about the frustration that he could feel in the hefty equipment in his hand, but he could also feel his own twitching in anticipation. It had been close. Oddly, the fact that his friend's next climax was going to be truly huge because of what he had done was exciting in its own way. It would be interesting to see just how much a backed-up breeder could produce. "Can't tell me that it didn't feel good."

"...It did...bastard." Ceras replied, huffing reluctantly, his heart still racing in his ear, his hand on Lekor's hip clutching a little hard as he tried to give one or two last futile grinds before finally giving in. "How do you want me?"

"Just how you are." Turning over so he was facing the breeder, Lekor let go of his friend's equipment and pressed close instead, grinding his hips against Ceras's so his shaft rubbed into the feathers of the breeder's belly. "I've owed you since that first time."

"H-hey, I won that bet fair and square!" Ceras protested, a bit of blush leaching through his facial feathers in the gentle light of the room as Lekor's shaft ground against the soft down of his abdomen, only part of it from his recent denied release.

"You did." Lekor's confirmation was punctuated by a huff and a lingering press of his hips, his own down grinding teasingly against Ceras' shaft while he rubbed against him. The blush only accentuated the feelings he had managed to put out of his mind before. "D-doesn't mean I don't want to return the...hah...favor." Lekor was already close, the earlier easing having gotten him most of the way already, an answering blush peaking through his own pale feathers as his breath started to quicken. Ceras huffed from the mutual stimulation a moment later; despite losing, it was all still incredibly arousing, his nares picking up the constantly mixing scents of their arousal.

"G-glad to know it wasn't that bad of a losssss." Ceras' voice hissed a little as his penis sent small contrarily pleasurable complaints about being overstimulated after climax. His eyes closing, he pulled Lekor close, resting his beak under his friend's head, against the shoulder the slight male was lying on. His left hand traveled down the fire colored front of his friend to his sack, starting to grope slowly. "Go on, show a breeder what you can do..."

"Fuuucck..." Lekor exhaled, the added stimulation to his balls almost too much, his breath catching and he tensed, holding back as long as he could manage, if for no other reason than personal pride. The curse was almost a hiss, his penis bucking on its own as he picked up the pace of his grinding for a few presses, but that was all he could manage. Grunting, he pressed close against his friend, his shaft pulsing and jerking as he came, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as his climax spread against Ceras' belly and chest.

"Rrrr..." Ceras growled into Lekor's ear, clenching Lekor's balls as he felt them twitch in his hand, two of his digits curling on the front, the other two behind. His other hand moved to Lekor's rump, holding and groping a cheek for leverage. If Lekor was giving him payback for the previous bet, it was going to be done right. Feeling the down of his belly being matted with the thick, warm fluid of his friend's climax, he felt the urge to tease and egg his friend on, a sort of devious desire brought on by his loss. "Good boy. Let it all out."

"You..." Lekor panted, his chest heaving with the climax that was far more intense than usual. The extra stimulation was keeping it going, more pulses making a mess between them, matting even more feathers as it spread. "You are evil, Ceras." The intensity made him clutch his friend tight, shivering as the climax finally started to die down. Trying to catch his breath, Lekor finally let himself pull back, his blush burning hotter at the results of the teasing.

"Me, evil?" Ceras chuckled, the tone almost passive as if trying to play off the fact that he was marked quite thoroughly. Though, the blush on his cere told all to well what he really thought of it. "I prefer...virile. Pro-breed if you will. No bias, of course." His shaft twitched in excitement and he took a moment to survey the damage to his plumage. "Innim's grace..." Lekor pulled back more so they were laying a few inches apart, examining his handiwork as well.

"Heh...feels good to win." But, even as he said it, he couldn't help but acknowledge in his head that he only won by not playing exactly fair. Still a win was a win. The memory of being covered in Ceras' seed the first time played through his head, along with a little satisfaction from having repaid the favor. But, still, a twinge of guilt floated into his head that his friend didn't get off, at least, not the way that Ceras enjoyed so much. Lekor had always liked pleasing others best and it felt wrong to do the opposite, bet or no bet...

