Easter Tea
Story by Dewriter on SoFurry
Story I wrote for @
! A lovely bean who deserves a lovely story. Enjoy!
(All characters depicted in this story are above 18 years of age)
Easter Tea
The scent wafting from the kitchen makes Orloft’s feathers ruffle, puffing out his shirt in a way that’s both comical and uncomfortable. Smoothing them back down, his companion for the evening can’t help but chuckle at the whole affair.
“I told you you can take that off! Nudism’s practiced by over half the population here by this point.” Ryder laughs, getting up as the sound of kettle whistling starts filling the room. There’s a deliberate maneuver to have his bushy tail glide over his new friend as he passes by, the simple move making Orloft glad he wore an overly long shirt for this trip to Ern.
“There might be a few problems for people who aren’t used to such things, you know!” He chirps after the wolf just before he walks out of sight. There’s definitely a fight within him about the state of his clothing… On one hand, this’d be a great opportunity to learn about other cultures. His new friend certainly is immersed in the practice, and comfortably so at that. On the other… The wolf -is- rather attractive. And charming. And lovely. There’s no doubt in the bird’s mind that Ryder had been putting the moves on him all day, ever since they began chatting in the town square. While the evening has that certain feel to it… that one where you know what room you're going to end up in, with whom, and how exhausted you’ll be after… it feels audaciously forward to just ‘reveal’ oneself like that.
‘Just one layer of clothing, is that really all I’m worried about?’ Orloft thinks to himself, his overlarge thumbs trailing the black buttons lined perfectly down his front. There’s a moment, right when the whistling begins to abate, where a surge of courage wells up within him. His hands trembling, he makes short, if clumsy, work of unbuttoning his shirt. He almost forgets to unhook the buttons along his wings, flapping about like a child trying to get their mittens off after a long day playing in the snow.
Standing in the wolf’s living room, fully erect, wearing nothing but a hat, feels two degrees more naked than if he had been fully nude. It’s a kind of excitement he hasn’t felt before… Just being… Natural. Everything you are bared out for everyone to see, and it being -normal-. Maybe Nudism’s rapid growth as a social practice wasn’t that mysterious after all.
“Hey look at you! Looking good, Sexretary Bird!” Ryder croons, striding into the room with two steaming mugs. Orloft ruffles up again, reflexively covering himself before slowly relaxing back into a less-than-natural stance.
“When… When in Ern, do as the Ern…inites do.” Orloft says as meekly as possible, reaching out for the outstretched mug, unable to hide his quivering feathers.
“I have to say, I’m very pleased with this decision. For many, many reasons.” As if to emphasize the statement, Ryder makes a point of crossing his legs in exactly the right way that displays the small hint of red peeking out of his sheath. Orloft has to swallow down a chirp at the sight, almost sitting on the armrest instead of the cushion in his distraction. “Oh, and it’s ‘of Ern’. As in you would be ‘Orloft of Ern’. It’s a bit archaic, but I think it’s rather charming.”
Orloft can only manage a few furtive nods in agreement. All his mental faculties are currently occupied on trying to keep things at least some degree of civil, before the inevitable fall into more carnal desires, that is. There is tea to finish at the very least. He owes that much to such a gracious host.
The bird replaces his inability to speak with the warmth of tea filling his beak. Its sunny flavor is unlike anything he’s had before. It tastes like Spring itself; floral notes, fruity undertones, its warmth like the late days drifting into Summer. It’s not until half the mug’s down his gullet does Orloft part from its bliss.
“Holy motherclucker this is the best tea I’ve ever had! What the heck is it??” His palpable excitement turns to nervousness tinged with excitement. “Is this… does this tea have magic in it?” He looks over at Ryder, neck feathers puffed to their utmost.
“It is, actually!” Ryder beams over, watching the bird’s pupils turn to pinholes. “But don’t worry, it doesn’t work on guys. Why else would I be drinking it?” He takes a large gulp to demonstrate, almost spilling some out the side of his maw at the goofy look of relief on Orloft’s face.
“Sorry! Sorry, my job’s got me thinking about changes a lot. You hear things about people spiking drinks with mutagens and the like for a quick thrill.” He clears his throat, smoothing down his feathers with a free hand. “Not that I’ve anything against it, mind. I’ve done quite a bit myself. But magic-based changes aren’t my field. It’s like…” Setting down the mug, he puts his thumb and forefinger along the length of his beak. “I want to master the ideals of biological-based changes before I look into the magic bits. I feel like going to one field after learning everything there is to know about the other could lead to some interesting insights into how one or the other work. Nearly every firm has at least some crossover, so everyone learns them together. I’m viscerally interested in seeing the clash of ideals from a non-integrated mindset.”
