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"...It's unlike anything I've enjoyed before." Vareoth was explaining to Doughan, his duck friend. The two were enjoying a quiet meal in the early hours of the morning in Klyneth. Scrambled Omelettes, ironically enough. Both were avian, so of course it always felt a little odd to eat eggs.

"What do you mean? Like, what's so odd or special about it? Sounds kind of like you got abused, to me." Doughan prodded. Deep down inside, he liked what he was hearing from his parrot friend, but didn't want to sound too interested for fear of being seen as a deviant. He had desires unlike most, but with the recent advent of enchanted potions, he was growing increasingly curious of all the strange experiences one could explore.

Vareoth smiled and shifted in his seat, rubbing a single palm against the bulge that was forming in his pants. "Well, I thought the same thing for a moment here and there, but any time I was in their presence, I didn't want anything more." He blushed and looked down before enjoying his side of caviar, which was quite common in Klyneth.

"You'll have to tell me more. I mean, you're telling me they coaxed you into their home, drugged you, trapped you in a sexual torture room, let their pet have their way with you, then collared you and kept you like a pet for weeks where they sexually took advantage for weeks? And you liked this? Sounds more like brain washing to me." Doughan couldn't keep eye contact with Vareoth, for fear that the glimmer of desire that was dancing in his eyes would give his intentions away.

"I suppose, yeah. When you put it like that, it does sound pretty bad, but it was fun. Sure, they were taking advantage of me, but I never got the impression that they wouldn't let me go, or they would hold me against my will. I just never wanted to leave. And burd, I'm telling you, Ilorek and Valencia both just seemed to find so many of my triggers. Every little thing I liked, they did for me without me ever asking. It was like they were reading my mind!" The green and red feathered avian leaned in close over the table to whisper in Doughan's ear. "They even let me...in his cock. Big, sloppy, muscular cock, and I got to fuck it. How's that for kinky?"

Doughan's eyes went wide as he crossed his legs. He hadn't told many people about his fetish for urethra play, but Vareoth knew. They had actually met at what was called a munch, for those living a non-traditional lifestyle to meet like minded agents. They had bonded over their mutual love for sounding - urethral penetrations and insertions - and had steadily grown closer over the following months until Vareoth disappeared when he was supposed to meet him at this very cafe. He was gone for weeks before showing up again.

"Th-that's very kinky. But I don't know, you think he would....nevermind." Doughan shook his head and lowered his bill in shame, not wanting to make his desires too clear, even if his intent was obvious.

"Why so shy? I mean, I know you're not exactly the most social of butterflies - neither am I - but I thought we could talk about this together. And yeah, I think They would be happy to have you, if only for a weekend. I doubt you'd want to be their pet in the interim if you're not into that. Turns out I was into that and didn't even know it. Tell you what, I'll take you to their place after breakfast, and we'll see what they say. If not, then maybe we'll try again later." He took another bite and smiled.

Doughan slowly nodded, a certain moisture welling up between his thighs. The thought of being so perfectly catered to truly sounded too good to be true. But what he knew of Vareoth, he was sure it was true. Unless, of course, they had truly washed his brain and hypnotized him. Either way, the risk seemed worth it.

"Their homestead is just over this hill." Vareoth explained as the two of them were walking down a gravel path to the north west of town. "Big house, with part of the stables built right into the side of it. Stone shack hugging the tree line."

Sure enough, as they crested the hill, Doughan could tell which side of the path was the place he'd been captured for the few weeks he was missing. It was a massive ranch home, mostly single story with what looked like a half level down on one end where the home seemed built into a hill. The lower half had what looked like stables attached to it, and the property was lined in wood fences that also split it up in quadrants. One quadrant had Ulokar, another a blend of horses and cows, the third was empty, and the last contained the house, the shack, and the red barn as well as a proper front yard with gardens and various ornaments. Simple, traditional, yet had an oddly foreign look about it.

