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BESTIAL DELIGHTS

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Something had gone terrible wrong here, Neptune mused to himself. The campfire was still crackling, but the noble-feathered thief he had been tracking, Jax, was nowhere to be found. The water mage nudged at some torn scraps of leather on the ground, before crouching to pick them up. He peered at the sleek straps. They appear to have been stretched until they tore free of their rivets. He sniffed at them, then scoffed and threw them back down, standing back up. Jax would have hidden himself, if he had heard the bounty hunter approaching, but he can't imagine the thief tearing his own cock-straps apart. The vain little bird had spent far, far too much money getting it custom-sewn for himself - money that actually belonged to the crown!

Neptune looked around the campsite again. It was a strange place to camp, in the middle of a corn field. The plants waved, as high as the bluebird's head, and overhead the bright full moon shone half as bright as the sun. Why camp here? There was no place to go but up, and no place to hide except that tree.

Except it wasn't a tree. Neptune peered at it, and the feathers on the back of his neck ruffled in alarm as the tree moved, directly towards him, twenty feet tall and with arms spread wide as the night itself.

It stormed into the campsite, directly towards the mage, and Neptune took a step back. Fuck, that thing was HUGE. He lifted his trident, the head of it crystallizing with frost, but it was too late. Before he could even finish the single word it took to unload a freeze blast, the creature was on him, backhanding the trident away so hard that Neptune's right hand snapped at the wrist, his knuckles slapping hard against his forearm.

"NEPT-HOUWWWWWW-NE!" The massive creature howled, as it grabbed the mage by the chest. Neptune was wearing VERY little, and the single leather strap with its beautiful sapphire brooch was grasped, as was a handful of the chubby bird's pelt. The creature, which Neptune realized suddenly was a massive bird, a massive FALCON, squeezed down and lifted up, the bird hanging from the skin of his chest. Distantly, in the middle of all of this, he felt the brooch, the source of his magic, crack in half. Fuck.Kicking, squawking, he flailed in the air, trying to find purchase. He found something, all right, as he was sitting down on top of a rock. Neptune recognized two things almost immediately.

The scent was Jax. Not in the 'this thing ate Jax' way - no, this was Jax's scent, stronger and more powerful than Neptune had ever smelled it before, and secondly, that was not a rock. Neptune gawped down at the massive cock that jutted up, supernaturally hard, powerfully veined, and as dark as the night sky.

"N-nnnooooo-" Neptune stammered, prying at the fingers that were sinking into the flesh crunched up in that fist. "Stop, no, NO, you can't-" But he could. And he DID.

As the head of Jax's cock pressed into his buttocks, Neptune clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and invoked water form. Fluidity in all aspects. His body tingled, and just as the obscene, torso-sized cock jammed up into the bluebird's backside, the spell took. It would keep him from popping like a bubble, but it couldn't help with-

"AUUUYYAAGGGH!" Neptune screamed, unable to breath as the sheer amount of mass that pushed up inside him forced the balloons of his lungs to collapse, wheezing their air up into his throat. Neptune could survive this, but his body was not designed, or prepared for it, and the cock was pushing his insides out, into his outsides. The cockhead nudged up against the inner rim of Neptune's pelvis. For a moment, everything went still, as the beast grunted, not liking the hard, solid rim. Then, grasping Neptune by the neck, he pulled down and thrusted forward.

Neptune's colon, which had already split on both sides, had been pinched against the bony ring as well, and that split, the pressure pinching it off against the bone. Then, the pelvis itself split in half, pushing apart, the two halves scraping against werejax's shaft as he thrust his cock up through bird intestines, his cock brushing them aside like spiderwebs.

Neptune's stomach flattened, almost bursting before the mass of it was crushed up through the bird's throat, and he turned, hacking and hurling out the remains of his lunch. He couldn't breath, couldn't talk, watching his orange feathered belly and chest stretch out over a cock almost as wide as he was. He tried to push down at it, as he felt one rib after another pop free of his spine, with hard crunching tugging pops as the cock busted through his seams. He saw his magic-channeling cuff, on his left arm. His one, his ONLY Chance. He lifted his hand up, his eyes boggling, beak gritted in agony, and CAST the only spell he could.