Orloft turns to Ryder, his eyes sparkling. “So I thought, why not be the one to do that! It’s been a very difficult road. The temptations to study or experience juuuust a bit have been overwhelming at times. But look at where it’s gotten me! Lead researcher at my age! Clearly I’m doing something right! Or maybe I’m just smart. Am I bragging? No, I’m rambling. No, both. I’m sorr-mphf!”
Ryder lets his lips press to the end of the bird’s beak a bit longer than even he had intended. He can’t hide his dreamy-eyed look, despite a significant effort put in to do so. “Holy shit you’re such a nerd.”
Orloft rustles, mixed signals pinging off each other, making him freeze in place. Ryder climbs up on the couch with his knees so he can loom over the flustered bird.
“Nerds are so fucking cute.” Orloft’s hat nearly flies off as his crest feathers spring upwards to their utmost. Ryder presses as much of himself against his lover as he can, locking muzzle and maw in an inescapable kiss.
Thankfully, Orloft never had any intention of breaking this apart. His whole body is thrumming with excitement, it’s unreal. Yes this whole day has been exciting, but to feel this kind of a spark, like nothing he had before…
The pair shift effortlessly into place, like they’d been doing this together for years. Ryder lets out a breathy, “Wow, look at you.” Earning a bashful chirping from the bird. Hands on hips, Ryder begins to guide his cock along Orloft’s, both of them nearly shaking at the sensation. Pulling down further, the wolf’s rod begins to droop down towards that waiting tailhole.
“Ryderwait!” Orloft blurts out, startling Ryder into stopping. A warmth is beginning to spread elsewhere in Orloft’s body. One he hardly ever gave a care about unless it was time for his monthly egging, or he’d triggered it deliberately at work. Is he really that enamored with the wolf that he wants to be penetrated like -that-?
“... Puh… I want you to put it… put it in my slit…” Orloft stammers almost inaudibly. The burning in his cheeks shines straight through the small feathers adorning his face. Ryder’s ears go straight for several moments, an appropriately wolfish grin dawning on his muzzle.
“Oh~? Goodness. What a naughty hen you are.” Ryder hums, bringing his tip level with the base of Orloft’s shaft.
The bird nearly jumps, that word making his heart thump so loudly he swears Ryder could hear it. What is going on with him? This isn’t anything like what he’s ever thought before! The jolt isn’t lost on Ryder, who only beams all the wider, prodding at Orloft’s hidden entrance in long, languid rolls.
“Someone like being called what she is? A horny hen, living to be stuffed full of dog cock. Who wants to beg him for his seed. And who wants to lay egg, after egg, after egg for him?” Ryder has to keep a laugh down as Orloft tries desperately to clamp his beak shut at the flurry of girlish chirps and moans that are trying to sneak out.
“Ye-yehs. Please… ah… fill m-me up with eggs pleaseohmygod…” Orloft is spiraling into a whirlpool of lust. Nothing had ever been this hot before; each touch, each word is edging him closer to nirvana. Had Ryder not been telling the truth about the tea? At this point, did he even care if he lied?
A cry of bliss fills the room as Orloft cums, the first inch of Ryder’s cock up his slit enough to send the bird off the edge. Cum shoots all the way up to his beak, dripping down in long gobs as he pants for air, hardly able to focus on anything.
For several moments it seems like he may black out, but feeling Ryder’s length continuing to press inwards pulls him right back to reality. His legs quake, pleasure he thought was reserved for fantasy courses through him. Stars pop in and out of his vision, this can’t possibly be real.
His pleasure hits such a peak as Ryder starts pumping, there’s nary a cogent thought in his head. All he knows is that this is the best he’s ever felt in his life. Like everything he ever wanted was coming to a head right here, right now. There’s no registering his song of pleasure that rings in the air, the way his thighs grasp at his lover, begging him to never leave, nor that his cum was beginning to turn clear from the sheer volume he was producing.
Feeling warmth flooding his deepest depths, Orloft cums so hard it tugs Ryder’s knot in, despite his attempt to keep it out. The shape and size of it instantly trigger a deep instinct buried in the bird’s mind. Eggs.
