FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Reuploaded version of Part 2 of the pride series.

___

Lathera spent an uneasy day within the confines of the quetzalcoatl's lair, the first few moments spent trying to keep the animals seed from staining her thighs. It was an almost desperate bid to erase the sensory memories and his scent that had marked itself along fur and feathers both until they felt sticky and abused. Yet all she did was smear it about, her fore paw able to slide down to try and wipe it away ended up coated until she was in a worse position then she had been, the sharp scent of the winged serpent even closer to her beak this way. Yet the only way she could get it from her was so repugnant that she refused to do it; to lick herself clean like an animal and be forced to taste him.

A few hours into his slumbers the coils had loosened and soon pushed against the edges of the cavern, despite the fact he seemed asleep the thickness of his coils purposefully blocked the three tunnels she could easily escape from. Wings fluffed up so that the feathers added to the living wall that surrounded her and seemed to give off wave after wave of heat. It was only then that she found out what she was standing on wasn't earth of stone, but metal. The coins sent scattering from under her paws when she settled down and her head jerked about trying to find out what it was he had formed his home under.

Moss that grew along the pillars of stone cast of a faint blue-green light that illuminated just enough of the cavern to let her experience what was hiding here. Coins of a sort she didn't recognize dominated most of the floor, but jutting up at odd angles were larger pieces that could barely be made out. She was able to see a heavy bowl in one instance, the curve of some sort of headdress with moldering feathers that had once been inserted into it. Spear tips with wood rotting on what had been their handles and a heavy stone table that even in the dim light she could make out the sight of intricately carved figures. Nothing like the natural grace and realistic quality of art she was accustomed too, the figures were more stylized then that. There was a suggestion of a beast's body, of wings and fangs, the spots of a great cat, the curl of a tongue. It was with a shudder that she saw broken white bones towards the edges, the eyeless skull with the jaws gaping in a grin towards her. Nearly six skeletons in all were scattered around if she went by a skull count.

Yet, through all of those distractions, her eyes kept sliding back towards the figure of a creature out of legend. The lights of the place cast a glow along his side that made him more sharply come into view, but not fully. So each time he shifted something new came into view. More feathers that ran along the edge of his tail, the sight of the feathered tufts that were apparently his ears rising up from the massive crest and the line of ridges that ran from above his brows to along either side of his muzzle and nostrils. The great sides heaved up and down with each steady breath and she could even make out where parts of the stone had been polished by the constant rubbing of his scales. The Quetzalcoatl must have lived here for centuries by himself, surely someone in all that time would have seen him if he ventured out of his home.

She mourned, in some place inside her, the fact that she couldn't just enjoy the moment. All her life she had spent relishing the old stories of when the settlers had first come to this land. At the time they had seemed to weave tales of places and beings of wonder and enchantment, long dead races that had existed only in the enduring romanticism of stories. Most of all she had savored the idea that the women had stood along side the men in those far off days. When they had first settled and found a hostile environment they had needed everyone to try to conquer it.

She let her head drop a little, tilting it to avoid her sticky fore claws while trying to let her mind drift away from the anger and the cold fear in her stomach that the beast would wake up hungry. Or worse decide to give her another try, her stomach clenching up and her talons convulsively clenching into the dirt beneath her form. Forcing her mind back to remembering what she'd read. There the girls were not pampered priestesses or scholars, not wives in the home who took care of accounting and daily chores. No they were as much the heroes of legend as the men were, striving out and conquering the land that held beasts no one had ever encountered. There were great dragons and serpents, gryphons and strange bull-like men, nothing at all like the tame animals that they had left behind them in their homeland.

Despite herself, Lathera slowly started to waver in her consciousness, feeling her eyes growing heavy and hooded. Her long journey, fighting the storm and her rape had drained her body of energy so that she finally lowered her eyes completely and let out a hiss of breath. Her mind drifted, carried away on the golden hoard of the beat that held her captive. Lying asleep on the fortune and pride of a conquered people, filled still with their holy beast's seed, a whisper, a ghost, a spirit of the magic they once had seized her dreams and took hold of her mind completel.

++++

Lathera "awoke" in a world of brilliant greens and the red of flowers opening to the sun that penetrated the jungle with spears of light. It was a world of noise, from the birds crying to the morning light to the sound of monkeys howling and whooping above her. For a moment her heart swelled with relief, ready to believe she had fallen asleep under a tree and dreamt her capture. She stood up, not on four legs, but two seemingly returned to her human form. She felt giddy with relief, not even the lack of her pack and supplies stopped it. A dream, an erotic, horrifying dream, but a dream none the less. Nothing had happened to her, she'd just had a dream brought about by the storm and reading too many legends!

"HELP! HELLO!" She raised her voice in a demanding shrill call through the forest, even that sound not enough to stop the morning chorus.

She cast around for her pack, but unable to find it set off towards what looked like a clearing. If she lost her pack, she was confident enough in her own skills as a hunter to get by on her own. The jungle was full of food and weapons were easily made if one knew how the properly find what was needed. She felt her lips curl up in a smile, let Sirana sit in her elegant tower and palace and worry about what she should braid into her hair or what lord should she let call upon her. Lathera would be a shapeshifter she would come to envy and her name would only be a shadow in the great tale that would one day be told about the girl. A fitting end for a woman unable to see past her own nose.

