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Alura tripped over her paws in an attempt to keep up with her boyfriend as they walked along the banks of the Scarlet River, its blue waters shimmering in quiet defiance of its given name. She squeaked and stumbled, her wrist bending at an awkward angle amongst the cobblestoned path. Her sea-green wings flared out for balance, smacking a fast-walking stranger in their side.

"Sorry," she muttered, trying to tuck her wings in and hop about on three feet. The other dragoness barely seemed to notice; high-tempo exercise music blared from her wireless headphones and soon she was gone, replaced by the concerned beak of her date, Yasir.

"You alright?" He asked, his intense hawk gaze eyeing her wrist with scrutiny. "Wrists are no joke, too many little bones. I can have our team Doc look at it if you want."

She held her wrist out for him to inspect. "Thanks, but I'm fine. Really. See?"

Her white claws flexed in the air as she checked for sharp pains. Alura couldn't see any rapid bruising beneath her pale-green scales. Most dragon's scales tended to darken as they aged, but Alura had kept her youthful light green throughout her scales, despite becoming mature nearly three years ago. In some instances it worked in her favor, making her look beautiful and young. In others it was simply annoying, like now, when her boyfriend or her dad would automatically treat her like a hatchling.

"Mmm," he said.

As always, it was difficult to read Yasir's beak. Birds weren't known for their expressions. Throughout a summer of dating him, Alura had learned to watch the other subtle cues to clue her in to his emotions.

Yasir was half-ferruginous hawk, half-percheron, and all bulk, with the back half being all horse and the front half all hawk - except for the ears. His horsey ears swiveled independently of each other, one focused on her and the other facing up the road. Adorable, and also helpful. Independent, perky ears meant her tiercel wasn't irritated at her. He was in problem-solving mode, probably thinking about where to find the nearest 'Doc' from his high school days as a hippogryph goalie.

Judging by the average size of a gryphball goal net he simply had to stand still and his barrel-sized chest would block one half while his thick haunches covered the other, with a fifteen-meter wingspan for anything those happened to miss. Judging by the numerous trophies he kept stacked around his dorm room, he hadn't missed much.

Dark grey feathers mottled Yasir's chest and wings, blending into a similarly colored horse coat on the back end. Yellow talons in front paired with hooves in the back, his jet-black tail hanging between stocky legs. Some of the older percheron gryphons used to dock their tails out of tradition at birth, cutting the long, sleek tail short for flying and labor. Thankfully such barbaric practices were dying slowly, leaving her Yasir with a gorgeous, freshly braided (by her paws, of course) tail.

Alura straightened up, her white horns coming to his withers if she stood straight up. Were they withers on a hippogryph? Shoot. Her university freshman course on Interspecies Etiquette 101 failed her on that one. Or rather, maybe she had failed it by skipping half of the lectures.

"Really, I'm fine. But thank you. My dad would say I'm as clumsy as a hatchling in a lantern shop."

Yasir grinned down at her. One of his wings folded around her to gently move her to his side and out of the way of paw traffic, sending a shiver down her spine at the attention. For a jock, he could be pretty damn sensitive to her needs.

"That has to have a story behind it. Lantern shop?" He squeezed her and let her go, his pace slowing to match hers as they resumed their walk along the riverbank.

A wooden fence ran alongside the path with deciduous oak trees planted along its length. The strawberry red and fiery orange leaves crunched beneath Alura's paws, a telltale sign of the coming autumn. They'd both be back in college soon for their second year. Summer's broiling heat had recently cracked, giving way to the cool, crisp evenings perfect for leisurely strolls and feral bodies pressing close together for warmth and kisses. Alura exhaled through her nostrils and brought her eyes up to Yasir's, wrenching her gaze away from his perfect plumage.

"Yeah," she said with a blush. "I was like, three? I don't know. I tried to climb a rather tall display when the shopkeeper wasn't looking."

"Uh-oh."

"It fell over. _I_fell over."

Yasir smirked, if birds could smirk. Both of his ears swiveled towards her, listening attentively as his horse-hair tail swished against her flank. "What was the damage?"

"A wing, a wrist, and about seventeen lanterns."

"Oof. I _told_you wrists were fragile."

"I know, ugh. Don't remind my dad when you see him. Actually don't talk to him at all, he's sort of a jerk."

"Is he? Is he mean to you?" His tone got serious.

"Well," Alura steered them away from the river now, turning down the street to her parent's house. "He's a jerk but he's not mean."

Rows of boring suburban housing lined both sides of the street, catering to feral families. No zoning restriction prevented ferals from living next to or with other anthros, but it always sort of happened that various feral species ended up living close to one another. Most likely whatever developer had built that suburb had specifically chosen to put in various feral amenities to make it more appealing; master bedrooms with fly-in balconies and double-sized hallways, for example. But Alura felt it was odd after the intense variety of university to only see other dragons, gryphons, and hippogryphs walking around and flying down into their backyards. They could've flown to her dad's house, but she was deliberately stalling.

"Mmm." Yasir mulled it over in his abnormally clever bird-brain "Like a strict coach. I had one like that my sophomore year at Eagle High. Wouldn't bend the rules even a little bit, even when it made sense, but he wasn't cruel about it. Like that?"

"I'm not asking my dad to bend any rules for me. He just... doesn't understand."

Yasir stopped walking and leaned over to nibble at the scales on her neck, where other gryphons and hippogryphs would have feathers to preen she only had shimmering hard scales. Feathers or not, the affectionate gesture calmed her nerves about seeing her dad. It had been four months since... well, since her last boyfriend. Her dad had a bad habit of_dismissing_ her boyfriends, if you could call it that.

Yasir's comforting bulk helped dismiss any remaining irritating thoughts of her father rutting her last boyfriend until his heart gave out. Yasir was much more into her than other guys. She wasn't even sure he counted himself as bisexual. His adorable eagerness to get under her tail all summer had only reassured her that finally, finally she'd be able to get what she wanted out of him. Their first time might be their only time, but she'd seen that bliss plastered on enough muzzles to know what she wanted out of life.

They came up to a two-story home that looked like any other, with freshly painted grey paint on the siding. A paved circular area served as the front landing zone; it'd be incredibly impolite to ever land in someone's backyard if you weren't already dear friends with them. The last time a drunk college hen had done it the neighbors hadn't stopped talking about it for weeks. Bored suburban mother hens and dragonesses had too much time on their paws, thought Alura.

She lifted the large bronze knocker on the door with her muzzle, raising it up before letting it bang against the door with a loud clonk!