"Yeah, well, my balls feel like they were cheated." Ceras commented, scowling for a moment, but it was tough to stay mad at his friend. Huffing again, drawing a hand through the fluff of his marked chest. Lekor's scent was strong from his semen, and Ceras' breederhood was wet with his own lubrication. "Good job though."

"Thanks." Coming from a breeder, that comment actually meant a lot. Then, Lekor realized that his shaft wasn't calming down like it normally did after a release, the side effect of the breeder pheromones stirring even his recently sated arousal. Reaching out and tracing one finger along the outside of Ceras' shaft, the slight Kaythan mused on what the breeder said. "Cheated huh? Alright, I'm fair minded. What would you judge is a fair penalty for cheating?"

"hhh...Y'know, I have been craving a beak down there..." Ceras began, his breath catching when Lekor's finger touched one of his ridges. "Think you can take it?"

"I'm sure I can." Lekor replied, tracing a finger back up, catching some of Ceras' pre on his finger and licking it off. The taste was exciting on its own, and he grinned teasingly as he continued. "If you are sure that is what you want."

"I feel like anything else is going to leave a mess I can't clean easily!" Ceras growled with pent up lust, his friend's touches making his shaft twitch at every point of contact. "And if you say you can take it, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't make you prove it?"

"Heh...fair." Lekor said, letting go of his friend's shaft and pulling back. Sitting up, the slight Kaythan indicated a spot on the edge of the nest. "Have a seat."

Shaking with pent up arousal, Ceras followed his friend's direction, sitting on the edge of the nest, his heavy balls flopping densely over the edge, indicating what his friend was in store for. Taking a breath to prepare, Lekor came forward, leaning in and bringing his beak close to his friend's shaft, inhaling the chemical aroma of aroused breeder, feeling his own equipment leap to attention in reply. Reaching out with both hands, the light feathered kaythan gently cupped the heavy balls, licking up the length of his shaft from the base.

"Mmmm..." Lekor hummed, taking his time with the press of his tongue, spending a little extra time on the tip, coaxing another drop of pre from it. His actions were almost immediately rewarded, the breeder's orbs, definitely feeling heavier than before, seeming to shift and churn slightly in his hands as the breeder's cremaster muscles tried to adjust to best carry the weight even with the extra help Lekor's hands provided. The stimulation of every ridge his tongue slid over teased the glands of his friend's reproductive system, making him start to dribble from his tip.

"Eep...!" Ceras chirped as Lekor started playing with his tip, his shaft dripping pre like a river. Lekor caught the river with a swirl of his tongue, then lowered his beak, sliding the shaft into his maw and gently beginning to suck. Swallowing the pre as the tip reached the back of his throat, his hands gently squeezed the hefty jewels dangling beneath. Lekor bobbed his head back up, humming softly in satisfaction, almost a purr at his friend's reaction. Shivering heavily, Ceras' feathers fluffed out broadly with the stimulation, giving evidence of the nickname 'Ruffles', that some of hens he had been with referred to him by. Being so turned on already, he let out a rolling moan, his hands landing softly atop Lekor's head in encouragement. Another gentle squeeze of his balls forced him to flex, his shaft going deeper into his friend's beak, his tip spurting pre right against the back of his throat.

Barely resisting the urge to cough from the sudden press against his throat, Lekor backed off slowly, letting the shaft slip fully from his beak. Playing his tongue back down the ridges once more, he ducked his head lower, nuzzling against the base of Ceras' shaft. Flicking his tongue out again, the lighter colored Kaythan let his tongue play out against the heavy scrotum, swirling it against one heavy ball and then the other, making Ceras shiver again. Knowing how much his friend seemed to like having them teased, Lekor opened his beak wider, moving his head closer. Moving with great care, he gently engulfed one of the hefty orbs with his maw, sucking on the heavy ball while his fingers gently massaged the other. A loud, moaning growl filled his ears at the action, and Ceras twitched.