The branches seemed to melt away from her, giving her the feeling that the jungle welcomed her and invited her deeper into it's heart. The feeling only given further evidence when the stumbled into the 'clearing' that was actually a well worn road that twisted around in on itself. Not even a hint of green was on it, which meant it was regularly used if the jungle hadn't claimed it yet and she set off on a brisk pace choosing a route randomly. Her confidence building as she enjoyed the day, an hour passing along the worn road before she came to the heavy stone walls of a city. A set of guards leaned against the gate looking almost bored, each one a dark rich brown color with dark chin length hair and wearing what looked like a belt and tunic made of leather and feathers.

"Hello!" She called out, trying to stop the sound of relief in her voice, "What town is this? I'm Lathera, student of Sirana, journeying towards the city of Enthlon."

The pair of guards didn't even flicker their eyes towards her, they remained leaning against the wall staring towards the road. She frowned to herself and her brow furrowed before calling out her introduction again and paused a few feet in front of them. Rude beyond belief, she also felt a seething anger that they'd ignore her. She opened her mouth getting ready to deliver a scathing dress down to both of them before she forced it to shut. It was probably a remote village, gods know what they believed, they might just think women only had one place. It took a strength of will to march forward and pass them, the hair at the back of her neck raising as she waited for one of them to draw a blade or bar her way. But they didn't stir or even follow her path with their eyes, they simply kept staring towards the opening of the jungle around the road.

Lathera forced her temper to cool as she entered a city that seemed more primitive then anything she'd ever dreamed of. The streets were narrow, not even enough room for a cart, let alone the heavy carriages most nobility favored. The people were dressed in what looked like coarse wool dyed in brilliant eye blinding colors and leathers, not a hint of silk or the heavy boots that the men used. And strangest of all not a single horse was seen, not a cart horse pulling a hay wagon or even a child's pony or mule. "It must be one of the far outposts, they're all but savages." She thought to herself. The entire town left her with an eerie feeling, not one person stopped to gape at her or question her, in fact they seemed to ignore her completely as if she were a wandering ghost.

It was the ear splitting roar and drums that stopped her wandering search for an inn, the roar itself came from the skies so loudly that the earth seemed to shudder beneath her and she fell down to her knees. On the heels of it came the heavy booming of drums that echoed around the town, leaping outwards to bounce back from the valley's hills. Her eyes cast upwards instinctively, she couldn't even say why she did look up into the sky for the source of the roar when in her experience nothing large enough to make that sound existed that could fly.

"Gods...your image before me." She breathed out.

The ridge of the valley erupted in color, the wings straining into the sky flashed red and orange, blue and green, purple and yellow in a grouping that should have been jarring and gaudy. Instead it was if jewels had been spun into feathers, their glittering beauty a banner over the sky as they framed the sinuous expanse of a serpentine body. Closer it came, the wings folding and dropping towards the lowest point of the valley, the scales a blue-green that put the clear sea to shame. It was terror and beauty, hope and despair all mixed together in her heart as the serpents body twisted in on itself in flight. Nothing like that should fly! It was impossible, yet it was held aloft all the same and around her the villagers looked up with eyes wide with joy and fear.

Lathera clenched her fists together, it was a Quetzalcoatl, the creature she had dreamed about. Was her dream a premonition? She started to question her own sanity when suddenly the people around her stirred and turned to start in on a path that lead through the town towards the center. Two of them coming straight towards her and she moved to dodge, but couldn't completely get out of her way. To her horror she watched as their forms walked through her entirely, the edge of her body shimmering and going transparent as they passed out the other side. The girl moved her hands down to feel against her stomach, her sides, she felt the smooth warm skin of her body, but it hadn't been corporeal a moment before!

"A dream. I'm dreaming." She finally stated out loud, a cold clench happening in her belly when she realized that this was the dream, then it meant what she'd endured was reality. That her body was curled up in a cavern with an animal that had raped her and captured her for his own. She might have stayed there, refused to move and simply dwelled on what was happening in the real world had she not felt a tug on her being. It was slight at first and then more demanding until her legs moved and stumbled, forced forward to follow the people that were crowding ever closer to the center.

The drums kept pounding out their song, vibrating her ears and with a start she felt herself being pushed by some unseen force towards the front of the crowd and found herself a few feet from the animal that had raped her. A sick feeling entered her stomach as she stared at him, but for all of that there was also unwilling admiration for him. The body had scales larger then her hand, some as long as her arm, each one seemed dusted with silver towards the tip so that he seemed a beast made of jewels and glass.

The Quetzalcoatl had coiled himself around a massive altar, his wings spread open as he jerked his head from side to side viewing the humans that surrounded him. Many dropped down to all fours upon the ground and bowed low, the sound of a foreign tongue spun around the air in a musical chant. The ones that stood up before him were dressed in long flow cloaks made of the same colored feathers as the creatures crest and wings, gold pectoral decorations laid upon their chests only set off the bronze of their skin. She couldn't understand their words, but what she did understand was one person pushing up a barrel in front of him loaded with fist sized chunks of rich dark red meat.