Naturally, his mind drifted off to a dark place where he imagined all manner of terrible things befalling him now that his friend had been converted, but that all dissipated once he imagined his cock slipping out of his slit to be smothered in hippogryph cock. It felt naughty to him, but he couldn't help his natural desires. "What if they are offended? Remember, he saw you at the cafe and picked you up. He chose you, you didn't just show up on his door, right? You don't think it's a little rude to just show up with some random bird, begging for intimacy? I mean, he's not a whore, right? If he was, I wouldn't be interested."

Vareoth smiled and shook his head. "Not at all. I didn't want to tell you this unless you had reservations, but Valencia - his mate - told me to bring more friends here. They wanted to try out their methods on others. Especially folks who need to 'loosen up' a bit." He winked and took Doughan's wing hand, guiding him further down the trail.

The closer the two got, the more nervous Doughan grew. He trusted Vareoth, but still had an edge of worry daring to slice through his mind, hovering at the corners of his consciousness. They finally made it to the foot of the steps to the massive front door of the house, only to have it open before they could knock, revealing a hippogryph that had to be a full meter taller than they were. Perfectly sized to the massive door.

"You must be Vareoth's friend!" The hippogryph observed, before moving to the side and inviting the two of them in. "This burd told me all about you!"

Doughan nervously followed Vareoth, whispering in his ear. "You told him about me? Maybe if you told me that, I wouldn't have been as-"

He was cut off mid-sentence by the sound of the door shutting behind him and Ilorek's announcement. "Val, we have guests!"

A moment later, a petite bat came bursting out of what looked like a bedroom that was half-way hanging over the living room. She squeaked at them before hopping over the railing and fluttering across the room to land in front of the guests. "I figured you would come! Vareoth here was telling me he was going to bring us fresh meat!"

"Uh, what?" Doughan gulped and glanced over at Vareoth with a look of fear, only to have his worries assuaged by Ilorek, who patted him on the shoulders and pulled him in for a hug.

"Ignore her. She likes getting a rise out of people. Just make yourself comfortable, and I'll be with you in a moment." Ilorek brought a talon up for a fist bump, which Doughan happily offered him before they parted ways, with Ilorek heading to the kitchen to pour water out of a faucet with a simple turn of a gear.

To the right, a big square kitchen with counters on three sides, a dining table in the middle, and cupboards lining the walls. In front, a door leading to the back yard. To the left was the lower level with the living room in it as well as the raised room that appeared to be their bedroom with two doors - one tall and one short - for each of them. Under the room, in the far wall of the living room, was a bar with shelves of liquor and a serving table. On the opposite wall was a series of stable doors that appeared to each have a path way to the fields. Interesting.

Doughan went to sit at one of the chairs that surrounded the round living room table when he heard a gentle chirping and scratching followed by a black-beaked avian popping their head over the side of the stables. He jumped a little, but then quickly saw the gryphon had its beak open and ears perked up. Playful. "Oh, hi burd." He said as he stood back up, slowly extending a wing hand to its beak. The beast was clearly female, her vocalizations were that of a hen, not the coarse, aggressive sounds of a drake.

She jerked back, unsure of Doughan's touch, but then stepped forward and extended her neck so he could give her beak a gentle rub. She pushed forward and craned her head to the side, feathers expanding in a puff so he would scritch and preen at her. She cooed as his wing-hand slipped up into her down.

"I see you met Ceylon. She's our prized gryphon. I'm not sure if you're familiar, but she is an egg-production hen-mare. If you've ever had a gryphon egg for a meal in the region, chances are it was hers." Ilorek offered Doughan a glass of water before leaning back into the second largest seat, sipping at his own.

Doughan churred back and kept rubbing at Ceylon's neck. "She's quite pretty, and affectionate, too. Don't see many gryphons around any more. Not animals, anyway. Most gryphons I know are agens. People. How did you come across a feral gryphoness?"