"You're nervous." Yasir put his large talon over her paw to stop it from tapping repeatedly on the ground.

"You don't understand," she said. "I should've told you. My dad, he... well. Some people know him. I don't know if you would."

"My scaled jewel is quite mysterious today. I've never met your- oh."

The door swung open to reveal the obsidian scaled chest of her father. His smile widened from one pearly-white horn to the other as he stepped forward, wrapping his dark wings around her.

"Hi dad." Alura's muffled words came from somewhere smooshed against his broad chest.

"My little cucumber," he said, eliciting a groan from Alura. "And you're Yasir, aren't you?"

"Sir- yes, hello." Yasir's head cocked to the side as he tried to figure out if he had met Alura's dad before.

"No we haven't met." Apparently Alura's dad was a mind reader on top of everything else. He released Alura from his grasp, giving her a firm nuzzle and kiss on the top of her snout before stepping aside, ushering them in with a wave of his wing. "I just happen to watch gryphball on occasion. My, Alura dating the all-time best Eagle High goalie!"

"Not all time," Yasir said, his ears forward and alert. "Seventy-six. Another goalie let in one less ball than me."

"Pah. That was before they widened the nets by a meter and you know it."

Yasir's stone-grey wings ruffled with pleasure. "Still, a record is a record, sir. And nice to meet you."

"Drakes," Alura said with exasperation. "Do you only care about gryphball?"

"No," Alura's dad said. "And sorry, I'm being rude, aren't I? I'm Bron. Nice to meet you snout to snout, Yasir."

"Snout to beak," Alura corrected. Her freshman course had covered that one.

"It's fine," Yasir said, shooting Alura a glance. "Bron, your house looks great." Yasir's eyes roamed the walls, lingering on the framed poster of the National Tail Stars, a big-league gryphball team from several days journey away.

"You look great," Bron replied.

"Dad!"

"What? My beautiful cucumber doesn't bring home fledgling drop-outs."

"Stop calling me cucumber," Alura muttered.

Yasir scratched at his head with a talon, apparently mulling over their familial dynamics. "Thank you, sir. You look good too, especially in real life."

"Oh? Seen me before, have you? Alura didn't tell me you were a fan. Online or magazine?"

Alura swiveled to Yasir, her eyeridges furrowing as she squinted at him.

"I'm... appreciative of your work. Online. Oh don't look at me like that Alura, all the drakes at Eagle High know who your dad is."

"Ugh." Alura's muzzle disappeared behind a quick flutter of her wings.

"Hah! I'm popular even with the drakes too, eh?"

Alura's snout peaked over her sea-green wing membrane. "You know you are, dad. Remember my last drakefriend?"

"How could I not?"

"Last drakefriend?" Yasir's tail swished. "I didn't know you had another drakefriend."

Alura's wings dipped until she could glare at both of them. "I don't and that's the point and it's all his fault."

The gears churned in Yasir's head. "You... oh. Ooooh. That wasn't online, was it?."

"Wasn't getting paid for that one. Just pleasure." Bron smirked.

"Great, just great! My new gryphfriend knows my dad is a porn star that fucks the brains out of other drakes and hens. Which is just amazing_because he'll give _anyone a fucking euphoric end except me!"

A long, awkward silence followed Alura's outcry. Yasir coughed, looking anywhere but at his dragoness or her dad. Bron sat back on his haunches, smiling in an infuriatingly all-knowing way.

"A euphoric end, or E.E. as most kids these days call it, is something very special," Bron began, breaking the quiet in a very monotone voice. "Any drake, gryph, or hen can experience an orgasm so overwhelming that their heart stops, flooding their lasts seconds of life with rapturous pleasure. But I like my precious cucumber alive. The other adults I star with know the risks, and are generally pleased if they should be so lucky."

"Risks?" Yasir interrupted. "Aren't you Bronto the Magnificent, recently breaking through one-hundred E.E. partners in a row?"

"One-hundred and_four_ filmed E.E. partners," Bron corrected.

Alura groaned.

Yasir whistled, a sharp intake of breath through his beak. "Damn. You must be- I mean, you are, incredible."

"Thanks," Bron said, dropping back onto all fours. The crest of spines along his back shone as he eyed Yasir, admiring his chiseled thighs from years of gryphball. "Do you want a paws-on experience?"

"Oh skies," Yasir swore, "Are you serious? With Bronto the Magnificent?" His feathers rustled as his plumage quivered, the hippogryph standing a little taller. "That'd be so... wow. Wow. Yes."

"Heeelllooo? I'm right here?" Alura said, waving her wing in front of her boyfriend's beak.

"I know and I love you, but," Yasir's eyes never left her dad, "Bronto the Magnificent."

"Yes, I know, he's my dad. He also reduced my last drakefriend into a stiff-cocked mush-brain," she said with a glare at her father.

"Is that true?" Yasir sounded more intrigued than concerned.

"Of course," Bron replied, taking a step towards Yasir. He placed a paw atop one of Yasir's large talons. "We could do something special. A stud like you- I bet you haven't had many males on your back, have you?"

"One or two," Yasir admitted with a flick of his tail. He had to look down slightly at Bron to meet his gaze. "Usually they're on their back, male or female, wrapped around my stallion cock."

"Wait," said Alura. "Just how many boyfriends or girlfriends have _you_had?"

The two males ignored her. "Well," said Bron. "A hunk like you, I bet they were too damn nervous to do a good job. Mount, spurt, dismount, am I wrong?"

Yasir shifted his weight on his hind legs, as if remembering the male on his back. "You're not wrong. I figured it just wasn't my thing."

"You poor bird... let an old drake show you how it's done. Properly."

Yasir didn't take long to decide. A chance with one of his favorite porn stars _ever_was too good to pass up. "I'm down." His beak clucked, his ears perked all the way forward. "Should I... should we... get out of the living room?"

"Why?" Bron's muzzle grinned at him, his paw squeezing reassuringly around his talons. "Just stand right there you big stallion. Don't worry about Alura, it's nothing she hasn't seen before."

Alura grumbled something that even Yasir's big ears couldn't pick up.

Bron's black wing-tip trailed along Yasir's spine as he walked beside him, following the mottled grey feathers down to the dip of his back, where horsehair met feather. Bron's spined tail curled around the college drake's front claws, encircling him, letting him feel the smooth patterns of a dragon's scales. No turning back now, thought Yasir.

"Cute braid for a stud," Bron said, his muzzle nuzzling at Yasir's broad equine rump.

Yasir snorted. "Your daughter likes to play with my tail."