The beasts head lowered to snap up a few bites of the meat, some signal must have passed between himself and the priests for their arms lowered and young girls came up with bowls of oil and clothes and began to work upon his scales. Showing no fear they crawled upon him and worked over each scale to oil and burnish it until the beasts throat swelled with a crooning noise of approval. The worshiped the animal as if he were a god! The outrage she felt at a mere animal being elevated to such a stance surprised her, yet she found it hard to blame them. He was a being that seemed immeasurably great and ancient, the eyes that were larger then her hand spun with streaks of molten gold and his head moved in swift bird like movements.

The scene changed, it roiled like water that had been disturbed so that Lathera dropped down to one knee to balance herself and closed her eyes to stop herself from being sick. When the motion had stopped she dared to crack open one of her eyes to find herself staring at the same town center but it had changed. The priests body was cast over the altar and as she watched another was thrown there and the harsh sounding language of her people rang out commanding the men who stepped forward each one gripping an egg that was as large as a lamb. The round egg was a deep blue color, so dark it almost looked like the night sky and perfectly round.

"Crush them, they are of no use to us." The terse command came out, "Why they thought they should die for them is beyond my reasoning."

To her horror the soldier slammed the egg down onto the earth and another joined it. The watching villagers moaned as if in pain as the beautifully formed shells cracked and she jerked her eyes away to stop from seeing the destruction having a sinking feeling where those eggs were from. More orders came and a harsh laugh as a few of them jested about being fed for the next month as men with ropes started to pull and drag at something along one of the streets. She could see one old woman with tears rolling down her face, murmuring something under her breath, perhaps a prayer before Lathera saw what the soldiers were dragging.

The once proud feathers were burned and broken along the tail, arrows studded the length of beast and chipped scales. Ropes had been attached along it's form as nearly a dozen soldiers heaved and strained to pull it into the center of town where it had once alighted in a living glory of color. The head was the worst, the great crest had been plucked free of the glittering feathers and it's once spinning golden eyes were fogged over and sightless. The jaws gaped until the long tongue was dragged in the dust behind it. She felt herself choke out a sob and then shudder it out again helplessly, her former woes forgotten before the world roiled under her once again.

The city changed into fire and lightening, the screams of soldiers and horses both as the night sky was orange with flames raising up into the air. The crashing of buildings as an enraged roar flooded the air and a massive tail splintered a building to her left making her dive, even though the falling debris just went through her instead of hitting her. Soldiers in half armor ran about screaming and shouting orders and as one ran within five feet of her a wedge shaped head snapped into view and her last sight of the man was the head snapping back and throat convulsing. Before she could figure more than that the world changed again making her stomach start to feel sick.

The city was destroyed, the jungle had stretched forth it's fingers to claim what was rightly it's own. The great stone houses were cracked and torn asunder as vines coiled their way upwards and the streets were coated with thick moss that showed not a hint that it had once been a great road that had penetrated into the jungle. Even trees had started to strain up towards to the sky. She crouched there with her heart pounding in her throat and her ears while she tried to calm it down. The sense of terror and grief slowly melted into tension as she waited for something to happen, some new horror to rear up from it all.

There was a keen noise and a scrape of scales on stone as the beast's head raised up from the grasses and dumbly pushed against the cracked stone altar and snuffed around it. The golden eyes swirling faster and faster as he cast his blunt nosed head back and forth and keened out again, a higher piercing note to the skies above him until the last note died with an almost moan. He stopped and tilted his head as if straining and listening for an answer before going back to his nosing through what was left of the cities heart. His scales dulled and his crest was left flat against his head as if it was too much to raise it up again. The animal didn't even know the city was dead, there were no humans left. No humans and no hint of his other kind.

Lathera almost felt his grief at her own had she not had the fresh memories of being held down and the stab inside of her body as he took her and ignored her struggles for freedom. She hardened her heart as best that she could as the beasts jaws opened up and wrapped around the altar and clenched down around it so that it scraped against the fanciful designs edged into it. She watched the muscles of the neck strain and bulge as he threw his weight backwards against it and the stone cracked and crumpled around the edges before being ripped entirely free with a tumbling of stone and dust towards the ground. The beast twisting and arching about with his coils as he turned his head away from the rising sun and started back through a well worn path. And her vision wavered yet again in the now all too familiar roiling of the dream world around her and started to darken.

++++

Kheperu stirred in his sleep and finally roused himself from the satiated feeling that had over come him. No longer did he feel tense and full of some unnamed want, but instead enjoyed a languid feeling of fulfillment and when he raised his head his tongue tasted the hot tang of sex still hanging in the air. That scent made him let out a deep croon inside of his throat, thrumming outwards with his pleasure as he twisted his wedge shaped head towards the feather and furred ball that had been his unwilling partner.

He lowered his nose to snort and snuff against her side so that the hot blast of air ruffled the feathers and his pupils grew larger as he took in the stiff sticky state of a few of them. His scent mingled with her own to the point that they were one head experience to his flickering tongue. The dark tips probed against her neck and moved down her shoulder in a wet line serving only to make her stir in her sleep and make a few strange noises. There was a stab of annoyance that she wasn't awake, a sleeping hen was no good to him.