"I didn't come across her. She came across me. Was out in the eastern nations on a diplomatic mission, and she kind of kept following me. I didn't want to be bothered at first, but as you can see she is quite cute and a little needy, so I couldn't help but bring her home with me. Didn't take long for her to lay an egg, which to a gryphon is the ultimate show of affection and trust. She'll be a part of this family for as long as I live. Or as long as she lives. Not sure how old she is."

"Oh, wow." Doughan leaned in and turned around, letting the gryphon lower her beak around his shoulder to prod at his chest feathers with the hook of it. "So, how long has she been here?"

"Not all that long." Ilorek answered, but his tone was a little distant, like that wasn't what was on his mind. No, his mind seemed to be on Doughan's, and his gaze was intense. The two locked eyes and the corners of his beak curled up in a somewhat sinister smile, a deep chipper sound rumbling up from his chest.

Before Ilorek could say anything, Vareoth got up and left the living room, muttering something about deciding to go visit with Valencia instead. This only further worried Doughan.

Ilorek simply got up out of his chair and took a knee in front of Doughan, the sinister smile never leaving his beak and his gaze never breaking from the lock it had on the duck's. "Oh, I think I'm gonna have some fun with you. Not a lot you're not into."

Rather than worry, Doughan tilted his head and raised an ear. "Wait, what? How do you-"

Once again, he was stopped mid sentence by Ilorek, who reached past him and un-clasped the lock on the gate to the gryphon's stall, letting it swing open. "Tell you what. We're gonna do a little bit of insemination. She makes the biggest eggs when she thinks she's actually been impregnated. So go on, get in there. But first, we'll collect a sample for you." He pushed the duck into the stable and quickly hopped in after him, locking the door as Doughan landed on his rump.

Ceylon chirped and stepped back, raising a front talon as she prepared to play. Her wings were spread a bit, but she was not in a defensive stance. More like a playfully aggressive stance. She nipped at the duck's shoulder and chirped before hopping back, waiting for the duck to respond to her prods.

"Wh-what are you doing?" Doughan asked as he got to his feet, brushing his legs of the straw that had attached to them.

"I told you. If you want to enjoy the pleasures of this stable, then I think your first task will be to help me inseminate this mare. Are you up for it?" He leaned over the stable walls - which were taller than Doughan but short enough for him to rest his arm on - as he called to Valencia. "Dear, I think we need a semen collection bottle and sleeve."

"One moment, sweetie. I'll get you one in a few minutes!" Valencia called back from the kitchen. She was still spending her time with Vareoth, giggling and laughing at Doughan's (mis)fortune.

Doughan was glancing up at Ilorek, then over to Ceylon, then back to Ilorek, then at the gate that had been locked. He had no idea where to go, but the idea of having to inseminate Ceylon made him quite excited. He blushed and squeezed his thighs together, applying pressure to the tip of his cock that had slipped out from his slit. "S-so what do I do? Will you guide me?"

Ilorek nodded with a slow, sensual blink. "I will, but I think that we need the sample, first. Here, let's start working on the stud." He quickly unbuckled his belt and let his kilt fall to the ground, exposing his massive sheath and balls, as well as the angled slit that housed his equine cock. "Don't be shy, to work on a ranch, you have to be prepared to get yourself a little messy. Can't be squeamish." As he took a step forward, the sheath began to inflate and expand, the meaty rolls of his cock slowly emerging from the angled slit to unfold in the form of a semi-erect horse cock.

Doughan gulped and feigned stepping backwards until he realized that Vareoth had been right. While the situation surrounding their encounter and the abrupt nature of Ilorek's desire, he had seemed comfortable with the events unfolding. Though his logic centers told him this was abnormal, he couldn't ignore the massive cock that was slowly growing before his beak. As he looked up into Ilorek's golden eyes, he got a sudden and intense wave of desire that washed away any hint of hesitation. He knew what he wanted, and he had the instinct to go through with getting it.