“--py head~. There he is~” Orloft feels a soft, wet lick to the side of his beak. The world slowly comes back into view, fading in like powering up an old CRT.
“Whuhsuh…” His words haven’t loaded in yet. Taking his head in his hands, he scrubs every feather the wrong way several times in a row. Works like a charm; his alertness is back in an instant. “What’s… Did I blackout?” He looks over at Ryder, looking over at him with a face that screams ‘I was worried just a moment ago but I’m trying to hide it behind a smile’. “Oh. I can’t say that’s ever happened before…”
“You were -really- into it. I was beginning to wonder if I gave you the wrong tea by accident.” Ryder says as gently as he can, as if Orloft is some frightened animal who would skitter away if he was too aggressive. “I checked, though. It was just the Easter Tea. Even if it was the aphrodisiac stuff it doesn’t make anyone go that hard. Would take like seven bags to do that.”
“I uh… so you’re telling me -I- wanted that, that much?” Orloft says in disbelief. His heart thrums back to life. The idea that he could be that passionate about anything… Yea his sex life had been fun but this… this felt… wow…
“I can’t say I’m not flattered.” Ryder’s tail betrays the causal tone he’s trying to inject. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you today, you know. It’s… great to see you enjoying yourself too.” The wolf slowly sinks into ‘awkward teen’ stature, glancing away to and from the bird, his paws beginning to kick and swing.
“I really liked today too.” Orloft can’t keep the smile from his beak, nor the blush from his cheeks. “I wasn’t sure just how much until-mm.” There’s a curious feeling in Orloft’s lower belly. It feels like a warm bubble’s formed beneath where his navel would be. It’s by no means unpleasant, in fact, after getting used to it for a few seconds, it feels downright cozy.
“You alright?” Ryder cocks his head, the worry he’d been failing to hide out on full display with the scrunch of his brow and tilt of his ears.
“Yea! Yes, I’m fine. I just got a pleasant feeling in my-hmm!” It happens again, sitting side by side with the other one. The two together feel better than either individually. There’s a curious feeling crawling up to his chest… some kind of contentment, or pride. As good as it feels, he can’t help but question why it is exactly he’s feeling this way.
“Are you sure? You’ve got a look of… I dunno, but I’ve seen actresses playing new moms who had a similar look on.” The wolf’s concern is not abating, Orloft is clearly feeling things he shouldn’t be.
“Yea I j-mmmMM!” A third… then a fourth. “What does E-EEEaster Tea doOO??” This is beginning to feel a little too good. His cock is already pressing out of his sheath at a record pace, nethers buzzing with uncontained arousal.
“The tea? It-uh-It was a fun thing for me and Lara to do. She’s a bunny, you see? So I found this magic tea shop that sold ‘Sexy Easter Tea’...” Ryder begins to ramble, Orloft unable to steer him back to the point of the conversation due to the mounting pleasure building in his engorging cut. “It’s supposed to make females of any species lay eggs! It worked like a charm--absolutely hot as hell, I tell you what.” The nostalgic grin is lost on Orloft as he begins to moan, jolting Ryder back to the present. “It doesn’t do anything to guys! You just get the magic taste good stuff. The only people who aren’t supposed to take it are female birds, lizards, and fish, guys can have it just fine!”
“Fah-female-baaah” Orloft struggles through mind-bending ardor, “Whyn-noht?”
“Uh… It said that egg laying species need to take a less strong version of the tea. It’s like a derivation on an old fertility potion, altered to cause the same to happen in mammals. But the changes make egg production go crazy in--Orloft do you have a vagina in that slit?” Ryder stops dead, freezing in place like an old cartoon.
“Mm… maayy… beeeEEE!!” He can feel the first of his eggs gliding into place, the feeling so deeply satisfying it makes his eyes misty. Orloft half takes notice of Ryder scrambling off the couch, overtaken by the feeling of his egg pressing with the exact perfect amount of effort out into the world. It stretches him to that blissful balance just on the cusp of being uncomfortable, then rapidly relaxes as the egg slips free, into the tub Ryder slid beneath at the last possible moment. The padded thump is music to both their ears, as is the delicate moan as Orloft feels his second egg sliding into place.