The Quetzalcoatl though soon overlooked her torpid state as he started to snuff his way down her body an inch at a time, going beyond his own rich musk that permeated the feathers and fur to the bodily scent of her. Spicy female scent, the damp scent of feathers and the hotter scent of her body warmed skin beneath them, a faint disturbing scent of something from distant memories that made his throat vibrate with the edge of an aggressive growl. His eyes finally lidded as his tongue flickered in and out, brushing her hip and then back into his muzzle and out once more, ruffling up the fur as he tried to find the one scent he sought after. The hot estrus scent that meant he could keep her and breed her again, to fill her womb full of his eggs, but the strangeness of her species lacked the pheromones that would attract his kind.

Out of desperation to find that scent he forced his nose up and under the sleeping gryphons haunches and sent his tongue out to push into her folds. The salty musk of himself yes, but he wasn't looking to taste her, he sent his tongue out further and further until it was pushing up against the barrier to her egg chamber and started to force into it. The pressure peeling back that bottle neck opening until he crowded the chamber with his tongue itself and started to lick in slow deliberate strokes inside of her to try and see just how giving that inviting place could be when stressed.

++++

Lathera's dreaming held her captive as the darkness flowed over her and for a moment she felt a rush of panic. Was she dead? Dying? Had the beast snapped her neck and eaten her down while she lay helpless and asleep? It seemed an eternity before a sensation started to stir her, a sore aching full feeling and the noise of something wet happening, a lewd slurping sound and then she felt a sudden stab that made her stir from her sleep and her head jerk up. Her belly felt stuffed and aching and a hot rush of breath blasted of her haunches as she shrilled out a noise and jerked her wings up.

She'd awoken to feel the slimy and twisting tongue pushing into her form, coiling and rubbing inside of her belly making her feel almost sick to her stomach. No, it wasn't rubbing in her belly, she could feel the thick girth of the tongue pushing into her cunny and her walls clenching around him as the tongue worked around past her cervix. Even more terrifying she could feel and a jerk of her head revealed she could see the tongue bulging out her stomach visibly when it pushed a bit harder. The tip of it starting to work about in slathering licks so that she let out a screech and hiss before giving a jerking twist and her wings snapped against her side while she jerked herself forward. Her ear tufts flattened against her head at the disgusting wet noise and feeling of her muscles cramping when the tongue pulled out of her passage and she turned to bristle at the beast.

"Get the hell away from me." She screeched out, her eyes locked on the creature even as the knowledge of what she'd just 'dreamed' gave her another view of the beast.

The draconic head raised up and that disgusting tongue lapped along the edges of his muzzle before being pulled inside. The golden eyes locked upon her body, almost she could think it intelligent when he gazed at her in that considering manner and then he gave a short snort and pulled his head back. The coils of his body started to shift and move, flashing in the light cast from the bioluminescent moss as she could see how the belly scales pulled together and the muscles rippled while he drew his head back into a pose that was almost bird like.

"I said get away! Go back." She shrieked again, fluffing up all her feathers in an attempt to make herself look larger then she actually was and hopped forward a step in an attempt to bully him to move away from her.

+++

Kheperu considered the strange creature in front of him as those strange noises came from her beak and pulled his head back until his chin rested upon his neck scales. Her taste lingered on his tongue as well as the memory of the way he had been able to stretch her womb outwards with just a small amount of pressure. It hadn't even felt as if it were about to tear or cause her pain, and in his primitive mind he was already forming how to make sure this female would swell. After all, as long as she wouldn't break, it was only limited to how much he could put inside of her to ensure a successful breeding.

When she bristled and leaped towards him as if challenging his dominance he raised his great crest until the feathers trembled against his head and hissed back. A venomous sound that spilled over his teeth and caused his tongue to lash out at the air, gaping his jaws wide to let her look at the deep crimson maw and the rows of teeth. His muscles tensed, feathers raised up high in his display before he struck out like the snake he resembled and snapped his teeth to one side of the gryphon making her leap backwards. Before she could gather her courage his jaws snapped at the other side, driving her backwards with the threat and more of the strange sounds came from her beak.

The very sound of them started to enrage him for no reason, like a hundred stinging darts against his hide they irritated and made his lips curl backwards so the next snap almost caught her tail in his rage. He twisted his head around and snagged her by the back of her neck like a whelp that needed to be taught a lesson, the only thoughts in his head one of anger and need mingling together freely. She twisted in his grip but his coils wrapped up and his tail hooked around her forelegs and forced them together as she was forced over the stone altar he normally slept around.

She screeched out and struggled but the stone beneath her was tall enough her foot paws couldn't reach the ground and another coil slipped over her back and pushed down to keep her wings pinned into place. He hissed again, a sound of warning from her and watched as her tail jerked down between her legs in a frantic attempt to coil up and between them to hide them from view. His muzzle dropped down and he peeled back his lips to nip sharply at the base of her tail, pinching against the skin and tugging slightly.