He didn't waste another moment. He knew what Ilorek meant by demanding he gather the sample, so he nuzzled up under the heavy weight of the hippogryph's shaft, letting the length of it rest heavy on his wide bill. He nuzzled up under it like he was using the broad tip of his beak to scrape algae off a rock, his tongue prodding out to slather some saliva on the meaty skin.

"There ya go, that's more like it. But, go ahead, you know what you want to do with it. You really gotta dig in if you want to reap the rewards." He shifted his hips and stepped in closer, nearly knocking Doughan over. His cock was still slowly inflating, one heart beat at a time, the very tip gradually taking shape.

An intoxicating scent washed over the duck as Ilorek's musk wafted out from the moist folds of his sheath. It was subtle, but powerful; clearly this hippogryph washed himself well. Still, Doughan couldn't help but bring his hand up to cradle the tip, his feathers tickling the length of it as his finger prodded at the meaty urethral opening. He could feel the precum trickling out, moistening his flesh and feathers. Curious and hungry, he leaned in to lick at the fluid, tasting the sweetness of it only to find it was more bitter than he was expecting. That didn't bother him at all; if anything it just made him hungrier.

Rather than mess around with pecking and rubbing at the cock, he grabbed the shaft with one hand and forced a finger in with the other. He was quite surprised at how easily his digits disappeared into the hippogryph's flesh; it could have been the copious amounts of lubricant, or maybe it was just really stretchy flesh, but either way he had no problems fingering him past the knuckle. Curious, he pulled out and slipped his middle finger in, coating it in cum before wiggling it around and sticking both in at the same time. Still, Ilorek's cock skin stretched with ease, allowing him to pump in and out with two fingers.

"Don't be so shy. As you can see, I'm quite capable of handling more than that. Don't be afraid to test my limits, if I have any at all." Ilorek cooed at him, his chest feathers puffed out in a display of dominance as he bucked his hips. The movement allowed his urethra to swallow Doughan's fingers, sucking on them as the muscles relaxed and more of his pre-seed trickled out from the crevices between his digits, soaking the back of the duck's hand.

Doughan's mind was racing as his heart was pumping as fast as it ever had before. This meaty horse cock was looser and more malleable than any flesh he'd ever encountered, looser and more slick than any cunt or rump. He had no doubt he could fit more, and maybe even his entire fist. Vareoth had mentioned he was quite malleable on the trip up, but he hadn't imagined his cock was looser than a mare's pussy. Eager to go as deep and as powerful as he could, he wrapped his finger and thumb around the base of the equine glans for leverage and leaned into the cock tip, forcing his entire fist inside with a wet slurping sound followed by a moist splattering and a drool of precum down his forearm. He shuddered in delight as the warm fluid tickled at his feathers and dripped to the ground in one messy puddly.

"Chr?" Ceylon made a cute noise as she crept out of the corner, prodding her beak around and rubbing the end of it against the hay, nuzzling the strands to the side so that her nares could get closer to the puddle of fluid that had been forming below Ilorek's cock. She kept up a gentle, low-key purr as she looked up at him, whining with desire.

"Calm down, Cey. You'll g-get yours soon!" Ilorek grunted as he felt the balled up fist plunge into him, forming a distinct shape bulging out on the underside of his shaft. His glans flared out, squeezing around Deughan's elbow and holding him in place as he bucked his hips again.

Deughan let out a long, drawn out squeak of delight as he felt the muscles of Ilorek's cock squeeze down on him, sucking and pushing at the same time. He leaned into the flare, nibbling at the taut, flared skin and licking at the fluids that were slipping out. The urethra was loose enough that he could extend his fingers and splay them out, rather than keep them balled in a fist. He tilted his head to the side and watched as three distinct mini-bulges shifted about near the base of the shaft - his three fingers - only to finish by slowly pulling out.

There was so much lubrication that there seemed to be a fluid barrier between his feathers and the distended skin of the urethra. He could wave his fingers, rotate his wrist, and pump his arm in and out with ease, so he did. As soon as he felt the bulge of his hand nestling in against the inside of the tight flare, he balled his hand up in a fist again and punched deep, as deep as it would go.