"Well today _I_get to play with your tail before she does. That still alright with you?"

This time Yasir didn't even reply. His jet-black tail rose, the finely braided hairs lifting to reveal a round, puckered tailhole tucked beneath his dock.

The dark skin quivered beneath Bron's warm breath as the dragon porn star circled around the feral hippogryph, stopping where one should never stop when dealing with any person with equine anatomy- directly behind them. Bron was no stranger to dragons, gryphons, equines, or any mixes thereof, and knew that the safest place to be if one was to find themselves behind a horse's rump is to be as close to it as possible. His black paws squeezed one of Yasir's cheeks, fondling the well-muscled flank.

"My daughter sure knows how to pick'm, that's for sure. How did you two meet?"

"Dad."

Yasir looked over his shoulder, his golden hawk eyes peering at the black drake currently massaging his rump.

"At the gym. I'm pretty sure she commented on my ass." If birds could grin, Yasir's grin would've been from ear to ear.

"'Atta girl. But I bet she never did this."

Bron's paw followed the curve of Yasir's thigh down, smoothing the fine-grey horse hair until the dragon reached his hock. He squeezed the strong joint, transferring his paw from the outside of the hippogryph's leg to inside, running in it upwards along the sensitive skin until he found the heavy weight of the stallion's balls in his palm.

Yasir _huffed_and repositioned himself, raising a hoof before setting it down in a wider stance as Bron's paw lifted the twin eggs against the hippogryph's crotch, feeling the heft of his sperm producing factories. The stallion's velvety soft skin responded to his touch as the horse began to drop, his thick cock lengthening rapidly from the confines of its sheath.

"Oh no you don't," Bron said as he brought his paw up to tug at the stallion's sac, gently massaging the hippogryph sperm factories back down between his legs. "No tucking away these beauties just yet."

"And yes I have touched my boyfriend before, we just haven't had sex yet- oh," Alura swallowed the rest of her words as she watched her dad's muzzle disappear beneath her boyfriend's tail, his muzzle nuzzling and kissing her boyfriend's asshole. Yasir's beak clucked, his black tail shooting up into the air as it splayed to the side, provided unrestricted access to his rear end.

"Did you touch him and kiss him? Like this?" Bron made eye-contact with his daughter as broad, wet tongue lapped directly over Yasir's donut hole, leaving it glistening with wetness as he kissed, nuzzled, and licked between the horse's rump. His nostrils flared, breathing deep into the stallion's musk as the hippogryph trilled his pleasure in a cute, birdy sort of way.

"Because you're missing out if you didn't. Mmm, such a fucking hunk, we should be getting paid for this, me and you." Bron clapped one of Yasir's buttcheeks with his freepaw with a loud smack! Yasir _squawked_and his ears flattened against the back of his head, his tail doing a quick jerk down then up again as Bron slipped his tongue _into_the stallion's breeding hole.

"Screeeeer," Yasir moaned, making sounds Alura's ears had never heard before.

"Mmmnn," Bron replied, his tongue trailing circles inside the thick ring of muscle. His muzzle turned sideways to push in more deeply, his muzzle's lips closing around the hippogryph's donut, suckling on it noisily before retreating, his broad tongue schlurping noisily out the stud's glistening hole.

The draconic muzzle_huffed_, his nostrils flaring against the stallion as he leaned in for more kisses, giving the puckered wet ass another smooch before returning to his licks. Each broad stroke of the dragon's tongue across Yasir's asshole left Yasir quivering a little bit more until the hippogryph found himself beak-down ass-up, a position he'd been in before, except this time it wasn't in his Sports Yoga for Ferals class.

"Such a good bird, aren't you? A big hunk enjoying getting his donut kissed?" The dragon's black paw tugged firmly at Yasir's balls, pulling them down so he could admire part of the stallion's maleness before moving to the other part - the big, drooping hen breeder currently bent towards the ground like an elephant's trunk.

Yasir's black and pink mottled dick stiffened as Bron's paw moved from balls to sheath, groping the male's flesh before sliding his paw further down along the underside of the stallion's shaft. Bron squeezed and moved his paw up and down, stroking him slowly until his penis stiffened to its full, breathtaking size. The tip of his horsecock nearly touched the floor, despite his hips raised high under the dragon's affectionate tongue.

"Good horsebird," Bron said, giving the thick stallion cock another firm squeeze before returning his paw to the stallion's rump. One of his paws gripped the horse's dock, keeping his tail raised high as the other pulled at his asscheek, spreading him wide to let his eager tongue back in- and to give his daughter a good view of her dad's tongue disappearing into her boyfriend's hot horse tailhole.

"Jerk," Alura muttered while her paw drifted down between her legs.

"Your dad's - ah, - amazing, Alura!"

"An amazing jerk, then!" She sat back on her haunches and folded her arms across her chest with a determined look on her muzzle. The determination faded quickly under her boyfriend's moans and screeees, causing her tail to fold forward until she found her hips grinding on it, leaving wet streaks along the appendage.

Loud sllurrrps_and _mlemms filled the room as all three of them quieted down, each lost in their own world of frustration, pleasure, and excitement. Bron started stroking his own crimson shaft as it peaked out of his male-slit, his erection quickly stiffening between the horse's hind legs. The sizeable member twitched as dragon pre-cum oozed from his tip, dripping, joining the horse's pre-cum on the living room floor.

"The biggest ones are always the ones that secretly love having their tails raised. Never fails..." Bron smiled to himself as he came up for air, muzzle nipping at the horse's rump as he stood. "I like this position. Stay there, my soon-to-be cock warmer."

Yasir nodded, the side of his face pressed against the ground as his wet-asshole glistened behind him, intimately exposing him to a dragon he had just met.

Bron stood a head taller than most dragons his age, and yet even he had to stand up on his hind paws for his crotch to read the upturned hippogryph's waiting entrance. The dragon stepped over the dragon, placing one arm on the ground next to the hawk's face and the other against his neck, massaging the grey feathers as he tip-clawed his way to the right height behind the eager bird.

"Lower," Bron said, giving his neck a reassuring squeeze.

"Sorry," Yasir said, his ears turning sideways as he lowered his hips. He kept his tail rooted straight up though, the obsidian braided hair falling to one side to give his girlfriend a perfect view.

Bron pushed forward with his draconic cockhead, pressing into the freshly rimmed hole like it was made for him. The tapered tip of his shaft pressed against the middle of Yasir's donut, dimpling it inwards until it gave in with a soft splurp, embracing Bron's hot shaft like a heat-soaked mare. Yasir wasn't a mare, though- and Bron knew the difference. The dragon pushed, lifting one leg for better leverage as he let out a low hisssss of pleasure as the thick ring slid along his penis, squeezing around him from every angle in a way no female pussy ever could.