++++

Lathera's mind was almost frozen for a moment in fear as the beast shoved her over the altar, so close were the memories of her 'dreams' that she could almost smell blood and smoke coming from the stone. That thought short lived as the tail forced her forepaws together and another slammed down against her back to pin her in place. The cold stone bit upon her stomach and chest, realizing he meant to use again for his pleasure and a whimper came from her beak as she jerked her tail down to try and hide her aching sex. Feeling the fur pressing down against the wetness that his tongue had left behind when he had awoken her from her unsettled sleep.

The nipping teeth shocked her most of all as they pulled against the fur at the base of her tail, the breath teasing against her so that she twisted around. Her ears going flat against her head and she seemed to deflate as the feathers were pulled tight against her body. She spat out a series of curses at the creature until the teeth paused and the tongue lapped out briefly against her, rubbing up her spine so that the feather and fur were being pulled against the grain.

"Let me go, beast!" She managed to snarl out, her eyes flashing with rage and fear, she knew what was going to happen and the ache of her body dreaded it.

The form twisted and arched about her, the head sliding up until she felt it gripping behind her neck and scruffing her once again. The bruises he had left behind before still ached and his grip just aggravated the feeling again so that she clenched her eyes shut. All too soon she felt the slippery tip rubbing up against her inner thighs, grazing along the fur until she was twisting herself around and clenching her tail down tighter in an attempt to protect herself. The jaws on the back of her neck shifted, spreading open wider until they gripped her neck itself. The teeth biting against the curve of her neck so that her next breath came as a wheeze and the jaws tightened again until she barely was able to suck in the next breath.

Lathera thrashed against the altar wildly, trying to get another breath in only to feel the teeth clenching tighter stopping her from sucking in any air. Her eyes bulged in her terror and she struggled and tried to snap open her wings as her beak gaped open wider and her tongue protruded out. In it all her tail snapped and relaxed as the need to breath overwhelmed every thought in her mind and it wasn't until the tapered hard tip pushed up against her folds and the jaws relaxed did she realize what he'd done. He'd treated her like a willful female, another animal that had to be taught a lesson to behave when a male wished to breed.

+++

Kheperu let his temper dim down when the gryphons tail relaxed away from her sex, his cock drooling out copious amounts of precum that ran down his girth. Letting her breath in swift wheezing noises while her beak stayed latched open, her form shaking from her fright and his jaws released her completely and pushed under her side. The slender nose easily bumped under her chest and raising it up so that it ran over his neck and he started to twine his coils around her once more, raising her form up from the altar.

The thicker coils of his neck came first, pushing her upwards from the altar in his hold as a ripple shuddered down his sinuous body. The tip of his girth caught against her opening and rubbed against it, feeling the enflamed outer lips kissing against the slippery wetness of his tip before he started to sink in. The time he took it slowly, stretching the taut channel open to wrap around him completely and felt the muscles spasm down in reaction. He ignored the sobbing choked noise the hen gave in reaction to the penetration and instead roiled his coils upwards until another inch started to push into her, the drooling precum rubbing inside of her.

Instead of letting her touch the ground the Quetzalcoatl forced her backwards, the thick coil around her chest keeping her upright and the coils below wrapped around her stomach before they curled over her haunches and between her legs revealing the purple-black girth of his cock. His tail never leaving her forepaws or letting them free as she was cushioned by his body and another ripple passed through him before edging the first of the ridges into her body. The pinching of the skin suddenly making her buck and struggle in the bonds of his body, with the only response a warning squeeze and the tail tip wrapping up and around her beak to seal it shut.

++++

Wrapped up in living bondage, the great scaled creature had positioned her until her eyes were forced to take in just how large that shaft was. Her legs spread open awkwardly to either side as she could feel the dread each time the muscles tensed and a few more inches pushed inside of her. Wet and splattering precum until her eyes almost teared up in impotent fury at being used like this, the only thing that made it bearable was the thickness of the coils stopped her from being able to see what he was doing to her aching sex.

Lathera could just feel it, her muscles spasming in protest as they were spread open again, the bruised inner muscles being shoved aside to the point that she wanted to scream out in pain. The beast didn't thrust or buck into her with furious feral desire, it seemed more intent on making sure she knew what each inch felt like. Each time a ridge popped into her she muffled a scream and tried to open her beak around the tail that sealed it shut, the ridge ran over her g-spot or worse pinched against her clit until her hind legs kicked in the air. Not simply out of pain, but it sent a shudder of pleasure through her body so that she started to clench harder around him.

She knew not all that wetness was his, her body began to lubricate itself simply out of self defense. At least that's what she told herself as another inch pushed in, growing thicker all the time until she felt the plump outer lips thinning down in an attempt to hold on around him. Her body writhing in the scaled grip and the muzzle pushed up against her side and ear, the obscene sound of shallow panting heard and when her eyes caught sight of the muzzle she saw the twin tipped tongue lolling out of his jaws.

The scales pinched and pulled at her body, gripping against her feathers and flexing against her while finally the girth pulled back again and she shrieked out a noise of shock. Each one of those ridges pulled out of her, stroking over the precum soaked silken walls and strumming over her g-spot as she tried to stop her back from bowing and her toes from curling. A spasm of unwilling pleasure ran through her and she felt sick to her stomach at it, caught in an animals coils it was all she could do to not start grinding back.