Never had he ever had one of his jewels engulfed like that and it showed, Ceras' body gladly acknowledging his friend's efforts so far. His penis jerked again, starting a series of small consistent twitches, a constant stream of heavily scented pre running down his shaft and onto his friend's face. For his part, Lekor could feel his libido stirring even higher, the heavy, masculine scent of a breeder in full form taking the last edge off his refractory period. Ceras' hands landed on his friend's head and slowly squeezed and relaxed in rhythm to the twitches of his member.

"Lekooorrrrrrrr..." The titular kaythan's member was twitching in acknowledgement of Ceras' pleasure and he gently released the orb he was sucking on. Taking a few moments to lap up the river of flavorful pre running down the length in front of him, he took another deep breath filled with pheromones and then dipped back down, switching sides, engulfing the other orb and applying the same pressure, this time pulling his head back ever so slightly, increasing the pressure just a little. A soft, involuntary moan came from his throat at the heady scents that filled every breath. He was half tempted to return to teasing his friend's shaft, and half being content to continue his massaging and sucking of the other male's balls. Ceras enjoyed the unusual treatment for a little while longer, but his breeder's instincts, already difficult to contain, were becoming overwhelming again.

"Rrrf, ok!" He grunted, gently pulling Lekor's head away from his scrotum and guiding it back up to his member, the fleshy monster seeming to stare the slighter kaythan down with its length, pulsing and dripping steadily. "If y-you don't mind keeping your hands on those...?"

Chuckling softly, Lekor obliged, catching each hefty ball with a palm, cleaning up the pre with his tongue before sliding his beak back down the shaft, swirling his tongue back and forth over every ridge on the way down, his fingers gripping and massaging while he worked it. Ceras' hands starting guiding him more insistently, the motions along his length stirring his body to do what it had evolved to do. The urge to 'breed' was proving overpowering. Then, after a few more bobs along his length, he suddenly grabbed Lekor's head, surging up and flipping their position, his bulk pinning his friend against the nest, his hips essentially mounting the other Kaythan's face. Then, his hips began thrusting under their own power, somewhat more gently than usual, but they were still full-length quests down Lekor's oral cavity.

Grunting in surprise at the sudden change, Lekor paused in his motions to adjust. Then, no less horny than his friend, he started pushing off the edge of the nest, moving to meet Ceras' breeding thrusts, sucking intensely all the while. He was barely able to remember to keep his throat relaxed, his tongue still swirling as much as it could against the hefty shaft hammering his mouth. Then, Lekor felt the odd, rubbery prickling sensation on the sensitive flesh of his palate and throat, instantly recognizing it for what it was. All male Kaythan have a circlet of breeding spines on their shaft, and Ceras' impressive set were erecting as they came closer to accomplishing their purpose. Despite the danger imposed by a beak, the breeder thrust with near expert precision, his horny growling letting the world know how much his instincts were enjoying it. Of course, his forming knot would have told his current partner that, if he had asked nicely.

Lekor knew what both changes in shape indicated, and though he felt some apprehension there was little he could do about in that position. Not that he wanted to, in truth. The thought of what was coming was arousing all on its own, the unusual excitement of breeding spines in his throat pushing his arousal even higher. His own penis was twitching and flexing in its own time, dripping with pre and he reached out once more with both hands. One hand found purchase on Ceras' balls, continuing to tease the heavy orbs, and the other caressed the lobes of his forming knot, gently squeezing here and there, coaxing the breeder in his throat that last little bit.

Cawing loudly, Ceras rammed his hips against Lekor's beak, attempting fruitlessly to tie his knot before his tip exploded with the hot, thick, sticky fluid that is the essence and hallmark of a breeder. His orbs jumped violently in Lekor's hand as they sent their ludicrous payload up into his shaft for ejection in the bucket's worth of semen it was forcing down his gullet.