Ilorek grunted and doubled over, resting his arm on the side of the stable as he felt the bulge plow through him. He bucked his hips and lifted his tail, thrusting into the fist like he would a mare, his hungry cock swallowing more of the duck's arm.

Both of them paused a moment before Deughan started on a slow, deliberate thrust. His fist went deep, only to have the muscles force him mostly out so he could do it again, each time his push being accented by the powerful if shallow thrusts of Ilorek's hips. He started slow, but got a little harder, a little deeper, and a little rougher with each thrust; Within minutes, the cock flesh was practically hanging open and drooling cum all down his arm and chest, the pressure forcing the fluid out in spatters.

"H-here, take this!" Ilorek grunted as he knocked the semen collection jar attached to the cock sleeve over the stable walls to land on the ground next to Deughan.

Ceylon stepped forward, belly still low to the ground, to prod at the jar. She felt some drops of cum land on the back of her neck, so she squeaked and backed out, angling her head so that she could rub the moisture off her feathers.

Deughan struggled not to laugh, but then he felt a sudden tightness squeezing his entire arm. He tried to struggle against it, but the pressure was too much. Before the clenching walls could force his fist out, he reached over and grabbed the bottle. As he shifted his weight, he felt a wave of fluid inflate the urethra around his hand and wrist, only to be plugged around his forearm and the tightness of the flare. All at once, he yanked his fist out with a splashing wave of cum that exploded all over his chest, leaving the cock gaping and a flood of seed dribbling out into the jar.

Ilorek huffed and groaned, smiling down at Deughan. "Good boy. Good." He grasped at something else on the stable's edge, and quickly knocked it down to be next to the duck.

He was absolutely coated in cum. His chest was soaked with it, small gobs of equine seed melting down his chest feathers as he weakly fell to his knees, grasping at the straw until he found the syringe. He put the tip of it in the jar and sucked up about half of it. He knew how to do this from here. "Where's the tube?" he asked.

Before Ilorek could respond, Ceylon butted her head in between them, sniffing at the smell of Ilorek's seed. She gaped her beak open and chirped, idly licking at the syringe as her eyes shifted to stare at Deughan, gauging him to see if he was going to stop her.

"Good girl. It's almost your turn." He whispered to her, patting her neck and lifting the tip of the syringe up and squeezing the plunger until the first dribble of it bubbled over the side. He quickly licked it up and gulped it down before Ilorek scolded him for wasting precious seed.

"Don't eat it, use it." He said as he got down to his knee and offered the long, half-meter tube. He seemed weak, which didn't feel right to Deughan, but the encompassing aroma of hippogryph seed all over his chest made him forget to question the situation, and he happily connected the soft rubber tube to the end of the syringe and waited for Ceylon to get in position.

Naturally, the feral gryphon didn't move, she just kept prodding at Deughan's chest with her beak and sniffing at the pheromones that the seed was emitting. He knew he had to coax her tail up, so he held the syringe in his clean hand and used his cum-soaked hand to tickle down her flank, around her rump, and up between her legs. The moment his slick digits touched her vulva, she stopped in her tracks and lifted her tail, clit winking and a small spurt of creamy urine splashing out from between her lips, moistening her inner rump cheeks.

"She's ready for you." Ilorek urged him, smiling as he watched.

Indeed, she was ready. Deughan didn't need to pause or prod at her to see that. He slipped a few fingers into her and rubbed them up and down, spreading Ilorek's fluids all over her lips both inside and out. She was already slick and hot, her vaginal flesh a cherry pink and her vulva a slick dark black. He re-positioned himself so he was behind her, his own cock slipping from its slit as he got a better view under her tail.

Ceylon shifted her legs and spread them, tail raised high as she looked over her shoulder and back at him. She squatted down a bit, angling her spine to better push down against his fingers, her loose lips swallowing his digits and her fluids dripping down his arm in a gooey, creamy mess.