The thrust inwards though just brought out a flash of pain as more shoved into her and she felt something shifting inside of her channel. Bumping up against her cervix before the great serpent hissed out and tensed up and started sharp short shallow thrusts against her. The knot bumped almost against her folds, but he didn't try to go any deeper then what he already was. Each tug back made her body clench down almost painfully tight as if molding around him, the disturbing push against her cervix came every now and then causing her to hiss out a muffled protest.

+++

Kheperu let savored the tight passage that wrapped around his girth, the heat of her swallowing him was only increased by the clenching feel of the muscles trying to pull him in deeper. The delicious wetness that was sluiced off by the very tightness of her body left his dark cock gleaming wetly in the light as he started to thrust inside of her. His jaws gaped open as wide as they could and he tried to control his breath as the great golden eyes went distant. The desire to slam entirely into her and rut her hard and deep again welled inside of him, but the deeper and more demanding want to breed overcame that want.

He had more options to breed then a simple splash of his seed inside of a fertile female, his kind had always been few. So few that other males and older females past the age of being able to enter estrus could be used to carry young. The unique design of the ridged and knotted shaft hid a bone flesh covered spine inside of it, slender enough that it's only function was to spear past the cervix. He felt the second opening of his shaft spread as it started to push out and probe inside of the struggling gryphon and he clenched his scales down harder in warning.

A female of his own kind would have been larger, large enough to sheath himself inside of her and lock her in place while the ovipositor would be forced outwards to penetrate her cervix. Yet the beast adapted himself and each thrust pushed out the slender dark spine further from his tip and started to dig against spongy barrier while he started to dribble out more and more of his precum. The clear drooling liquid spilled out around his girth so that he could feel it trailing along the curve of her haunches and onto his scales.

++++

Lathera felt something dig against her cervix, at first she thought the tip of him was about to slam into her but it felt different. It was hard, slender and it rubbed against the opening and slipped into her causing her to jerk her head and shake it against the hold of the tail around her beak. Her shriek raising in pitch as the great serpent hissed out his pleasure and gave a sharper thrust that melded the base of him against her folds. The crown of his cock pushed up against her cervix, she felt it digging against her as the thin spine speared into her womb itself making her arch her body.

Her eyes were wide, bulging as she looked down at the slimy girth and the spread vent that it had pushed out of. She couldn't figure out what was in her, but the base of him was swelling out and growing larger. The stomach muscles seemed to ripple and she panted shallowly in fear waiting for him to erupt in a sticky wash inside of her body again when the knot at his base moved. Her feathers raising up as she watched the 'knot' being pushed downwards until it was straining against her folds, the swell narrowing down while her body was stretching further open then before.

With a screech she felt it shove into her, the cock pulsing and jerking inside of her while something thick and hot oozed into her womb itself. The bulge being pushed up along her folds made it feel as if she were being split in two while her legs spread open all the wider. It was roughly as large as a orange and seemed more like an oval then fully round and her ear tufts flattened and she shook her head back in forth in denial as it crammed up against her cervix. The beast groaned and gave shallow thrusts, the coils clenching over her chest and beak until it was almost painful, but not enough to distract from the fact her cervix was being peeled open.

The tender flesh forced open more then it ever should be apart from birth as the ovid pushed through it. She watched in horror as another bulge was starting already at the base of the cock and her hind paws kicked at the air, claws bared as the pain built up in her belly. The ovid seemed stuck in her cervix and a tear rolled out of her eyes before a sharper thrust from the animal forced it past and she felt the thudding weight in her lower belly as whatever it was erupted from the very tip of the spine and when the scales shifted she could see a slight roundness that outlined it.

++++

Kheperu tensed up the second set of testicles inside of him, though rather then virile sperm they were heavy with thin shelled eggs. The orgasm was drawn out, pleasure rippling through him as he forced the eggs to shift and shove upwards along the ovipositor that ran the length of his cock. The spine already was flooding that womb full of nutrient rich goo, over filling it and ripening it to take his eggs. They were infertile by themselves, but once in contact with another's DNA it would pull it in and start to grow larger combining the two to form a viable egg.

The first had almost been too much for her, his upper coils clenching her jaws shut to stop her from biting as the leathery mottled egg dropped into her belly and the ovipositor left a hot rush of more fluid over it while it started to take root. Already the second was pushing up from the base of him making him hiss and arch himself upwards trying to thrust to help it along. The muscles that ran the length of him clenched and rippled with contractions that pushed the egg on until he felt the tightness of her spreading around it and the sudden muffled scream announcing it had pushed into her channel.

He moved the coil that had wrapped around her stomach, shifting it until he could see her stomach and watch the bulge pushing up the slender passage. Her walls seemed to suckle and clench around him, alternately protesting and trying to pull around him as the egg slid deeper and he hissed sharply as it pushed from the tip of him spread open her cervix. The ovipositor straining around it and he gave a harsh thrust into her that made her shriek and struggle, her hind legs splaying open obscenely wide before the mottled egg joined the first one inside of her womb.