Yasir gasped, sucking in a quick intake of air as the feathers on the back of his neck raised. Bron's paw groped against Yasir's neck, smoothing down the bird's feathers as he pushed inch after inch into the stallion's rectum.

"Ts-iieeeeer," Yasir moaned squeaky bird noises as Bron slid the last few inches of his length inside of his cavernous rump.

"Like every other horsey, aren't you? A thick ring of cock-hugging donut, and not much past that." The dragon ground his hips against the hippogryph for emphasis, watching the horse's fleshy dick-gripper cling to his cock as he pulled out and dimple inwards as he pushed in. "That's alright, I like that. You're cute enough for not having a cervix to squirt my seed against. Have you ever felt that before? A dragon or stallion's cock flaring inside you, his cum painting your bowels white with his seed with his last, dying breaths..."

Yasir shook his head back and forth and shuddered. He and Alura had discussed E.E.s, of course - any sexually active couple should have that talk. Neither of them had ever had a partner that had experienced one, and both of them had a parent that had died years ago.

Alura's mother had died while laying Alura's egg. Bron delighted in telling the story of breeding his wife's tailhole while she laid their first egg, the ecstasy of oviposition and her mate's hot cock pulsing within her being enough to send her over the edge. Alura had listened to it jealously for years.

As for Yasir, his father had died while creating him, according to his mother. In hippogryph culture, the resulting chicks from an E.E. mating would be blessed with fortune and fertility. Yasir had laughed it off, but his life had seemed quite fortunate thus far to Alura's mind.

"No? Maybe you'll be lucky enough to send me over the edge, my tight little pony. Wouldn't that be something? Slayer of Bronto the Magnificent."

Yasir squeaked, his wings splaying outwards as he groaned into the carpet as Bron accentuated each of his words with slow, deep thrusts, the thickest part of his cock repeatedly spreading Yasir's tight hole open. The stallion's sphincter squeezed around the intruder, rippling around Bron, milking his cock like a tail-raising filly.

"Fuck, your tight little donut feels good. Gods, maybe this will be it..."

Bron leaned over the hippogryph, using his entire body to hug himself to his new lover while his hips pushed both of them against the ground. Yasir whined and wriggled, his cock trembling and flaring as Bron's paws found it. The dragon reached around the bird's flanks, one paw dipping lower to grope mid-shaft while the other massaged the flare, giving the stallion something blunt to push and shove up against, triggering his breeding instincts as if he was rutting up against a mare's cervix.

"Sssscree," Yasir hissed. His entire body shuddered, his tail quivering in the air as the dragon squeezed his fat cock into his rump over and over again, massaging muscles the hippogryph didn't even know he had.

"Yes! Yes, yesssssss," Bron encouraged, keeping his paws working over the stallions shaft.

"Squaawwwkk!Rawwrk!" His horse hips trembled, one hoof stomping down as he tried to keep his balance. Yasir's wings started twitching outwards in random, erratic motions as his golden eyes rolled back into his head.

"That's it, good bird, good bird! Fuck, milk me!" Bron roared into the Yasir's back as his raised tail flagged and twitched, hips grinding his hilted cock into the hippogryph's rump, each upwards movement of the dragon's scaled appendage signaling a hot spurt of dragon cum being squirted directly into the stallion's waiting rectum. The hot dragon seed splashed against his inner walls, painting him and filling him with millions of eager sperm waiting to burrow their little tails into his bowels, searching for non-existent eggs to fertilize.

"Raawwwwk!" Yasir's horse cock flared under Bron's palm, the tip of his cock growing three-fold as it engorged and splurted hot seed all over his belly and the carpet. It came in waves, each spurt causing his sphincter muscles to squeeze and milk Bron's shaft for every drop of seed, coaxing and massaging in tandem.

Bron's orgasm tapered off slowly, but Yasir's kept going; loud squawks filled the room until Alura covered her ears, watching her boyfriend's body twitch and spasm until he lost all muscle control. His equine-half collapsed against the ground, her dad's draconic cock sliding out of Yasir's well-bred hole with a lewd splurp! A glurp of cum followed, spilling out of his gaped, oozing hole as his hawk face turned at an awkward angle, chest against the ground, eyes up, wings convulsing like a claw gripping a stone.

"SQUAWWWKKRrrrggglll." Yasir's last words came out of him in a hard rush, his hard horse cock still pumping more cum onto the ground as his heart stopped beating, his eyes slowly going blank.

Bron growled with pleasure, his tail lashing behind him as his paws worked over the dead stallion's pulsing dick. His cum-covered paw added lubricant to the shaft, gripping its length and working over the unnaturally hard post mortem phallus with decades of expertise. Within seconds he had the stallion squirting again; large, powerful waves of cum erupted from the dead hippogryph's flaring penis, painting the living room with splashes of sticky cum.

"Eugh!" Alura squeaked, hopping out of the way of a particularly energetic spurt of cum from her deceased gryphfriend.

A moment of silence filled the room as Bron squeezed out a few more pulses of horsey-batter before he settled back on his haunches, basking in the afterglow of giving another being the best send-off known to any sapient species in the world.

"Dad. I fucking_hate_ you."

Bron raised a paw, licking at the stallion cum coating his white claws. "I'm sorry honey, I thought a gryphball star would have more stamina. Honestly."

"Oh my god, you still don't get it, do you?" Alura stomped at the ground. "I want you to do that to me. I've been asking you for years to fuck my brains out! Stop giving it to my fucking boyfriends!"

"Well I don't want some undeserving bird-brain giving my little dragoness the last orgasm of her life!" Bron stopped licking his paw to step carefully over the cum-splattered corpse of his daughter's gryphfriend. "That's for me. When you're ready. I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out of it."

"Okay fine but_when?_ And why not now?"

"Because I said so," Bron grumped, using his tail to wipe some of the stallions cum on his own tailhole. "Now go to your room. I'm gonna have some fun with this plaything for a few days. And no -" he said, watching Alura open her muzzle. "You can't play with him too."

"AAAaarrrghhh, you're the worst!" Her paws stomped at the ground with every step as she growled her way all the way to her room, slamming her bedroom door shut with a slam! that made the house shudder. Within a few moments Bron could hear could the exasperated_huffs_ and schlicks of a dragoness writhing in unmet need in her bed.