Wincing at the sudden increase of the amount of breeder shaft in his throat, Lekor braced himself as his friend's balls leapt upward. The first spurt of liquid heat flooding straight down into his stomach made him shiver and he couldn't help but let out a muffled moan as Ceras' penis throbbed. He could feel his stomach filling up rapidly like he was drinking from a fire hose, already feeling full. Still, his friend's shaft was still poised in his gullet, pulsing rapidly. He could feel his own knot swelling from the increasingly intense combination of heat pouring into his gut, the scent of horny breeder nethers in his nostrils and the sound of a thoroughly pleasured friend in his ears. Swallowing over and over as fast as he could as Ceras showed no signs of even slowing down, making his throat undulate around the shaft, Lekor could swear he could feel his stomach starting to swell with the volume of the orgasm.

Ceras kept unloading even as his loud call died down to a series of huffs in time with each ecstatic throb of his malehood. His hands gripped and massaged the back of the head between his thighs, his body trying to find additional outlets for the pleasurable energy flowing through his nerves as his production outpaced Lekor's throat. His friend's swallowing occasionally coaxed a moan out of him, and his eyes closed, his cere turning bright red as he went into the full breeder trance that did its best to impregnate the hen he was seeding.

"Glurph..." Lekor managed, the muffled exclamation of surprise accompanying the strange sensation of his own belly feathers brushing against his shaft. Letting go of Ceras' knot, he reached down, fumbling blindly at his waist. There was no denying it, his belly was actually swelling with every pulse, pressing against the topside of his member. A shudder running through him from the unusually lewd realization, he could feel his own climax building despite not having been directly stimulated. He couldn't believe how exciting the idea was, his heartbeat pounding loud in his ears, a hard counterpoint to the climax pulsing its way down his throat. Lekor's eyes rolled back a moment later as he got close, his shaft twitching and bucking at the mental image of what was happening to him, his lungs starting to cry out for oxygen. Pushing against his friend's hips with both hands, he started backing up off his friend's member, the sharp taste of Ceras' seed hitting his tongue as the breeder began to slip from his mouth, a breath finally filling his lungs.

Ceras' eyes snapped open, going wide at the sound of his friend's surprise, realizing suddenly that he was not, in fact, balls deep in a hen. Pulling his hips back quickly, he was encouraged when Lekor sucked in a breath, though his shaft was still happily spurting, gleefully supplying the rest of its massive double load, blasting Lekor in the face before spraying down his neck and chest, practically painting the slighter male's fiery plumage white. Looking down, and seeing how drenched his friend was, he heard the other male cough a couple times, literally dripping.

"Are you ok?" Ceras asked, surprised as he saw Lekor's penis start pulsing rhythmically against his strangely swollen gut, adding his own seed to the mess covering him. The other Kaythan gasped a few times, his chest heaving through his climax, before he slumped back, shuddering.

"Hah...Hah...I'm good, I think." Lekor managed, blinking through the sticky strings covering of his face. Both hands gently cupped and shifted his belly, looking down, his eyes going wide as he saw the result of sucking his friend off. "How the hell do you cum so much? I look like a hen carrying a clutch."

"Heh. You felt how heavy these are, right?" Ceras replied, relieved, swaying his balls in front of the other male's face. "Plus, I'm pretty sure part of this is the result of you cheating." Taking in the mixed sexual aromas of their joint climaxes, the breeder shivered a little, then grabbed his friend by his arms, pulling him up onto his feet, holding their cum-matted fronts against each other. "Guess I made you my hen again, anyway!"

"You did." Lekor sighed resignedly, though he could feel a grin coming to his beak anyway. "You even made me look bred this time." Then, his smile eased into one more genuine than teasing. Wrapping his arms around Ceras in a hug, his swollen stomach gurgling as it pressed against him, their matted feathers mingling. "I'm not going to deny it. This was a lot of fun."

"Agreed!" Ceras huffed, his mind polling his body to see if he had anything left after the massive cum shot as he returned the hug. When his body gave a noncommittal answer, he mentally shrugged. "Though you are still a cheater."

"Well, anytime you want me to cheat again, all you have to do is ask." Lekor remarked, half joking when he said it, letting go of his friend.