Jax paused, as water condensed from the air around his head, congealing and blobbing together into a rounded ball that quickly enclosed and entombed his entire massive head. He shook his head, trying to shake it off, but it couldn't; fused and magically held in place. Not regular water. Different. Magic. He tried to bite it, but as soon as he opened his mouth again, it reformed. He tried to swallow it, but it just slid back out of his throat. He snarled, turning to the cockpuppet that had a hand raised, bluish energy shimmering along it. Bad toy. BAD TOY!

Neptune's left leg was dangling directly down, the pain of all that weight hanging from the muscles and nerves thundering out everything else. The right leg was hooked over werejax's arm, but twisted almost entirely all the way around, and his hip bone, his broken pelvis, was jutting out of his side. The hand around Neptune's throat let go, and instead wrapped around the whole of the bird's forearm.

werejax grabbed the magic trinket, snarling as it sparked against his fingers, and he threw the whole thing into the campfire. The toy squawked, and the water around his head popped, dissipating into the air as the source of magic landed in the firepit. werejax realized, then, that he had pulled a little too hard - the toy was staring at the torn flesh that had been his arm, now just a knot of bleeding muscles hanging down from a broken shoulder socket. The rest was gone.

Neptune was fucked, now. Completely fucked. The massive, ungodly amount of dick that was inside him started sliding back and forth. He could feel things inside him, soft things that he had kept safe in his body for decades, now being popped and burst, precious organs that he could not remedy or heal. Every single part of his torso was in pain, every muscle stretched past extension, every nerve on fire and every bone broken.

The sensation surpassed pain. It surpassed death, even, it was complete and total agony. There was no way to hate it because it was so completely incomprehensible. So Neptune did the only thing he still could. He came. His head lolled, looking down at the huge bulge that slid up, and down, his chest and belly inflating and collapsing in on itself with each hip thrust of the massive were-falcon.

His own cock was, admittedly, not even hard, and his balls were being bashed and nearly crushed against werejax's massive knot, but it was all intact. As werejax pulled out, the bird's fat shaft thumped down into the ruined, concave belly, hot seed spurting out in a warm thick pool. There was no way to actually spurt, those muscles were ruined, but the seed inside him could be crushed out, the pressure of that cock crushing up against his prostate doing all it needed to force every last bit of seed the bird had out onto his belly.

When werejax came, it was a completely different affair. He reared back, letting go of Neptune's chest and grasping the crunchy, ruined mass that used to be Neptune's hips, trying to fit his dick up inside his toy. That didn't work, though, because werejax's dick was wider than Neptune was. He roared in frustration, mad at his toy. Leaning down, the terrified, exhausted Neptune opening his mouth to scream as huge jaws opened up and descended down around his head.

Werejax clamped down, beak crushing those dislocated ribs back in against his cock. That was good. That did it. The extra tightness of his own mouth crushing that toy against his dick stimulated his dick, and he began to cum.

Which meant he didn't need the toy anymore. He lifted up, and Neptune felt his innards get sucked downwards as the seal that his crushed chest created against the huge dick caused pressure to pull his body inwards, a horrendous slurping sound as the structureless fucksleeve that used to be his body sullenly relaxed it's grip on werejax's dick. That cock got the beginning of a load out, filling and bloating up the bird's belly with scalding hot wereseed, before throbbing and flicking up against the were's own chest.

werejax humped, his dick rubbing against Neptune's belly, his chest, and the hot, virile pulses of his pleasure pushed against the flopping bird's broken body. Seed dropped out of his ruined backside in a single hot wet splat, stained pink and brown with liquified organs. werejax lifted up, relaxing his bite on the bird's chest to push him headfirst into that thick muscular throat. It gripped around his head, and Neptune could do nothing, nothing at all, except weakly sob as he plummeted down into that hungry gullet.

