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All creatures, self-aware or otherwise, follow a driving impulse when they reach overpopulation. With resources insufficient and territory scarce, part of the population will always seek to leave their old cradle and move outward into the unknown. A small part, sharing a common adventurer spirit, leaving out of necessity but also out of curiosity.

In the case of this particular planet, such an exodus was currently underway by the avian inhabitants of their world’s northern land mass. Philosophers of their population had begun to speculate that their ancestors might even have been able to fly, though they themselves could not, their former wings instead having become forelimbs that eventually allowed them to develop tools, and begin to evolve into their world’s most intelligent species.

They had built small boats before in order to explore the local ocean, but their overcrowding had built to a point where small boats were no longer sufficient. Over a period of five of their local years, they built an enormous vessel to carry those brave enough to strike out for a new home across the unknown seas of their world. An enormous, three-masted trimaran to dwarf any of the smaller ones they had built before. This would be the new home of the explorers for untold months, and it had been built to ensure that they would be well provisioned for that journey.

Gifts were offered, tearful goodbyes were shared, and eventually the massive vessel was merely a speck on the horizon, disappearing from sight. The inhabitants of the northern continent went back to their lives as their adventurous cousins sailed beyond their sight, determined to brave the unknown for a chance at a new life.

It would turn out to be several months before they finally made landfall, an entire new world opened up for them with new possibilities. Within months, a new community was thriving on the unspoiled land. Within years, multiple towns had been established far from the initial landing point. However, one of those towns would soon find itself beset by an unexpected foe. When scared survivors reached the bulk of civilization, scouting parties were sent out, and they beheld a danger they had not expected.

Dozens of times their size, covered in thick scales, and with long legs that propelled their enormous mass to frightening speeds, the adventuring flightless avians found themselves with a natural enemy that could outrun them, destroyed any barriers they erected with contemptuous ease, and possessed an insatiable hunger. Every time one of these massive saurian predators was encountered, dozens were eaten or just ripped apart. None of the spears, arrows, or blades they used against it worked, regardless of the metal.

Within weeks they found themselves falling back to their initial landing, and the massive ship they thought was carrying them to a prosperous new life. Desperation, however, paved the way for plans and strategies, and the adventurers soon developed a means to start fighting back.

Some of that desperation they felt at their new plight was transformed into a kind of righteous indignation when they discovered the true motivation of these massive predators. Rather than attacking them for food, they were merely on a constant search for breeding partners. When the avians were able to observe them from a distance, they found that the males of this massive species took to reproduction with great gusto regardless of whatever breeding season they might have, and it appeared that the females remained fertile year-round. Males would unload a truly mind-bending load of semen into a female, and sometimes less than an hour later would already be running off to find another female to breed. It became clear that within a few more decades these saurians would have killed off every living creature on the continent and then just starved to death, all in pursuit of a dumb animal obsession with sex which the males clearly enjoyed immensely. They were going to breed themselves to death for pleasure. They were now on a mission to save not only themselves, but the dwindling natural wildlife of the entire continent.

When the next attack came on a nearby settlement, it started as usual with the massive saurian stampeding in, knocking down buildings and trying to eat anyone who couldn’t move fast enough to escape. As large as it was, they had determined it was still just a dumb animal and couldn’t think like they could. It proved this as it attempted to lay waste to a suspiciously empty village populated only by fit, fast males. This behavior persisted right up until it crashed through one particular building, activating a complicated snare that firmly secured its hind legs and sent it plowing into the ground at full speed, the impact hammering its head and knocking it senseless. Reinforcements were needed once the ropes were all secured, but soon the massive creature was being dragged back to their home base so the next phase of the plan could start.

The avians had practiced animal husbandry back on their home continent, and they recognized the utility of sterilization in controlling breeding. In the case of these monsters they were faced with, scouts had found nesting grounds for them on multiple occasions, revealing that they appeared to lay sizeable clutches multiple times each breeding season and were thus exploding in population. However, being reptilian, all of their reproductive organs were contained safely underneath of their impenetrable hides. The only part of their anatomy that might conceivably not be protected in this manner had never been observed, but they had a plan to change this.

Inside of a large barn designed for the purpose, the saurian they had ensnared was allowed to awake after first being trussed down from snout to tail tip, lying on its side. It struggled against the ropes, but when it found it was completely unable to move, it lay still again and stared dumbly forward, its eyes turning to look at movement near it every now and then. It really was just a dumb animal blindly following its instincts, and that realization only served to further stoke the resentment in its captors.

The beast’s lack of reaction to its surroundings changed almost immediately when a large earthenware jug was brought out and uncapped. Almost immediately the strong smell of urine began to permeate the surrounding area, and as unpleasant as it was, it had exactly the effect they had hoped because it happened to be from a female of the species. The soaked dirt had cost lives to successfully collect, all of whom received vindication as a large, odd-shaped rod of flesh began to poke out of the monster’s scales and push its way into the light. Where the rest of the creature’s formidable bulk was covered in that armor-thick hide, this was bare, red flesh, veins throbbing visibly on its surface. It came to a flat end with fleshy lumps like cilia all around, the whole appendage looking completely alien to the saurian’s captors.

While the rest hesitated briefly at this unexpected result, one stepped forward. He had lost friends and family to these saurians, and now it looked like he might finally have a chance to avenge them. With that thought foremost in his mind, he lifted his spear in both hands and drove it into the meat of the massive penis in front of him.