"Daughters," Bron sighed as he eased himself down onto the dead stallion's post-mortem erection.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"Oh my feathers, your dad is Bronto the - "

"MAGNIFICENT, I KNOW, I KNOW!" Alura screamed, paws tugging at her horns.

Alura, the pale-green dragoness, was home for winter-break and had brought her latest gryphfriend home. Her gryphfriend, Dylani, was a beautiful gryphon with a steppe eagle face and a sleek cougar back-half. Completely opposite from her previous gryphfriend that experienced getting his mind splattered into an orgasmic abyss months ago, Dylani was quiet, studious, and had probably never played a game of sports in his lifetime. His cute beak turned towards her as he blinked, adjusting the glasses perched upon his face.

"Why didn't you tell me? Almost every male knows him. His videos have over ten million views, the most ever -"

"I hate all of you," Alura screamed and ran down the hallway, leaving her boyfriend and her dad behind. Hisses and growls followed her, sounding as if she'd unlocked another drake hidden in her closet to wrestle intimately with.

"Well, that's certainly an entrance!" Bron, the father in question, said to the dumb-struck, flat-clawed gryphfriend. "Here. Have a beer." The black dragon cracked open a Grifflight and handed it to Dylani, who stared at it like he'd just been offered a porcupine to hold.

"I don't drink beer. Sorry..."

"No worries." Bron plucked the beer out of the gryph's paws and slammed half of it back in a single go, grinning his big, draconic grin at Dylani. "I'm sorry about Alura. She's a bit embarrassed by me, that's all."

"Oh. Oh, she really didn't need to be." Dylani squirmed on his claws and cougar paws, his beak clucking. "I should tell her I'm sorry."

"I wouldn't," Bron advised. "Temper. Let her cool off." A loud _rawwwwrrrgggh!_shook the walls of the hallway leading to Alura's bedroom.

"I suppose you're right," Dylani said with a sigh. He sat back on his haunches with a thump, his front legs sticking out like a dog that never learned to sit properly. "She was so excited for us to find some alone time, too. I guess she's just surprised you're home."

"Mmmn," Bron agreed, as he finished the beer. "She wanted to hump your sheath, I bet."

"Eeeeeeer," Dylani stammered as he adjusted his glasses twice. "Uhm."

"It is a nice sheath. I don't blame her." The dragon grinned at him.

Dylani suddenly felt aware of just how ripped his girlfriend's dad was in real life. Of course, he'd seen tons of his videos - more than he'd care to admit - so he knew his physique was impeccable. But there was something different about seeing the dragon in the flesh than in video, even in high-definition. And he had torrented the good stuff.

"Th-thanks?"

"You're welcome!" The big dragon came to sit next to him. A large membraned wing wrapped around the gryphon in a hug. "She'll calm down, and when she does... she'll still want to hump your sheath. I promise."

"Okay. I mean, I do hope so. It'd be my first time..."

"First time? Wow! So you haven't..."

"Never. But don't tell her, please? I was hoping I could sort of, I don't know, fake some experience." The gryphon turned his auburn face up at the larger drake. "I did a lot of reading and research on it. Including a lot of your videos." He looked away, his tawny cougar ears folding out sideways.

"Ahh, well. I won't say a word." The dragon curled his wing inwards, hugging the gryphon closer. "Of course, I could help with that, if you want. Nothing beats paws-on experience."

The ears perked back up. "Really?"

"Sure!"

"Wow. I mean, yes - yes, sir! That would be wonderful."

"Well alright then! Nothing wrong with two drakes - er, a drake and a gryphon friend - helping each other out. Trust me, I want nothing but the best for my daughter."

"I'll try my best, sir!"

"Stop calling me sir. It's Bron."

"Yes sir. Bron."

The dragon sighed. "I'm guessing you expected to be on top? I don't think she brought her strap-on to university..."

The gryphon's eyes went wide.

"A joke! Okay, lesson one - you have to relax."

"It's hard to relax, Bron. She's so... beautiful," he said wistfully. "I just want to please her."

"Mmmn, I know that feeling." Bron rested his large, crested head atop the feathered gryphon. "Lesson two. Touch is good."

"Like this?" Denali rested a shaky talon atop Bron's paw.

"That's a good start. Yeah, not bad. Then just follow her moves. I bet she'll do something like this next." Bron gave the shaky gryphon another hug before extricating himself from the friendly hug. He settled down on his belly, facing away from the gryphon's quizzical expression before rolling onto his back, his four dragon paws in the fair, exposing the jet-black belly plates of his neck and chest that transitioned down to the soft, intimate scales between his hind legs.

"Ooooh. Oh. See, now I'm not so sure -"

"Put your paw on mine," Bron suggested.

Dylani obeyed, placing one his front talons on Bron's hindpaws.

"One of my _front_paws." The dragon grinned, wriggling his hindpaws away from the gryphon.

"Ah - alright. I'll just... step over here..." The gryphon played a solo game of twister as he attempted to place his paw atop Bron's without touching anywhere else on the splayed dragon. His trembling legs rubbed up against the dragon's thigh as he stepped over him, standing on his toes to keep his fuzzy sheath and balls from touching against the drake's lower belly.

"Good job," Bron said encouragingly. His larger paw closed around the gryphon's talons, pulling him closer to him. "Still on lesson two. Remember: touch is good. Exploring is good. Remember you're sharing yourself with her, and her with you. Pretend this old drake's scales are the nice, pale green of your beautiful dragoness."

"Oh you're still pretty handsome too," Dylani said without thinking. His eyes went wide, his paw reflexively pulling away from Bron's grasp to adjust his glasses.

"Touch." Bron's other paw guided Dylani's free talon to his chest, letting it rest there for a moment, feeling his draconic heart beat slowly, powerfully, each beat a soft thump beneath the hardened chest scales."

"Wow," the gryphon said with a trill.

"Just wait for the wow," Bron said, grinning. "Still on lesson two." His paw pushed the gryphon's talons lower, away from his heart and down along his sternum, and to his belly, where hard chest plates transitioned to softer scales, and lower still, between his hind legs. Here he removed his paw, letting Dylani's talons rest against his bulging male-slit.

For dragons looking at other dragons the differences between a drake's male-slit and a female's vaginal slit was obvious; the subtle indentations of a females curves and her wider hips, and the male's bulge and thicker scales were giveaways. But to the untrained gryphon eye they probably appeared close enough.

"Ever touched a slit before?"

The gryphon shook his head, his beak partly open as he took in deep, shuddering breaths.