His shoulder cracked, his one arm crunched inwards as the werejax swallowed against him, and then he was slithering bonelessly, the thickest part of him already through the tightest part of the lycan's esophagus. When werejax bit down, just past his hips, he felt his loose, flopping legs fall off.

One was pinched off with the pressure, the other just needed that little bit more swinging pressure to tear free on its own. Neptune sank down, a torso and a head and an arm, feeling that hot slick tunnel squeezing and pushing, until his face mashed up against the belly's sphincter, his body accordioning down on top of itself.

His cock and balls, the only intact part of him, slapped down, resting on top of his inverted body, and as if that was the magical key werejax needed, that belly opened up, relaxing enough to let Neptune slide smooth and slickly into a mucus, hot, stinging sludge of acid and digesting... parts. There was no way to know, in the dark, what it was that werejax had eaten before finding Neptune, but he knew that he was tangled up with it now.

It was fortunate, in a way. as finding a relatively large part of the werejax's former prey gave Neptune just enough leverage, to barely, lift himself up, pulling his face up and above the surface of the slime, into the small amount of air that he had pushed down into the belly with himself.

His trinket was gone, his limbs were gone, his staff, everything that Neptune could use to help himself or call for aid. He was well and truly doomed, now. There was nothing that could save him, now. He refused to give up, though. Bleeding and mortally wounded, as he felt the slick acid slime slide up into his ruined, gaping, prolapsed backside, filling him inside and out with the hot gunk, he resolved to stay alive for as long as possible, if only to irritate the lycanthrope.

Something slid down into the stomach behind him, the bird's left leg, and more specifically his foot, pressing up against the wide flap of an ass that Neptune had been, at one point, quite proud of. There was no way to keep it from being slid up inside him. He was glad, only, that he couldn't feel the claws as they scraped along the inside of his abdominal walls.

The second leg was close behind.

Jax sprawled onto the ground, next to the campfire. He had had a good meal, and his belly was full. The falcon craw'd pleasantly, belching out air from deep inside, feeling the pieces of toy shifting slightly inside as the walls collapsed in around them. Heh.

Honestly, this was a good night. The vaguely sentient, conscious part of Jax, had thrilled at the power he had had over the troublesome water mage. He was tired of being a thief that hid. Now he was a thief who took EVERYTHING he wanted. It was a good life.

Sniffing at the air, he turned, seeing an arm in the campfire. The metal cuff still glittered on it, but all werejax was aware of was the delicious, sumptuous smell of roast bird meat. He reached for the arm, lazily, but it was just out of reach. Fine. It could cook a little longer, and in the meantime, werejax stroked his palms against his belly, crooning to himself with satisfaction. He could just nap like this. Close his eyes and doze.. perhaps others would come looking for him. Or for the bluebird in his belly. He reached down, gripping at the massive, oversized werenuts that he was suddenly blessed with.

Let them come.

He could come, again, too. The thought made werejax grin.

If his eyes had been open, though, he would have seen a long, noodly shape circling up in the air above him. Blasts of magic? Screams of pain? Roasted meat? No easier way to summon a dragon existed. It saw a huge, plump morsel just laying out in the open. The dragon dove.

werejax felt the wind swoop across the campsite, campfire sputtering. Eyes opening, he watched the corn around him bobbing and waving as something passed by. Something big. He was just realizing that there was someone else here, someone to rape and devour, when that someone slammed into his back. werejax squawked in alarm, feet dangling in the open air as he was scooped up off of his ass, lifted into the air, and dropped again just as quickly. He tried to put out his own wings, to land correctly, but he was already in the corn when they were only half extended. Heads of corn were sheared off, spraying up into the air above him as he crashed, hard, to the ground. Rolling in a clumsy somersault, he ended up on his back.

He lifted up his arms, stretching them in front of him, and was pleased that they were intact. Arms, wings, just scuffed, bruised, nothing serious.