"Brace yourself." Ilorek said to her as he sidled up next to her, wrapping his arm around her neck in a gentle hug. He held her in place and scritched at her neck featheers as he looked back and gave Deughan a knowing nod of approval.

He didn't waste any time. He inserted the tube into the palm of the hand that was partially in her open pussy, grabbing it between two fingers and applying just enough force to plunge his fist into her. He was a bit gentler with her than he had been with Ilorek, slowly parting her lips with the tapered end of his knuckles before plunging in deep. As soon as her lips wrapped around his wrist, she shifted her body again and squeezed her vaginal muscles around his hand, nearly forcing him out. He didn't push in deeper - he didn't want to hurt her or make her kick in shock - but he didn't let her force him out, either.

The moment she relaxed and her canal loosened, he leaned into her again, slowly forcing his arm deeper and deeper into her, one inch at a time until she squeezed again with a grunt and a whimper. This time, the clenching was enough to force him out almost entirely, leaving only his fingers still resting inside her vulva, her vaginal canal so tight he could barely get the tube in her.

Worried about her pleasure and potential pain, he slipped his fingers down through her folds to rub at the underside of her clitoris, rubbing in circles to loosen her up again. Fortunately, she relaxed and her canal gaped right open, exposing a passage from vulva to tender, swollen cervix. He took this as another invitation and quickly punched into her like a stallion would, resting fingers against her taut lips for a moment before pushing with all his might, careful to keep the end of the tube resting in his palm, the tip of it cradled against his finger tip so none of the seed escaped yet.

His arm disappeared into her with one fluid motion, her messy cunt swallowing him up to the bicep. He used his bill to prod and preen at her rump cheeks, his free arm grasping at the syringe and fumbling for his thumb to find the plunger as his swallowed hand prodded around her soft, pillow-like flesh until he found the tight opening that was her cervix. He wanted to be aroused - he couldn't help it - but his sense of duty overcame him and he focused more on the task at hand. He shifted an dmoved until he felt his finger tip slip into her womb with the tube following suit.

As soon as he penetrated into her uterus, her walls clenched again, only this time they clenched in the middle around his elbow, holding him in place. The lips weren't too tight, and near the cervix was quite lax, so he was happy to see she wasn't forcing him out, even though her lips were quivering and she was gushing fluid down his chest and belly.

Ilorek held her tight, one arm up under her neck and the other on her back between her wing shoulders. He was whispering in her ear and being gentle but firm, holding her in place. Gryphons usually got knotted, and once they felt a cock prodding at their womb, it was their instinct to step away, tug on the knot, and let lesser drakes slip out while the properly endowed partners would be locked into her and they'd stay connected over night.

Luckily for Deughan, Ceylon was held in place by her owner, and she was pushing back and whimpering with every shift of deughan's limb inside her. Her walls actually were massaging him, twitching and constricting in waves from vulva to cervix, tightening around his bicep, then elbow, then forearm, then wrist, but not his actual hand. Over and over she did this, each one creating a feeling of suction clearly meant to force any cum into her womb.

Ready to give her what she desired, he squeezed at the plunger, the thick seed of Ilorek flowing through the tube and bursting out against his finger in her womb, trickling into the crevices and wrinkles of her uterus as her muscles contracted and tried to coax more from him. He had given all he could, and she had an entire load deposited directly into her womb, but she seemed to want more, as she was pushing back and arching her back more aggressively than before.

Deughan didn't want to let go or slip out, so he feigned not being done with the insemination. He rotated his wrist inside her to massage back against her undulating muscular waves of constriction, playing at the peristalsis that was sucking him in deeper and deeper until her distended lips were wrapped around his shoulder, meaty rump pressed against his cheek. He got only a glimpse as Ilorek let her go and stepped back. IT seemed odd at first, since she seemed to want to step away and pull at the knot that wasn't there, but instead she leaned back, arching her spine as her shrill chirping morphed into a deep rumble of a purr or even a growl.