"Her vaginal slit will be here. It'll feel a lot like mine ... at first. Of course once aroused, there are some obvious differences I'm sure you're aware of." The dragon smirked. "And lower," he returned his paw to push the gryphon's talons just a little lower, "her tailhole. In case you two are trying to avoid an egg."

The gryphon's brown feathers rustled as he nodded, probably too far past embarrassed for his mind to fully comprehend.

"Lesson three." Dylani's beak perked up attentively. "A bit of wetness helps for anyone, males and females, drakes and hens. I think licking would be an advanced topic, so you might want to have one of these on-paw!" Bron reached out and produced a bottle of _Slick Scales_seemingly out of nowhere.

"Where did _that_come from?"

"You're straddling a porn star and you're asking me why I have lube in my living room?"

"...Good point." Dylani's ears perked, and Bron could've swore he saw a grin appear on that unreadable yellow beak. He even stopped holding his fluffy cougar tail aloft, where it had been hovering in the air, unwilling to rest against the underside of Bron's tail. It settled down between the dragon's hind legs, letting warm feline fluff meet cool draconic scale.

"Still lesson three: wet is good, wetter is better." Bron squirted a sizeable amount of the slick liquid onto his palm and set the bottle aside, sticking his paw down between the two males. He slathered it onto his male-slit and his tailhole before wiping it clean on a nearby paw-towel.

"Okay, got it. Wetter is better." His beak bobbed up and down.

"Step four, have a little fun!" Bron pressed his hips up against the gryphon, his wet slit rubbing immediately against the fuzzy sheath hanging above him.

Dylani _squawked!_and flapped his wings, but Bron had his hind legs wrapped around the gryphon's hips. The excitable bird squeaked a few times, his fidgeting causing his sheath to rub back and forth across the slickened scales. Slowly he settled back down, until his hips started moving purposefully back and forth, until Bron could feel the bulge beginning to form within Dylani's sheath. With difficulty, Bron kept his own cock from emerging, trying to allow Dylani to get as similar to a female experience as he could.

The gryphon's barbed, pink tip emerged slowly between the smooth ridges of Bron's bulging cockslit. It pushed against him, hardening rapidly into the small, complicated cock of gryphons: the front was tapered like a cone with flattened barbs that Bron knew from experience would rake the insides of tailhole or slit after orgasm, supposedly eliciting ovulation. Beyond that the feral's shaft bulged like a bicep in four directions, wider than it was taller, the graceful curves flattening back into a shaft where it met his sheath. The structure wasn't meant to knot and tie like a canine's, only to pleasure its recipient, as gryphons were bred for pleasing their mates during coitus before they raked them with pain upon exiting. A dichotomy of feelings, like the grace of an eagle before the ferocity of a cougar.

"Good! Enjoy it, relax," Bron instructed, watching as the gryphon's cock slickened itself against his scales.

Dylani _huffed_and adjusted his glasses as he tried to look down between him, his cock tip angling into Bron's and finding resistance. Bron's deep red shaft peered back, glistening between the folds of his male sex.

"Sorry bud," Bron said as his erection started to push up against Dylani's. "It's not like the porn artists draw. No room in there except for my fat cock. You'll have to aim a little lower. Unless you want to stop, of course."

"No," Dylani huffed, scooting his hips lower. "I want to be ready for Alura." He looked up, cocking his head to the side. You're okay with this?"

"You're not the first gryphon I've had in my tailhole," Bron replied, wrapping his legs back around his gryphon lover's hips. "Or the second, or the third..."

Dylani chirped appreciatively. "I liked your gryphon videos."

"Good! Now come here, a little higher - there," Bron instructed, his tail pushing against the ground to raise his hips for the virgin gryphon.

"So warm..." Dylani let out a soft squawk as his tip pressed up against Bron's tailhole, the soft scales dimpling inwards before suddenly wrapping around him. Dylani groaned, letting his weight fall forward as his penis sunk into Bron's tailhole in one smooth motion. The gryphon's cock was less than half the size of the last stallion that had been under Bron's tail, but he didn't tell Dylani that; he wanted the gryphon to feel good and gain some confidence.

The smooth cocktip wedged itself between the dragon's smoothest scales, the hot flesh spreading his orifice until his tailhole sunk down around the base of the gryphon's little shaft.

"Squaaark," he said, his feline legs pushing against the ground to move his hips back as he sunk his meat back into those warm depths, instinct taking over his bird's primitive mind. Breed. Hump and seed. The motions came naturally to the gryphon as he withdrew and pushed, pulling and humping until the soft, fuzzy balls of Dylani's _plapped_against the underside of Bron's tail, but Bron wanted him to experience the next level.

"That's it, harder. Harder," Bron commanded as his tail squeezed hard around the gryphon's base. Every time Dylani's hips withdrew, dragging his spear along Bron's rectum, the dragon relaxed, letting the gryphon ease himself out of his hole before he shoved back in, sinking into those hot, heavenly depths of pleasure, where Bron would suddenly squeeze around him, his sphincter muscles gripping that shaft tightly, massaging it in ways no slit ever could.

Not that Dylani knew that. All he knew was pleasure. His beak hung open, and each time he thrusted his glasses would fall a little lower on his beak, until they slipped entirely off of his face and onto Bron's chest. Bron gingerly placed them to the side with one paw before moving that paw to his own neglected erection.

He didn't blame the gryphon for not knowing how to pleasure another male; he was after experience with a female, after all. But Bron knew he could elevate the feral's experience with his own orgasm. His paw worked his shaft up and down, his paw squeezing around the meaty length. He rubbed his paw down along the sides of his spread slit, gathering up remaining lube to smear across his penis as he masturbated, mimicking the feeling of a tight dragoness slit.

"SSssscrrreeeee," the gryphon mewed, his feline tail bobbinb behind him.

"Mmmrr," Bron agreed as his paw moved up and down his cock. The soft squelches of his paw moving up and down his lubricated shaft mixed with the eager_plaps_ and splurps of the dragon's asshole being spread repeatedly by eager gryphon shaft.

Whenever the gryphon's breath seemed to come too quickly, his thrusts becoming erratic, Bron would squeeze hard around the gryphon's base and hold him there until he calmed down, using his body and his rump to edge the no-longer virgin male. If it wasn't for Bron's expertise he would've spent his load minutes ago and been done, and that'd be that - but Bron wasn't Bronto the Magnficent for nothing. His body sang in harmony with Dylani's, his hips and wings wrapping around him to draw their feral bodies together while his cock pushed up against Dylani's chest feathers, smearing him with precum while his tailhole squeezed rhythmically, until all words seemed to leave the book-smart gryphon's head.