++++

Lathera's terror came at her in waves, being held down in raped by the beast had been horrifying, but this had taken on a new level. She could feel another egg pushing into her, worse she watched as another pushed just behind it as the best seemed intent to fit more then one inside of her. Her hind legs kicked at the air as she arched her back and pulled at the tail gripping her forelegs in place. Her walls ached, they bruised and it felt as if he were ripping her in two when the third egg forced it's way in and the fourth so soon after.

The beasts groans and lewd grunts were heard in her ears, ringing in them to the point that she couldn't block them out any more. It was a further humiliation to her as she felt his tip jabbing at her cervix, shifting the spine that had pierced into her womb before the ovid pushed through her aching cervix. The bruised flesh being shoved aside again so that all she could manage was a whimper and watch in horror as her stomach filled out more as the third egg took it's place inside of her.

She could put together what it was, she knew that some species laid eggs. The male could lay eggs, but the idea of the animal planting his eggs inside of her drove every other thought besides terror out of her. She kicked and struggled, twisted and snarled her rage towards him as the fourth shoved inside of her and the hot splash of wetness started to add to the mix within her belly and a horrifying feeling of pins and needles had started to form along her stomach. The fourth egg started to push against her cervix just as another pushed along her abused folds, the edges of the straining outer lips reddened with trying to deal with the intrusions.

The beasts hips jerked harder against her, the fourth egg being pushed into her soon pushing against the other three eggs as her lower belly started to feel more then full. It was straining the skin over them so that she was rounding out, not just with the ovids but by the constant globs of heated thick wetness that was splashing out into her to cushion around them. Her paws kicked at the air as the fifth rubbed along her clenching and squeezing passage so that her tongue hung out of the corner of her beak. The beast gripping her groaned out as his thrusts started to grow harder and faster, rubbing the ovipositor through her cervix stimulating her abused body.

++++

Kheperu felt the last egg push up from him with a wave of relieved pleasure, his muscles contracting down and forcing it through his shaft to enter into that tight channel. The twisting body soon showed the signs of a gravid female while he clenched tighter around her chest, his breathing spilling out with the hot scents of sex on the air and the sounds of fear and pain from his victim. Yet despite wanting to finish he took his time, rubbing inside of her and purposely stimulating her violated body with the ridges that were being forced out around the egg.

His rubbing scales started to undulate about her, clenching and relaxing around her as he knew that an orgasmed body would swell and seal her womb shut faster for him as opposed to yanking himself free. Each movement brought whimpered cries from the bound gryphon, her body shuddering as her legs were splayed wide apart and at times gave short kicks as his internal muscles contracting and forcing the orb upwards. The moment it shoved against her cervix he felt her body tremble against him and her back twist from side to side trying to escape the inevitable.

The gryphons scream echoed in his ears as he let out a final hiss, the leathery shelled egg forced through her abused cervix to spill into her womb as her belly grew just that much more swollen. The lumps of the eggs showing while he rippled the scales of his lower body and pulled backwards a few inches before thrusting forward within the protesting creature. The first few thrusts met with her struggled hisses and muffled shrieks as the slender boned ovipositor rubbed and tugged along her cervix.

++++

When the fifth egg had dropped into her womb and she hadn't felt another starting, Lathera let herself relax for the moment. Breathing rapidly as felt strained and full, her lower belly heavy and once glance down was enough for her. She looked achingly pregnant, as if he had caused months of growth all at once and the twisting movements made her feel the cushioned eggs shifting around inside of her body and she hissed out in displeasure.

Just as she relaxed the animal started to thrust again, this time the spine that speared into her womb started to stroke in and out along the aching muscles that had been forced open. The ridges ran along her channel that, after having been forced open so wide, welcomed the almost soothing feel of rubbing and thrusting. Perhaps it was just the fact that after the overwhelming pain and the feel of her walls almost being torn open, but after several thrusts she felt her body responding to it. Shifting upwards and she clenched her eyes shut in horror as the first shiver ran through her and she felt her sex trying to suckle down around the shaft.

The hard spine started to pull back from inside of her, her cervix tightening up instinctively from the dilated state it had been in. A hot slimy tongue spilled out to lick over her stomach, swirling through the fur there and she snarled out as the tail tensed over her beak and the short hard huffs of breath were heard as the thrusts started to build in speed and strength. Even as she tried to get herself free to grasp at him and pull away she heard the lewdly slick sounds of him shoving ever deeper and grinding against her bruised cervix. Sharp pains mingled with growing pleasure as she clenched her eyes shut, she wouldn't cum with an animal inside of her, she wouldn't.

The ridges grazed over her g-spot, each time it ran against it she felt her walls clutching down and her back bowing. As the thrusts speeded up she couldn't help it, her entire body tried to curl forward and she muted a sobbing cry of pleasure as her inner body pulsed around the purple-black length that suddenly rocked inside of her deeply enough the tip rubbed over her cervix. The first jerk of the shaft made her start and mute her trilling cry, a tear squeezing out of her eyes as she waited for him to seed her again adding insult to injury. Her hips jerking trying to grind back against the feeling inside of her, the pain starting to fade under the pleasure that blossomed inside of her.