This time, the dragon landed on him from in front. werejax saw the giant beast swoop out of the darkness, directly in front of him. He opened his beak to caw, but the sheer momentum of the dragon was immeasurable. It's forelegs smashed into werejax's shoulders, cannonballs destroying his joints and pulverizing the bones into almost dust.

werejax shrieked in alarm and pain, staggering up to his feet, the dragon clearing a swatch of corn with its tail. werejax was unable to grasp it, to hold on and bite at it, instead being caught up by the tail and flung through the air, slapped down on the ground again.

The sudden impact made his stomach slosh, as three hundred or so pounds of bird stewing inside of him rocked upwards with the impact, kicking him in the diaphragm. Winded, he struggled to sit up, as the big dragon tail swung upwards, and slapped down again, crushing his head and torso back to the ground. His beak shattered, folded painfully over itself, ripped up and off to the side as easily as a stubbed toenail. Raw red tissue exposed to the burn of the dark night's air.

werejax was dazed, now. For the first time as a lycan, he knew fear. Worse than anything he felt as a bird, the fear thundered through him, and he screeched pitifully up at the dragon that turned back towards him. It trundled up, stepping on the lycan's chest and belly. Inside werejax, Neptune gurgled as he was suddenly crushed inside his slippery, protective digestive goop. The slime foamed around him as he was churned inside it, coughing weakly.

For as big as the massive lycanthawk was, the dragon was easily three times as long, and three times as hungry. It grinned down at him, as it's massive cock, twice as large as werejax's own, nudged up against his feet.

The wounded beast instinctively recoiled, pulling feet away and kicking at the ground, but with that paw on his chest, this just made it easier for the dragon to get what it wanted. It covered werejax, and sank it's hips down, plunging it's own massive erection up into the writhing werebeast.

Now werejax knew the trauma it had inflicted on the gurgling, sloshing meal that used to be Neptune, as the dragon's spined, wickedly curving shaft bludgeoned up inside of him. He had no spell of water form, but he was a lycanthrope which meant regenerative powers. With his legs pinned, he kicked, fighting against the impalement that threatened to puncture into his own swollen stomach. Neptune, deep inside him, was crushed again, this time from a different direction, causing the fizzing, foaming acidic slurry to wash over him, a whole new tide of agony tickling along what nerves he had left.

The dragon hissed as werejax kicked at its knees, pain interrupting it's pleasured mating. A well placed kick thunked werejax's foot deeply into the swinging, scaled sack, and the dragon pulled back with a roar. How DARE this impudent rodent attack him so?!

werejax's arms had almost regenerated back at this point, and as that fat dick slid out from inside him, he scrabbled, crab walking backwards and away from the giant creature. He could fly, he just needed to get up, and out of range.

Paws pinned down his knees, sharp cracks as bones broke, the broken ends jutting messily up and out of the falcon's inner thighs. werejax screamed, reaching to stop the dragon as that huge maw went down towards his groin.

Jax loved having his nuts played with,and normally a long, sinuous dragon tongue, lapping and tugging at his balls would drive him crazy. This time, there were only teeth. They slammed together, catching most of werejax's meaty melons between them. Neptune had been terrified at the size of the towering figure's hyper-sized endowments. Now, though, fangs the size of werejax's palms speared through his flesh, shearing two thirds of each nut from the top third. It pulled back, flesh stretching, snapping and splatching slick sexual fluids against the dragon's lips as the prized masculinity of the massive creature was pulled free. A satisfied mouth opened, snapping closed again, and just like that, those balls were paste. Not even worth swallowing, just goo drooling out from the dragon's lower lip.

werejax could regenerate from that, but there was something so viscerally emasculating about having one's fat nuts ripped off by a dragon. It just took all the fight out of him.