Ryder climbs onto the couch, holding Orloft’s hand as he presses anew, both of them reveling in the other’s warmth. Each new egg comes out with an elated sigh and a gentle clack of shell on shell. The moment seems to stretch on forever, the egg count long lost. Neither of them even know if there’s been more eggs or orgasms.
It’s at least half an hour before the eggs finally clatter to a halt. Orloft’s legs shake so hard to keep from falling on his clutch it’s a miracle they’re still aloft. Ryder takes notice, gingerly scooping the bird up like the princess he is and turning him to lay along the couch. Orloft stares at Ryder with lovestruck eyes, completely consumed by the soup of hormones flooding his brain.
“Hey there goofball.” Ryder beams, wagging his tail even more fiercely when Orloft’s hand begins to caress his face.
“Heyyyyyyyyyy…” The bird sighs, questioning if he’s even conscious or if this is some kind of wonderful dream.
“So… The tea isn’t supposed to be drunk by egg-laying species because it’s several times too strong for them. Makes them lay…” Ryder’s eyes dart over the tub overflowing with eggs, several somehow survived a spill onto the floor. “Thirty six eggs.”
“Ahnewrecord~” Orloft cheers, beaming like he’d won some kind of prize. His head flops to the side, staring at what he’d accomplished, feeling a hazy pride looking at every individual egg.
Ryder takes his lover’s hand in both of his, patting the back and looking at him with quiet adoration. “There’s a chance they might be fertile too… Just so--”
“Ooooh so many babieeesss…” He trails off, fading away into a well deserved rest.
Ryder makes sure Orloft is steady on the couch before getting a blanket for the sweet bird. Planting a kiss after tucking him in, he makes short work of sorting the eggs, directing them with a wave of his hand to glide across the room into an instantly assembled blanket nest. Another wave and the space heater flies out of storage, landing near the nest and turning on, bathing them in a pleasant red light.
“Well… we’ll talk more about this tomorrow.” Ryder smiles over at the sleeping bird. “I really did have fun, you know. I’m really hoping this won’t make you run off.”
Not two seconds into marching off to his own bed, he turns back around to admire the dozing nerd on his couch. With a happy sigh, he turns back, taking one of the armchairs and setting it across from Orloft’s face. Hopping in, he curls up quite expertly into a ball, being sure to have that sweet face in view the entire time he drifts off to sleep.
Easter Tea
The scent wafting from the kitchen makes Orloft’s feathers ruffle, puffing out his shirt in a way that’s both comical and uncomfortable. Smoothing them back down, his companion for the evening can’t help but chuckle at the whole affair.
“I told you you can take that off! Nudism’s practiced by over half the population here by this point.” Ryder laughs, getting up as the sound of kettle whistling starts filling the room. There’s a deliberate maneuver to have his bushy tail glide over his new friend as he passes by, the simple move making Orloft glad he wore an overly long shirt for this trip to Ern.
“There might be a few problems for people who aren’t used to such things, you know!” He chirps after the wolf just before he walks out of sight. There’s definitely a fight within him about the state of his clothing… On one hand, this’d be a great opportunity to learn about other cultures. His new friend certainly is immersed in the practice, and comfortably so at that. On the other… The wolf -is- rather attractive. And charming. And lovely. There’s no doubt in the bird’s mind that Ryder had been putting the moves on him all day, ever since they began chatting in the town square. While the evening has that certain feel to it… that one where you know what room you're going to end up in, with whom, and how exhausted you’ll be after… it feels audaciously forward to just ‘reveal’ oneself like that.
‘Just one layer of clothing, is that really all I’m worried about?’ Orloft thinks to himself, his overlarge thumbs trailing the black buttons lined perfectly down his front. There’s a moment, right when the whistling begins to abate, where a surge of courage wells up within him. His hands trembling, he makes short, if clumsy, work of unbuttoning his shirt. He almost forgets to unhook the buttons along his wings, flapping about like a child trying to get their mittens off after a long day playing in the snow.
Standing in the wolf’s living room, fully erect, wearing nothing but a hat, feels two degrees more naked than if he had been fully nude. It’s a kind of excitement he hasn’t felt before… Just being… Natural. Everything you are bared out for everyone to see, and it being -normal-. Maybe Nudism’s rapid growth as a social practice wasn’t that mysterious after all.
“Hey look at you! Looking good, Sexretary Bird!” Ryder croons, striding into the room with two steaming mugs. Orloft ruffles up again, reflexively covering himself before slowly relaxing back into a less-than-natural stance.