Something felt wrong, so Deughan went to pull his hand out, only to feel something slide over the back of his hand in her womb, slipping between his thumb and forefinger to rest in his palm before forcing its way out through her cervix against his wrist. It felt like a large leech or snake or eel or something; a tendril or tentacle. The moment this revelation came to his realization, he went to pull out immediately, only to have the tendril quickly lash its way around his wrist, locking him in place.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he tugged against the power of the tendril, but it squeezed tighter and pulled harder, forcing his wrist through her cervix and into her womb. He also noticed that her flesh had grown loose and sloppy, more lubricated than before and relaxed enough that it was practically opening itself up to swallow him. Her clit winked and spewed more of her fluid down his chest, only this time it seemed thicker and gooier rather than the slick viscous femcum she had been squirting on him before.

Deughan tried to resist, a long, drawn out quack escaping his bill as he dropped the syringe and let the tube fall from her cavernous pussy with ease in a splash between the two of them. He brought his other hand up to press against her rump for extra leverage, but it slipped against her soaking rump fur as his fingers dipped into her cunt next to his bicep. He went to yank it out before he could be caught by the tendrils, but they were quick, bursting out of her cunt in one fluid motion to wrap around his wrist and between his fingers.

He caught only a glimpse of their slick, black flesh before another one burst out and wrapped itself around his neck and beak, smothering him and keeping him from struggling much. Her lips stretched and distended, gaping open as a mass of tendrils snaked their way out, grabbing his torso, arms, wrists, beak, head, neck, and a few even slipped out to wrap between his tail feathers and legs. The tangled mess of tendrils grew and grew, more of the tar-like flesh stretching and flattening to get a better grip on his feathers.

They were powerful, stronger than he was. He had no chance of resisting their commands. He was scared, his heart pumping blood and adrenaline through his veins and arteries as they forced him to shift his position, both hands straight forward in a diving position with his bill laid flat against both biceps. The flattened tendrils were wrapped around him tight enough that he couldn't look away, but they weren't covering his eyes or nostrils, so he could breathe and see clearly as her black flesh stretched wide and opened up to swallow him. The tendrils pulled, yanking him from his feet as her vulva slid over his beak and head, the image of her tender rump the last thing he saw before her lips slid over his head and squeezed him in place.

He tried struggling again, but the more he moved the more he felt her cavernous walls relax, growing looser and better lubricated with each motion. The tendrils were squeezing and tugging at him, yanking him in deeper one slick shift at a time. He felt her cervix loosen and slide over his wrists, forearms, elbows, and eventually beak and head as the tendrils continued to pull. One of them even slipped up between his leg and wrapped around his cock inside its slit, pleasing him as his motions pleased her.

Part of him wanted to struggle, to not let this happen, but without air or enough room to form a thought in her gaping cunt passage, he felt his mind relaxing and easing into a complacent state. He felt his lungs suck in some air, an involuntary sensation that should have been held back, but he found that the fluid that filled his lungs - her lubrication - wasn't actually unpleasant. In fact, the moment he felt her warmth flood his torso, he felt calm and at peace. He stopped kicking even as he felt her vulva slide over his hips, the tentacles tugging him in further as his cock slid over her clit.

She seemed to be enjoying this, as her muscles started squeezing up again, clenching in peristaltic waves from vulva to cervix the moment his hips passed through her opening. The extra muscle control had him slide in through her sex right into her womb within minutes.

He felt his hands curl up around him and his neck being forced to curl in a fetal position as he met the end of her uterus. His legs slipped through her opening in one final lurch as her lips closed around his toes, forcing the last of him into her. The added pressure from her final wink of her clit made him shift inside her, his whole form rotating in her womb until he felt his beak prodding at the inside of her cervix.