The dragon gleefully glared at him, as it opened its mouth. It was like a game, letting werejax watch those massive fangs get closer and closer to his body before... SNAG

Weres can regenerate from many things, but not from having a limb torn off. werejax cried out, as his left leg was torn free, the powerful, muscular limb kicking and toes splaying spastically as the dragon chomped down and wrenched the huge limb free. It snapped it up, biting and crushing the flesh and bone down as it gulped and swallowed. There was so much more, though, so many large limps to eat. It bit down as the meatiest bulk of werejax's leg slid down its throat, teeth shearing through calves and bones entirely. The twitching footpaw landed on werejax's chest, a heavy thump before those jaws came down and took his arm as well.

werejax was lifted up into the air, feeling his body stretch, stretch too far and tear, ripping free and leaving him to flop back on the ground, sans arm. He cupped at it, trying to roll over onto his belly, trying to hop up, but the dragon's big paw crushed him down against the ground again.

He expected it to finish him, now. Whether through bite or fuck, jax was screwed. His groin bled against his thigh, his arm and leg stumps seeming magical lycanthrope blood into the torn stalks of corn plants. He heard the wet gulp of his arm being swallowed down. Nothing more than a bit of meat, a snack, for the big dragon.

werejax regretted ever setting off on this foolish plan. Why hadn't he been satisfied with stealing jewels and gems?! The big dragon nudged against his side, sniffing and huffing curiously. It lapped against the were's distended belly. It looked at werejax curiously, then opened its mouth wide.

"Oh, god, n-" but then the teeth came together, the dragon's jaws slamming shut with werejax's body caught between it. His chest was crushed, heart and lungs liquified instantly as the massive pressure collapsed his upper torso into paste, just like it had his balls.

Jax's arm and leg, his tail flexed, trying to fight something, but there was nothing there to control it anymore. As the dragon lifted the upper part of the were's torso away, it took the throat, and the upper part of his stomach with it.

Steam poured out from the heated stewpot that was werejax's stomach. Inside, Neptune's eye sockets, eyes long melted away, stared back up at him. He twisted his head, slowly, feeling the freshness of the cool air. He had no idea that his feathers had sluiced off with his skin, that bones peeked out of his collar bone, his severed limbs already melted away. All that he cared about was ... the open air. Freedom. He didn't know how, but he could survive this. All he needed to do, was move.

An arm wrapped around him. He could only barely feel it, but it was strong and flexible as it curled down into the goop and coiled around his body. He couldn't see the massive jaws that loomed just above him. He didn't realize it wasn't an arm, but a tongue. Neptune was not saved, of course. He was the maraschino cherry on the jax sundae. He felt himself lifted up, feeling all of the slime sloughing off him. Skin and fat sloughed off, as well, the poor mage looking like a half developed chick at this point.

"Thank you," he croaked, to his rescuer, as he felt himself lifted up. And then he was flying. Flying through the air, and he spread his wings, his broad, glorious, intact wings, to soar up into the sky and to freedom.

He never felt it as he somersaulted through the air, broken bones flailings limply, before the dragon's jaws snapped closed with him inside. He felt the thump of the back of the dragon's throat, and he felt himself tumbling, and rolling down into the dragon's belly, but one gentle compressing squeeze of the huge creature's gut, and Neptune was crushed, obliterated, his softened, weakened body rupturing and dissolving almost immediately. The bones and parts that were left, were kneaded and squeezed and massaged by the pieces of Jax, that the dragon swallowed down already.

The rest of werejax was picked over; there was a meaty, knotted cock, that was pleasantly chewy even after the owner had passed on. Another leg, good haunch meat there. Werewolves were, for lack of a better term, 'briny', and werefalcons were not much better. They'd do in a pinch, for a meal, but there are other, better selections to choose from.

Leaving the flayed, stripped corpse of the werehawk behind, the massive dragon sauntered its way back to the campfire. That was what had caught its attention, that smell. The thing inside it's meal had been tasty, but half digested meals always were. This was something special, though.