"You didn't have anything to do today, did you?" Ceras asked, looking his friend up and down.

"Even if I did, no way could I do anything, like this." Lekor stated, staggering and tottering slightly, his center of gravity very different than it should have been. Standing bent over slightly, the lighter colored Kaythan spent a moment wiping sticky seed off the feathers around his eyes, blinking.

"I...uh... Well, I don't know how long you'll be like that." Ceras started, unable to prevent himself from chuckling at his friend's state. "No one has ever drank it like that before, and certainly not after denying me the first time."

"How should I know?" Lekor asked, a strange fuzzy warmth spreading out from his stomach, making his head feel slightly floaty. Massaging the weight in his gut, he felt a barely noticeable tingling beginning in his balls. "Either way, we definitely need a shower. It takes a while to get seed out of feathers, even when it isn't dried into them. Want to crack a window while we clean up, so your neighbors don't freak at the smell?"

"Yeah, the girls next door are even less tolerating of me than Vira is. I think they secretly want me, they just don't want to admit it." Ceras remarked, striking a proud pose for a moment that made his friend snort. "You go start the water and I will be in shortly."

"And who could blame them for that?" Lekor asked, chuckling at his friend before starting to walk towards the bathroom. It was slow going, his balance way off, but it wasn't that different from some of the obstacle courses they ran periodically. Finally, he managed to get into the bathroom and started the shower going, adjusting the temperature while looking at his reflection in the mirror. Setting aside how much of a mess he was, he really did look gravid like that. Then, his eyes were drawn down to his sack, the tingling sensation intensifying. It was very weird, but he could almost say that his balls were feeling heavier, even though he had already had two intense orgasms that morning.

Walking into the mildly steamy bathroom a moment later, having taken a little extra time to sate his parched mouth with a glass of water, Ceras blushed. The sight of his friend's swollen form stimulated something very primal and wild in him, satisfying the breeder urge even though there was no actual breeding involved. Grinning, he took a moment to pretend to be showing off for his 'hen'. However, he cocked his head a moment later, wondering if his eyes were playing tricks on him. Lekor's belly already seemed a little shrunken than it had before.

"Huh, I guess it won't be all that bad," He said. "Or am I crazy?"

"I... don't think you are crazy. Or maybe... we both are?" Lekor asked, looking down at the weight that was his belly and cupped it experimentally. Something odd was definitely happening. His stomach no longer felt like he had overindulged at a feast, the warm tingling sensation in his balls intensifying steadily. "Is my stomach shrinking?"

"Yeah..." Staring transfixed on what he was seeing, almost unable to believe it. He contemplated calling Adjutant, the academy's AI, for a third opinion, but he really didn't want her in there making a fuss about what the two friends had been doing. Or worse, trying to get even for the two of them messing with her last night.

"Ummm..." Lekor started to say, his eyes widening. There was no denying it now. His stomach was definitely shrinking, visibly returning to normal as if his body was somehow rapidly digesting it. Then, he noticed that his shaft was stiffening again, his balls starting to ache with need as if he had been blue balled for months, instead of having climaxed twice within a half hour.

"Well...that's...unexpected." Ceras stated, his own eyes widening as Lekor's body returned more or less to its usual slim form. Then, he spied how apparently aroused his friend was. "I thought you were spent."

"I was..." Lekor said, his breathing already picking up pace, his cere reddening. Resisting the urge to cough nervously, he stepped into the shower. "We uh...still need to clean up. Or... you know...not."

"Yeah..." Ceras said, taking a second more to look at Lekor's junk before joining him in the shower, the water quickly matting his feathers and making them cling tightly to his form like a sort of skin suit. The speed of his friend's recovery was almost breeder-esque, which was bizarre because his friend very much was not a breeder. "Let's do that." The close proximity of the shower, plus the steam provided the perfect sampling site for their scents and he huffed after a few breaths, his body revising its earlier assessment. The day was shaping up to be an interesting one for sure...