His feathery wings furled and unfurled as he trembled, his whole body working in tandem with the dragon's. Their mating sounds squelched throughout the living room, leaving it smelling like two lusty males rutting each other, just the way Bron liked it.

"Sqqquuuark,squawk," Dylani said between moans as he wrapped his forepaws around Bron's shoulders, pulling the dragon back against him with each thrust.

"That's it," Bron encouraged. "Step five. Lose yourself."

The bird needed no instruction. His hazel eyes rolled back in his head as his body kept thrusting, bobbing his bushy feline tail up and down. The pretty auburn wings, so carefully preened for his date, flailed wildly, one jerking against the ground, the other flailing out to the side, bashing into the couch with a thump.

"Sssccccrreeeeoowkrrrrrgl!" the gryphon shrieked, his beak tilting upwards as his hindpaws scrabbled against the ground, seeking any additional friction to thrust harder into his first, and last, mate.

Bron's own orgasm occurred as an afterthought as the dragon focused upon the spasming gryphon. The gryphon's shaft bulged and pulsed, his cougar tail lifting and lowering behind him as he came, spurting his feline seed into the bowels of his draconic lover. Bron mrrrrd_encouragingly, his own orgasm painting the bird's chest feathers with _splurts of thick, ropey cum that tapered off while the gryphon kept cumming, and cumming, until Bron felt his abdomen becoming almost uncomfortably full.

"Wow," the porn star admitted, reaching down to feel his swelling belly while the knotted bird kept shuddering and splurting. Each throb of the gryphon's cock seemed to take another beat of life out of him until he could no longer support himself on his front paws. Dylani's forepaws wavered and collapsed, his chest falling against the dragon as his beak hung open, tongue lolled to the side while his eyes stared off into the distance, unseeing. His tail gave a few post mortem spasms and then stilled, leaving the gryphon's dead weight resting atop his only lover. Bron huffed and pushed his dead mate off of him and to the side.

"Yyyeeeoow!" Bron let out an uncharacteristically loud yowl of pain as the gryphon's engorged, barbed cock tugged free from his asshole. A_splort_ of cum followed, oozing out of his freshly fucked hole. It wasn't like him to forget about the barbs. He must be getting older, he thought to himself as he rolled over onto all fours and stretched out his back. He clenched his rectal muscles, keeping the gryphon's seed to himself instead of gifting it to the floor.

"Yeaaaah I saw that coming," said an annoyed, female voice from the hallway.

Bron turned and smiled, shaking his spine like a dog getting out of the rain.

"You bring home the most adorable gryphfriends," he said.

Alura's eyes wandered up and down Dylani's corpse, lingering on his engorged cock. Every few seconds it'd twitch another small spurt of seed onto his cum-stained chest feathers as the gryphon's dead-eyed gaze looked back at her, unseeing.

"Alright that is_it_," Alura said. "I am sick and tired of you giving an E.E. to every fucking one of my gryphfriends and not me. PLEASE breed me. Please?"

"Alura," Bron said, shifting into his dad-knows-best tone. "We've been over this."

"No, we have NOT. We just do what YOU want. Can we please do what I want? Just this once? I'm your only daughter," she reminded him. "Please? Daddy, please? You always said you would!"

Bron hesitated. He loved his daughter. He would do anything for her, and save her from every lackluster sexual experience that he could. The dragon always knew he'd probably give himself to her some day, but that day had always seemed far away. Sometimes he looked at her and still saw the adorable hatchling he had raised and loved, and not the dragoness standing before him. Her leafy green speckled cheeks flushed with pink, her chest rising and falling with the anxiety and determination of standing up to her dad. He loved her for that.

"Okay," he said. He used his hindpaw to push the corpse of the gryphon further against the couch to make room. "Okay. No need to guilt trip or beg me anymore."

Alura blinked. "You mean it?"

"Yes," he growled. "My daughter deserves the best. And I am the best."

"Eeeeeeeeyay!!" she squealed, running into the cum-splattered living room to join her father. "Okay, wow. Wow. Alright. I'm ready. Uhm, I think I'm ready." She tilted her head. "What's the best position?"

"The _best?_Hmmmn..." Bron's tail flicked from side to side as he thought, sending Dylani's forgotten glasses flying across the room. His tail thumped down as he made up his mind. "Aha! Given our size differences, in my experience the most pleasurable for you will be on your back on the couch. Can you do that, prettiest dragoness in the world?"

"Yes!" She squealed, hopping over her dead boyfriend's flanks to get onto the couch.

"Just making some room," Bron muttered as he grabbed the gryphon's hindpaws, batting away a random tail-spasm from the body. He pulled the legs to the side until the body laid up against the couch, leaving room in front of it for Bron to stand. "Better."

"Like this?" His little cucumber asked as she presented her hips to him, shoulders pressed into the couch with her tail squeezed off to the side.

"Almost. Here," he reached to pull her tail out of the cushions and across her dead gryphfriend. "You can use your tail to steady yourself. Spread your wings out. Good hen," he praised as he stepped over her tail. His dark, ebony form towered over her. With the couch's height his crotch aligned perfectly with hers; the cockslit that helped make her inches away from her eager pussy. Bron settled down, leaning down onto the couch so he wouldn't crush her with his weight while his paw fondled over her slender snout, rubbing between her eyeridges. "My little cucumber," he cooed.

"Don't call me that," she replied, nibbling at his paw.

"My little cock-sleeve?" he offered.

She growled and spread her hind legs, making her arousal plain to see. Tiny, soft scales glistened between her feral thighs, hinting at the smooth line the marked her genital slit. As she spread her legs her slit splayed open slightly, revealing the soft pink flesh of her sex.

"I love you daddy," she said, wrapping her forepaws around his neck.

He scooted forward, his thighs pushing her hind legs up so she could rest against him as his hindpaws tucked against the forgotten gryphon's body. His cock engorged rapidly between his daughter's legs, the great red meat flopping heavily against her chest as he rubbed himself over her, smearing her with his musky precum.

"I love you too, my cum-smeared cucumber."

His muzzle leaned down for a kiss before she could complain at her nickname, his muzzle twisting to the side so he could interlock with her feral snout. His tongue pushed roughly into her mouth as his hips ground against her, the base of his thick shaft pushing down between her folds. Her arousal smeared against him, coating the underside of her father's egg-fertilizer with arousal as she leaned up into the kiss, opening herself up for her daddy.