The dragon carefully pulled the bluebird's arm out of the fire. The bulk of it had been near the coals, and while everything that had happened had taken maybe twenty minutes, that had been enough time for the arm to cook through nicely. Settling down, the dragon carefully bit into the thickest, juiciest, hottest-cooked part of the arm. The flesh was crisp on the outside, but the inside was juicy, the steaming flesh peeling away from bone with the careful pull of the dragon's massive head.

He licked the piece of meat up, savoring the flavor of it against its tongue. Cooked meat was so rare, and this was a type of meat he'd never enjoyed before. He swallowed it, and bit into the roasted tricep. The muscle was tightly gripped by the blackened, crackling skin, but as it gently wiggled its snout back and forth, Carefully lifting it away, it nibbled at the flesh. Eyes closed, slowly slurping and chewing up the tender strip of flesh, the dragon savored the taste of the meat as it burst and drooled against his tongue.

"Oh, this is fantastic," he murmured. Eyes opening, he carefully pulled the femur free, and ate it as well. It was like a hard candy, the calcium bone a tough crunchy shell but when he bit through it, he had more of that delicious flavor, soaked and oozing out from inside the bone. "Yes, this is lovely."

The forearm was next, and the hand. He carefully bit the magical trinket, snorting as it discharged into his mouth. A blob of water, or something, materialized, drawn from the drool and the steaming juices of the severed arm. It collected in the air, and the dragon snapped it up, swallowing the whole blob of it together. It was... unique. A special little treat, a dessert even for his fine meal. Then he went back to the forearm, pulling the golden cuff free and casting it aside.

The rest of the arm, he stuffed into his mouth. It was so flavorful, so textural and pleasant, he couldn't just eat it. He slurped at it, drawing the flavor out of the meat, as he settled in for the evening. There was no need to go flying around; he had had a delicious meal. He could enjoy his little aperitif, and see what the morning brough.

The last bit of Neptune began to break down in the dragon's mouth, as fingers were thoughtfully, carefully licked and tugged off of the cooked palm, crispy digits savored and appreciated. He may not have been much of a bounty hunter, but it turned out he was exceptionally good at cooking.

A few days later, the campfire was out. The dragon was gone. The corn had mostly straightened itself back out, though of course some of it was completely ruined. The farmer who 'owned' the land surveyed the abandoned campsite. Shredded clothes? À campfire? Some kind of orgy? he could smell the scent of cum, rancid in the hot summer morning's clear air. The damp, crusty soil indicated where.

"What's this, though?" He approached what seemed to be a couple people, sleeping together. Or at least, was it people? Cuz that looked like a leg. Like, just a leg. And that there's an arm, and- "Holy shit!"

The farmer scrambled backwards, as rats jumped out from the rotting, ruined carcass that had been jax. There wasn't much to identify him by, at this point. Before the rats, there had been vultures, skunks, and coyotes. His pieces were scattered around the area that he had died, too big to be dragged off. As the farmer calmed himself down, and stepped forward, he heard a dry, crunching sound under his foot. He looked down, seeing a shattered skull looking up at him.

"Oh sweet mercy," he muttered. It was an avian, of course. A beak next by, and a series of other bones, all bleached pure white, gleaming in the bright sunlight. These were not remnants that had been picked over. Whatever, or whoever, these bones belonged to, had been digested. Digested entirely.

He picked up the golden cuff. Chewed, scorched, and crushed by some unimaginable force, it nevertheless had the sigil of the Bounty Hunter's guild. The farmer sighed. His friend, Neptune, had been desperate for money, and had gone to the big city to join the bounty hunter's league. As he frowned, sadly, at the digested remains of some unfortunate hunter who had clearly gotten in over his head, he wondered if Neptune was having better luck with his hunt, wherever he was. He was such a handsome bird... and the farmer smacked his lips as he thought about how tasty the male's cream had been, pulsing in hot, masculine spurts down his throat.

"I hope you found a throat that could handle ya, stud," He mused wistfully, as he tossed the broken skull back onto the pile. He grimaced at the mass of rotting meat that had once been Jax. How was he gonna clean THAT all up?