Yet it never came, instead the vein along the shaft bloated and the first splatter was thicker then seed. The gel pumping out of the tip in thick ropes to hit against her cervix with enough pressure she felt it thud against the aching flesh. Another and another flooded her while she twisted and turned herself around, her legs scrabbling at the air and the tail released her beak so her next shriek erupted into the cave as her walls shuddered again and she rode out the feel of him splattering more of that thick gel until it started to coat along her cervix.

A thick plug finally formed, locking her cervix closed and she muted a sound as the sound of the beasts panting breaths and her own echoed in the room. Her nares flushed and her eyes outraged as she watched him nose against the swollen form of her belly, the nauseating shift of the eggs pushing against each other. And under that was the fearful thought of, if she turned human, those eggs would rip her open. No human could swell that much with them without ending up hurt. She was stuck. Her tongue felt dry as she swallowed convulsively.

++++

Kheperu's eyes spun like gold, watching her belly expand with those eggs as he drove his shaft in to push against her cervix. His ovipositor pulling back inside of his cock as his balls churned up a mixture, not of seed, but of something thicker, more heavy then that and started to spill it out within her walls. The gel erupted from him while he held her and started to lick her swollen stomach, prrrrruming his pleasure deep within his throat while she twisted and cried out. H

She milked around him, suckled and pulled demanding about the ridged cock driven inside of her, as eager as any female he had ever felt. He thrust forward again a final time feeling each rope erupt out from him, the thick gel designed to coat her cervix and started to seal it. Sticking to the passage and growing thicker with each new spurt from his tip. His eyes started to lid with pleasure at the feel of her body around him and the writhing feel of fur and feathers sliding against his scales.

His twin tipped tongue darted out to taste the air again, his head raising up higher with a rumble of satisfaction as he looked at the gryphon held in his coils. Her stomach drawn taut over her filled womb to the point he could see the outline of the eggs and her sex strained just above the thickest point of his base. Yet all good things must come to an end, even this, and after years of sleep his body felt exhausted after the exertion he had put it through. She would keep for him until he awoke again, he would take her every time he woke until she was ready to birth his eggs and then he would place more within her. He had found his starting point and the hormones were flooding his body in need to do more to further his genes.

He drew himself out of her slowly, letting each ridge pop itself free one at a time, her own wetness and the copious amount of precum he had pumped inside of her leaking out of her splayed folds before he was fully out of her. The tip swinging out the flop down onto his scales and he tilted his head with a humming noise of pleasure to see the gaping feline folds, the dribbling of opaque fluids that were leaking from her body and the way the walls started to clench as if still wrapped around him.

Carefully he shifted his coils to drop her, she couldn't get away, not with him blocking the only places large enough for her. The cavern now reeked of his scent and her own, the female scent flooding his muzzle until he flickered his tongue out again and watched the gravid hen stumble on the gold coins, the drop of her belly outlined in sharp relief so that his wings flexed and spread with pride at his deed. The weight of his exhaustion rolled over him and his head dropped down onto the metallic coins, rubbing there as he started to drift. Perhaps once he awoke again he'd go hunting, how long had it been since he'd had something fresh and wriggling sliding down his gullet?

++++

The Quetzalcoatl's girth finally started to soften as he made no move to move her just yet and she felt him slipping back from her folds. The flaccid girth spilling free with a lewd wet noise as the tip held a trail of the thick white gel that had sealed her shut as it fell down against the scales. Her eyes flicked to the side the moment she saw her own clear juices coating him and her ears flattened more against her head. Trying to ignore it, trying to ignore everything, if she did maybe it would go away.

The beast shifted finally and let her drop down onto the cold metal that covered the ground, she stumbled forward and felt her legs give out on her as she dropped down. The foreign weight in the middle of her body making her stumble as she heard the coils behind her shifting and twisting, the beast settling itself for the night and stretching his expanse out again to block the largest exits of the cavern with glittering scales and the ruffle of feathers.

Lathera dropped down to her hind quarters and shuddered in place, her eyes wide and staring as she felt the wetness that matted against the fur of her thighs. The still twitching and pulsing passage that tried to grip around nothing in the after math of her orgasm and worse each movement made the eggs resettle in her belly. Even as she sat there trying to adjust the eggs were drawing in her own DNA, the thin shells thickening and settling inside of her as they became fertile and adjusted to her own body.

In a week or two the shells would become rock hard and her body would feel the first cramps and contractions preceding her need to lay them. For now they settled and new sparks of life formed inside of them so that she dimly felt the pins and needles feelings as her womb reformed itself to carry the eggs inside of her. The wide eyed shape shifter staring towards the soon drowsing serpent with fury unfolding past the horror and her beak clenched together flooded with a desire to slay the creature that had done this to her.

Throttling down that rage she settled herself in to start to think, she wouldn't be here forever. Her eyes shifted and in the strange light of the cavern and settled on the smaller openings that lead deeper into the chambers of the cavern and her eyes narrowed down with thought. She couldn't become human with the eggs within her, but there was always a chance she could shift down to something just a hair smaller and manage to get away....

---

Do you enjoy my stories? If you do and would like to think about tipping. It encourages me to write more and if you include a note on what you enjoy most I'll strive to make more stories with that sort of theme.

https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr?cmd=\_s-xclick&hosted\_button\_id=ENYW546FKUK7G