Bron's tongue pressed into the little dragoness' muzzle, pushing her own tongue aside to feel the soft flesh of her inner cheeks and deeper, shoving into her throat, cutting off her air. He held her there, _mrrrring_deeply into her gullet until he felt her four paws tense and push against his scales.

Alura gasped for air as he released her, her eyes seeing stars for a moment before her vision locked onto her dad's grinning black muzzle. She growled and tried to bite at his snout but his paw moved fast, moving from the couch to her face. The weight of him leering down on her kept her pinned to the couch.

"Mmrrrrrf," she growled between his claws, "despite telling me no for years you sure are eager!"

"I didn't tell you no because I didn't want you, my precious hatchling."

He grinned down at her. She was no hatchling - she was a fully grown dragoness attending university. But Bron had raised her since the day her egg had slid out of her mother's dying vent. He had watched her grow. Taught her to fly. She was his world, and his lust for her had only increased over time until it was boiling over, her incessant begging finally allowing himself to relent to his deepest desire.

Bron's paw groped over her muzzle, his thumb massaging between her eyeridges as his palm cupped her blushing cheek.

"Good girl," he growled as he repositioned his hips, his hindpaw pushing against the head of his daughter's former boyfriend. The gryphon's head provided nice leverage to push off of as he pushed forward, aligning his cock-tip between his daughter's hind legs. He paused, savoring the moment before pushing into his little dragoness for the first time after twenty-two years of admiring her tail. He let his weight fall forward, the tapered end of his penis dimpling her soft scales inwards before her flesh gave in to him, her vaginal walls sliding around his shaft as their bodies connected.

Alura _hisssssed_against her father's paw as he sunk his length into her, wedging his fat cock between her folds.

"Mrrrrawrr," she said, using her tail to push against the ground to raise her hips.

"Rrrrrrgh," her dad agreed, withdrawing back an inch before shoving forward, making the entire couch slide up against the wall with a soft thump.

Alura squeaked, biting down on one of her father's claws. Her vaginal walls rippled around his shaft, squeezing, coaxing inch after inch of his draconic cock into her body. He pulled back, withdrawing himself until just the tip of his twitching member remained, and surged forward, impaling her in one smooth motion.

"Ooooh!" Alura groaned, eyes rolling back in her head as she tried to focus through the haze of pleasure. "Oh my godddd... daddy..."

He pulled out slowly and pushed back again with slow, deliberate thrusts, each one eliciting gasps and grunts as he rutted her, the sounds of their slits meeting filling the room with schlicks and sspplrps.

"That's my girl," he growled down at her as their tails wound around one another's, keeping their bodies tight together. He let go of her muzzle and grasped at her shoulders, pushing her lithe form down on his cock with each thrust. Her heat enveloped him, surrounded him, threatening to push him over the edge too soon, so he stopped thrusting and just ground his hips into her, grinding their loins together as his cocktip rubbed against her innocent cervix, dribbling precum against the entrance to her womb.

"I love you daddy," Alura moaned, her muzzle turning to bite against his shoulder. She felt his tail tighten around hers as he resumed his short thrusts, his tip poking her in places she'd never been touched before. Each moment brought about a new wave of pleasure, a new sensation of being rutted she never could've imagined; her vision swam, unfocused, her muzzle bobbing to the motion of each push of her dad's cock into her pussy.

Her dad responded with a low growl as he continued to pound away at her, his claws digging into her shoulders. It was like a dream come true; she couldn't believe what was happening! After so long, after so many years...

"Daddyyyy..." Alura whimpered as his claws dug deeper into her flesh, pressing her even harder against him as he plunged into her, his cock throbbing inside her. She felt every twitch of his muscles, the wetness of her father's cock sliding over her sensitive nerves. The air filled with the sound of their slithering tails intertwined and the squelching sound of their bodies slamming together, the couch beneath them creaking and groaning as it threatened to collapse beneath the rutting dragons while the forgotten gryphfriend's body rocked back and forth against the floor, in time with the dragon's thrusts.

Alura panted, her toes curling and her back arching as she struggled to maintain control. Her brain swam, unfocused and fuzzy as her wings unfurled around her to their full length before curling inwards like her hindpaws in an awkward motion, the delicate membranes failing to fold properly as her overwhelmed body shuddered between waves of ecstasy.

"Hnnnggrrrrrl," she moaned, her wide eyes staring into the black abyss awaiting her through her father's scales.

"RRrrrraarrrgh," Bron snarled down at her, her spasming muscles sending him over the edge. His cock throbbing and pulsed inside her as he released into her womb, flooding her with the same seed that brought her to life.

Alura shuddered, her whole body going numb as her orgasm rocked her body. Her dad's cock twitched, his muscular tail pulling her own tail up with it as it flagged with each rope of cum deposited into her rippling slit. She squealed, her last breaths of air being used to squeeze and milk every drop of cum from her father.

She didn't just fade; the dragoness snarled and spasmed, her tail a squeezing vice around her dad's before it went limp. Her hips bucked and slammed upwards, excess seed gushing out of the bottom of her well-bred pussy before she let out a loud, choked gasp.

"AAAawwwrrrrggh," her muzzle fell to one side, her muscle control fleeing her body as her sex kept massaging her dad's shaft. His cock throbbed once more within her, pulsing and swelling as it continued to pump his cum into her until it finally subsided, leaving her limp and spent beneath her father.

"D-da..da..." her unfocused eyes saw past his muzzle, gazing up at nothing as her muzzle spewed half-formed words up at her father.

"Aren't you tenacious," he growled, grabbing both of her hind legs with his front paws. His hips rocked forward, shoving into her limp body so hard that it pushed her entire body up against the couch, her spine bending awkwardly as she gurrrgled and sputtered. Each thrust of his rock-hard cock squelched out another wave of cum from her overfilled pussy, splattering down around them until her whole body shook and jerked.

"Daaaaarrrsssargh!" she grunted before her head rolled back, her horns knocking against the wall as her heart finally gave out.

"That's my girl," Bron said as he pulled out of her, his seed following with a loud squelch as it oozed past her tailhole, onto her tail, and then the floor. He sat back on his hind legs, panting heavily and catching his breath. Their tails were still tangled together, the thick shaft of his still erect cock sticking up in the air, dripping with their combined fluids.

He placed a paw on her lower belly and pushed, watching his goopy hatchling batter spill from her pussy like an over-stuffed pastry. He dipped his paw in it and spread it around her tailhole, his claw dipping into her untouched asshole.

He had waited twenty-two years for this. He grinned down at her body, realigning his shaft with her tailhole. She'd stay warm for several more days, and she was all his.