“When… When in Ern, do as the Ern…inites do.” Orloft says as meekly as possible, reaching out for the outstretched mug, unable to hide his quivering feathers.
“I have to say, I’m very pleased with this decision. For many, many reasons.” As if to emphasize the statement, Ryder makes a point of crossing his legs in exactly the right way that displays the small hint of red peeking out of his sheath. Orloft has to swallow down a chirp at the sight, almost sitting on the armrest instead of the cushion in his distraction. “Oh, and it’s ‘of Ern’. As in you would be ‘Orloft of Ern’. It’s a bit archaic, but I think it’s rather charming.”
Orloft can only manage a few furtive nods in agreement. All his mental faculties are currently occupied on trying to keep things at least some degree of civil, before the inevitable fall into more carnal desires, that is. There is tea to finish at the very least. He owes that much to such a gracious host.
The bird replaces his inability to speak with the warmth of tea filling his beak. Its sunny flavor is unlike anything he’s had before. It tastes like Spring itself; floral notes, fruity undertones, its warmth like the late days drifting into Summer. It’s not until half the mug’s down his gullet does Orloft part from its bliss.
“Holy motherclucker this is the best tea I’ve ever had! What the heck is it??” His palpable excitement turns to nervousness tinged with excitement. “Is this… does this tea have magic in it?” He looks over at Ryder, neck feathers puffed to their utmost.
“It is, actually!” Ryder beams over, watching the bird’s pupils turn to pinholes. “But don’t worry, it doesn’t work on guys. Why else would I be drinking it?” He takes a large gulp to demonstrate, almost spilling some out the side of his maw at the goofy look of relief on Orloft’s face.
“Sorry! Sorry, my job’s got me thinking about changes a lot. You hear things about people spiking drinks with mutagens and the like for a quick thrill.” He clears his throat, smoothing down his feathers with a free hand. “Not that I’ve anything against it, mind. I’ve done quite a bit myself. But magic-based changes aren’t my field. It’s like…” Setting down the mug, he puts his thumb and forefinger along the length of his beak. “I want to master the ideals of biological-based changes before I look into the magic bits. I feel like going to one field after learning everything there is to know about the other could lead to some interesting insights into how one or the other work. Nearly every firm has at least some crossover, so everyone learns them together. I’m viscerally interested in seeing the clash of ideals from a non-integrated mindset.”
Orloft turns to Ryder, his eyes sparkling. “So I thought, why not be the one to do that! It’s been a very difficult road. The temptations to study or experience juuuust a bit have been overwhelming at times. But look at where it’s gotten me! Lead researcher at my age! Clearly I’m doing something right! Or maybe I’m just smart. Am I bragging? No, I’m rambling. No, both. I’m sorr-mphf!”
Ryder lets his lips press to the end of the bird’s beak a bit longer than even he had intended. He can’t hide his dreamy-eyed look, despite a significant effort put in to do so. “Holy shit you’re such a nerd.”
Orloft rustles, mixed signals pinging off each other, making him freeze in place. Ryder climbs up on the couch with his knees so he can loom over the flustered bird.
“Nerds are so fucking cute.” Orloft’s hat nearly flies off as his crest feathers spring upwards to their utmost. Ryder presses as much of himself against his lover as he can, locking muzzle and maw in an inescapable kiss.
Thankfully, Orloft never had any intention of breaking this apart. His whole body is thrumming with excitement, it’s unreal. Yes this whole day has been exciting, but to feel this kind of a spark, like nothing he had before…
The pair shift effortlessly into place, like they’d been doing this together for years. Ryder lets out a breathy, “Wow, look at you.” Earning a bashful chirping from the bird. Hands on hips, Ryder begins to guide his cock along Orloft’s, both of them nearly shaking at the sensation. Pulling down further, the wolf’s rod begins to droop down towards that waiting tailhole.
“Ryderwait!” Orloft blurts out, startling Ryder into stopping. A warmth is beginning to spread elsewhere in Orloft’s body. One he hardly ever gave a care about unless it was time for his monthly egging, or he’d triggered it deliberately at work. Is he really that enamored with the wolf that he wants to be penetrated like -that-?
“... Puh… I want you to put it… put it in my slit…” Orloft stammers almost inaudibly. The burning in his cheeks shines straight through the small feathers adorning his face. Ryder’s ears go straight for several moments, an appropriately wolfish grin dawning on his muzzle.