Deughan was forced into a fetal position, curled up tight as could be in her womb as her cervix closed itself off, stopping him from nuzzling or prodding at it. Her uterus had been filled with some thin fluid that he could easily inhale into his lungs without any further worry. As his breathing slowed to a near stop, he found himself drifting off into a deep sleep, her soft walls squeezing him tight. Mounds of her flesh squished against him, throbbing with each heartbeat that he could hear. The dull droning of her gut gurgling and fluttering pulse quickly put him to sleep inside her. He barely even had enough room inside her womb to let his cock slip from its confines.

"Aw, come on, Ilorek. You didn't have to do that to him." Valencia mused as she hopped up onto the stable walls.

"Why not? That bird has a lot of fetishes he has to go through if he's to be satisfied. Give it time. I'm sure we'll see him in a week or two." Ilorek smiled as he got to his feet. He gave Ceylon one gentle scritch and a rub before slipping out from the stable. He looked at Vareoth and nodded. "You should probably head back to town. If anyone asks, tell them he's here but preoccupied and will be back in two weeks."

Vareoth nodded and quickly darted out the front door of the homestead, smiling and whistling as he headed back to town.

On schedule, two weeks from that day, Ilorek was woken in the early hours of the morning to hear Ceylon crying out in her indoor stable. He quickly went to join her, leaving Valencia in bed.

She was going into labor, ready to lay her egg. He un-latched the door and slipped into the stall next to her, laying his palm on her belly to feel the enamel inside. He gave her abdomen and rub and a scritch as he cooed at her, offering little chirps of encouragement.

All at once, her muscles contracted and she grunted, neck extending and claws grasping at the straw. She whimpered and moaned a little, hind legs walking in place as she lifted her tail and spread her wings. She was ready for this any moment now.

Ilorek shifted around to beside her, observing her plump vulva, the redness of her insides peeling out as her engorged lips prepared for the egg. A steady trickle of clear fluid leaked from her birth canal, forming a puddle between her rump and the straw she used as bedding. He gently patted her hip and gave a gentle massage, slipping a single hand around between her legs to slip inside her. He had to loosen her up a bit, prepare her to pass the massive egg inside her.

Her cervix was right there, only a few inches inside her vulva thanks to her uterus growing and inflating with egg. He prodded at the meaty rim of flesh, using his digits to massage her and slowly loosen it up. She kicked and tried to struggle, but another powerful contraction rocked her form and she let out another wailing trill. She was in pain, at least a little, and wanted this egg out of her.

"It's okay, dear. We'll get this over with in a moment. Just work with me." he gave another gentle prod and laid his palm against the bulge of the eggs that was poking out of her womb, cervix gaped wide enough that he could spread all his fingers and still not touch the rim of her opening. He stepped back and pulled his hand from her depths, sure that he'd loosened her up enough.

Another powerful contraction rocked her body, and Ilorek watched with concern as the bulge of the egg prodded at the inside of her vulva as her lips winked in sync with the contraction. He smiled and nodded, pressing his palm against it again. He kept pressure on the end of it, stopping it from coming out in one powerful lurch, because that could tear her or she would end up bleeding. Not good.

Still, it didn't take much at all for her lips to part and her hips to widen. With one more, powerful lurch, she grunted and let out a squawk that forced the egg out of her with a massive flow of fluids that soaked the ground around her. She was fine, and she was ready to relax, tail wrapping around it as her lips slowly returned to normal size. She Huffed and puffed and panted at Ilorek, a deep churr escaping her beak as a teal mist started to billow up from around her entire form.

She was healing herself with what magic she possessed. It was a natural thing for her, and she seemed fine despite panting heavily with each beat of her heart.

Ilorek stepped over her limbs to give her an encouraging scritch. He was proud of her, and she seemed happy to be done with the whole ordeal, so she nuzzled up at him and preened at his neck feathers.

"Good girl. Good girl. When he hatches, we'll have more fun, okay?"

She chirped and wrapped her body around the egg, using her wing as a cover to keep it warm.