If the mood in the room hadn’t been so tense, there likely would have been a cheer as his finely sharpened metal spear tip sunk into the throbbing red flesh, a small dribble of blood starting from the wound, and a pained grunt coming from the bound saurian. A relieved sigh could be heard from the others as they all bore witness to the monster’s weakness finally being revealed. The first volunteer grinned savagely as he yanked his spear back out of the wound, only to gasp in shock as virtually no more blood came from the wound. More of his peers stepped forward and saw that the blood was already clotting, so it looked like they wouldn’t be able to simply bleed the monsters out after catching them. That left them only one other option, and they all went to a rack set up along the wall and equipped themselves with far larger blades.

The first of them to strike was first to return, this time bearing a halberd that he held with a practiced grip, wielding it this time like an axe as he swung it down into the saurian’s penis, burrying the axe-head blade in front of the spear tip deep inside. Thick, dark blood welled up from the strike and began to quickly clot again, but this time bleeding wasn’t their objective. He drew back the weapon once more, and brought it down again slightly lower, opening a slit at the very base of the penis’s underside. A friend of his stepped forward with a heavy two-handed sword and swung it down aiming directly for the slit that had already been cut, the blade making good use of the wound and sweeping downwards through turgid flesh, the slit opening suddenly wider as the urethra was penetrated and laid open.

The excitement in the air was palpable, now. They were making real progress, and might actually have found a way to save their kind without having to leave this new land they had discovered. With smaller single-handed blades, two of the now anxious avians pulled and probed at the severed and exposed urethra, finding it somewhat loosely anchored to the rest which allowed the shaft skin to move over it to some extent, most likely assisting sensation and the build to orgasm. With one slice up along the underside of the penis, the were able to pull the fleshy tube out completely, leaving it anchored only to the flat glans with it’s rubbery barbs.

Having accomplished this with surprisingly little blood loss, an idea was now forming in the minds of the avians conducting this live disection. One of the two knife wielders walked around to the front of the glans, found the small, round hole in the tip, and sliced around it, causing the heavy tube of flesh to slide free of the slit in the underside and fall to the ground. As they examined the raw wound left in the shaft - made somewhat difficult by the beast’s continued squirming - they came to the conclusion that with this kind of damage done to it, the wound would mostly close. If they could do the removal without slicing through the bottom of the penis, there would be very little diameter left for expelling fluid, and given the enormous size of the ejaculations they’d seen these monsters produce and the force that appeared to be behind them, they could see in each other’s eyes that they were all having the same idea.

The others all cheered to, and in that blood-reeking barn on the blood-soaked soil they embraced and laughed, tears running down some faces in equal parts elation and relief. They had finally found a way to save their species and keep their foothold on this new continent.

Over the next several months, traps were set, deserted villages were mysteriously repopulated, and more enormous saurian males were enticed into what they thought would be another rampage for free food. One by one, as each group was successful in capturing a male of the species, the process from the first was repeated. Eventually, the avian’s ingenuity led to the creation of an enormous contraption buried in a shallow pit that was able to do in seconds with levers and counterweights what had taken them almost an hour in that barn not so long ago.

A saurian would be led on a chase toward one of these pits until it fell in. If the runners did their job right, it would fall in on its side, stunning it and leaving it unable to fight back as the ingenius contraption was pushed forward against its belly. Ropes would be thrown across it and anchored down while it was still stunned from the landing, and before it could recover the female pheromones were employed, causing an almost immediate instinctual arousal response.

As soon as the monster’s penis would fully erect, a large, round, serrated edged tube was spun and pressed into the meat of the penis, separating the urethra from the glans it was anchored to. This now achieved, a noose was applied, tightened down roughly, and a lever pull was all it took to have an enormous net full of rocks fall to the ground, the mechanism using the weight combined with lever-action to apply enormous force, ripping the urethra free from inside the creature as it howled in agony.

This gruesome task now complete, the avians would undo their ropes and flee while the beast recovered, the dumb creatures not even attempting to damage the mechanism which had been used to maim them because they couldn’t understand it. They would simply struggle their way painfully out of the shallow pit and limp away, completely unaware that the pain they were suffering now would fade, but the damage done was permanent.

Urination, though excruciating, would serve to keep the wound from closing up completely, but the true effects of the extraction wouldn’t become known until they had healed enough for that dumb lust for breeding would rear its head, and they would once more go stampeding from place to place searching for females. As avian scouting parties observed from a distance, a male would discover a female, mount her, and after a minute or so of humping at her would suddenly roar loudly and tumble backwards off of her, thrashing on the ground. With the urethral opening now having closed to a tiny fraction, the force of the creature’s ejaculation combined with not enough space for the flow of fluid would cause enormous pain, making their legs collapse as a thin dribble of seed tinted pink would flow slowly from their damaged penis for sometimes as long as an hour, not a bit of it reaching its intended target.

Over the next several months, dozens and eventually hundreds of males were caught and subjected to the same treatment. Over the next several years, the lack of sexual gratification created a noticeable lack in the aggressive behaviors the monsters used to exhibit, and the avians were able to begin expanding again.

Eventually, with food still available but their population dwindling, the massive predators would quietly go extinct. Dozens of species that were on the verge of extinction themselves began to flourish, some of them easily domesticated for the avians. As more ships occasionally crossed the ocean bringing new colonists, they would discover a land of promise and opportunity freed from the tyranny of its former horny overlords, and they would prosper.