“Oh~? Goodness. What a naughty hen you are.” Ryder hums, bringing his tip level with the base of Orloft’s shaft.
The bird nearly jumps, that word making his heart thump so loudly he swears Ryder could hear it. What is going on with him? This isn’t anything like what he’s ever thought before! The jolt isn’t lost on Ryder, who only beams all the wider, prodding at Orloft’s hidden entrance in long, languid rolls.
“Someone like being called what she is? A horny hen, living to be stuffed full of dog cock. Who wants to beg him for his seed. And who wants to lay egg, after egg, after egg for him?” Ryder has to keep a laugh down as Orloft tries desperately to clamp his beak shut at the flurry of girlish chirps and moans that are trying to sneak out.
“Ye-yehs. Please… ah… fill m-me up with eggs pleaseohmygod…” Orloft is spiraling into a whirlpool of lust. Nothing had ever been this hot before; each touch, each word is edging him closer to nirvana. Had Ryder not been telling the truth about the tea? At this point, did he even care if he lied?
A cry of bliss fills the room as Orloft cums, the first inch of Ryder’s cock up his slit enough to send the bird off the edge. Cum shoots all the way up to his beak, dripping down in long gobs as he pants for air, hardly able to focus on anything.
For several moments it seems like he may black out, but feeling Ryder’s length continuing to press inwards pulls him right back to reality. His legs quake, pleasure he thought was reserved for fantasy courses through him. Stars pop in and out of his vision, this can’t possibly be real.
His pleasure hits such a peak as Ryder starts pumping, there’s nary a cogent thought in his head. All he knows is that this is the best he’s ever felt in his life. Like everything he ever wanted was coming to a head right here, right now. There’s no registering his song of pleasure that rings in the air, the way his thighs grasp at his lover, begging him to never leave, nor that his cum was beginning to turn clear from the sheer volume he was producing.
Feeling warmth flooding his deepest depths, Orloft cums so hard it tugs Ryder’s knot in, despite his attempt to keep it out. The shape and size of it instantly trigger a deep instinct buried in the bird’s mind. Eggs.
“--py head~. There he is~” Orloft feels a soft, wet lick to the side of his beak. The world slowly comes back into view, fading in like powering up an old CRT.
“Whuhsuh…” His words haven’t loaded in yet. Taking his head in his hands, he scrubs every feather the wrong way several times in a row. Works like a charm; his alertness is back in an instant. “What’s… Did I blackout?” He looks over at Ryder, looking over at him with a face that screams ‘I was worried just a moment ago but I’m trying to hide it behind a smile’. “Oh. I can’t say that’s ever happened before…”
“You were -really- into it. I was beginning to wonder if I gave you the wrong tea by accident.” Ryder says as gently as he can, as if Orloft is some frightened animal who would skitter away if he was too aggressive. “I checked, though. It was just the Easter Tea. Even if it was the aphrodisiac stuff it doesn’t make anyone go that hard. Would take like seven bags to do that.”
“I uh… so you’re telling me -I- wanted that, that much?” Orloft says in disbelief. His heart thrums back to life. The idea that he could be that passionate about anything… Yea his sex life had been fun but this… this felt… wow…
“I can’t say I’m not flattered.” Ryder’s tail betrays the causal tone he’s trying to inject. “I’ve had a lot of fun with you today, you know. It’s… great to see you enjoying yourself too.” The wolf slowly sinks into ‘awkward teen’ stature, glancing away to and from the bird, his paws beginning to kick and swing.
“I really liked today too.” Orloft can’t keep the smile from his beak, nor the blush from his cheeks. “I wasn’t sure just how much until-mm.” There’s a curious feeling in Orloft’s lower belly. It feels like a warm bubble’s formed beneath where his navel would be. It’s by no means unpleasant, in fact, after getting used to it for a few seconds, it feels downright cozy.
“You alright?” Ryder cocks his head, the worry he’d been failing to hide out on full display with the scrunch of his brow and tilt of his ears.
“Yea! Yes, I’m fine. I just got a pleasant feeling in my-hmm!” It happens again, sitting side by side with the other one. The two together feel better than either individually. There’s a curious feeling crawling up to his chest… some kind of contentment, or pride. As good as it feels, he can’t help but question why it is exactly he’s feeling this way.
“Are you sure? You’ve got a look of… I dunno, but I’ve seen actresses playing new moms who had a similar look on.” The wolf’s concern is not abating, Orloft is clearly feeling things he shouldn’t be.
“Yea I j-mmmMM!” A third… then a fourth. “What does E-EEEaster Tea doOO??” This is beginning to feel a little too good. His cock is already pressing out of his sheath at a record pace, nethers buzzing with uncontained arousal.
“The tea? It-uh-It was a fun thing for me and Lara to do. She’s a bunny, you see? So I found this magic tea shop that sold ‘Sexy Easter Tea’...” Ryder begins to ramble, Orloft unable to steer him back to the point of the conversation due to the mounting pleasure building in his engorging cut. “It’s supposed to make females of any species lay eggs! It worked like a charm--absolutely hot as hell, I tell you what.” The nostalgic grin is lost on Orloft as he begins to moan, jolting Ryder back to the present. “It doesn’t do anything to guys! You just get the magic taste good stuff. The only people who aren’t supposed to take it are female birds, lizards, and fish, guys can have it just fine!”
“Fah-female-baaah” Orloft struggles through mind-bending ardor, “Whyn-noht?”
“Uh… It said that egg laying species need to take a less strong version of the tea. It’s like a derivation on an old fertility potion, altered to cause the same to happen in mammals. But the changes make egg production go crazy in--Orloft do you have a vagina in that slit?” Ryder stops dead, freezing in place like an old cartoon.
“Mm… maayy… beeeEEE!!” He can feel the first of his eggs gliding into place, the feeling so deeply satisfying it makes his eyes misty. Orloft half takes notice of Ryder scrambling off the couch, overtaken by the feeling of his egg pressing with the exact perfect amount of effort out into the world. It stretches him to that blissful balance just on the cusp of being uncomfortable, then rapidly relaxes as the egg slips free, into the tub Ryder slid beneath at the last possible moment. The padded thump is music to both their ears, as is the delicate moan as Orloft feels his second egg sliding into place.
Ryder climbs onto the couch, holding Orloft’s hand as he presses anew, both of them reveling in the other’s warmth. Each new egg comes out with an elated sigh and a gentle clack of shell on shell. The moment seems to stretch on forever, the egg count long lost. Neither of them even know if there’s been more eggs or orgasms.
It’s at least half an hour before the eggs finally clatter to a halt. Orloft’s legs shake so hard to keep from falling on his clutch it’s a miracle they’re still aloft. Ryder takes notice, gingerly scooping the bird up like the princess he is and turning him to lay along the couch. Orloft stares at Ryder with lovestruck eyes, completely consumed by the soup of hormones flooding his brain.
“Hey there goofball.” Ryder beams, wagging his tail even more fiercely when Orloft’s hand begins to caress his face.
“Heyyyyyyyyyy…” The bird sighs, questioning if he’s even conscious or if this is some kind of wonderful dream.
“So… The tea isn’t supposed to be drunk by egg-laying species because it’s several times too strong for them. Makes them lay…” Ryder’s eyes dart over the tub overflowing with eggs, several somehow survived a spill onto the floor. “Thirty six eggs.”
“Ahnewrecord~” Orloft cheers, beaming like he’d won some kind of prize. His head flops to the side, staring at what he’d accomplished, feeling a hazy pride looking at every individual egg.
Ryder takes his lover’s hand in both of his, patting the back and looking at him with quiet adoration. “There’s a chance they might be fertile too… Just so--”
“Ooooh so many babieeesss…” He trails off, fading away into a well deserved rest.
Ryder makes sure Orloft is steady on the couch before getting a blanket for the sweet bird. Planting a kiss after tucking him in, he makes short work of sorting the eggs, directing them with a wave of his hand to glide across the room into an instantly assembled blanket nest. Another wave and the space heater flies out of storage, landing near the nest and turning on, bathing them in a pleasant red light.
“Well… we’ll talk more about this tomorrow.” Ryder smiles over at the sleeping bird. “I really did have fun, you know. I’m really hoping this won’t make you run off.”
Not two seconds into marching off to his own bed, he turns back around to admire the dozing nerd on his couch. With a happy sigh, he turns back, taking one of the armchairs and setting it across from Orloft’s face. Hopping in, he curls up quite expertly into a ball, being sure to have that sweet face in view the entire time he drifts off to sleep.