FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Note: Falken are a race of large birds taller than people. With a chocobo or ostritch-like posture , they give off a strong natural scent to attract mates and are able to breed with any species, though most prefer avian species such as harpies.

“Are they even open?"

Dice sighed to herself, eyes caught on the broken window with a piece of fabric limply hanging over the fractured glass. It was barely secured, and blew in the wind of the dusty street. It took her an entire day of wandering through the backstreets to find this little shop, every time she asked she received conflicting directions. She found it, eventually, by mere accident. But surely this can't be it , she thought to herself. This time her eyes glanced up at the sign that hung from a single hook, twisting in the wind.

*– Ra the Curse Breaker – *

Painted by an unsteady grip in black paint, the sign looked old. Dice let out a defeated groan, and looked down. Her blue and green feathers glimmered in the fading sunlight, short sharp feathers that ran down her arms denoting her hummingbird heritage. From her waist down was smooth gray bird skin, while her upper half was more human-like. A harpy. But that's not what she was looking at; she lingered on something specific on her body, exposed to the open air. A black tattoo stamped mockingly just below her bellybutton. A heart in the center with two wings on each side, this curse had caused her nothing but trouble. She had to get it off.

It would be worth it. It had to be, even if she was a Falken. The idea of her first up close encounter with one drove a spike of fear into her chest, weighing down every step. She's heard the stories. She knows what they can do to someone with bird heritage like her. But it was to get it removed, or be unable to wear anything other than this revealing garbage the rest of her life. Her current outfit was a long flowing black and blue dress wrapped just below the tattoo, and a simple black wrap around her flat chest, an economic option that clung to her tightly. Dice hated this outfit, how much bare skin she had to show. As the next gust of wind rushed through the street and she could feel it wash over her body. It made her chudder, suppressing a quiet moan of delight. She stepped into the store.

The incense was the first thing that she noticed. The sudden shift from light to a murky room made it hard to see at first, but the scent hit her like a wall. A strong odor of smoke and herbs, not entirely unpleasant, but strong enough that she didn't want to be around it long. Her eyes began to adjust, and she finally understood what this place was. A single, large room with rows upon rows of shelves to the left and right of her, and a path down the center of them. On each of the shelves was junk. Rusted old pots, jars filled with random objects, and some broken parts of machines. All of the parts were physically damaged, peppered with little holes and scratch marks. Hanging from the ceiling were small ornate cages. Unlike the other junk, the cages seemed to be in good condition, each of them no more the size of her head, most even smaller than that. As she was drawn into the shop, she saw each shelf did have some semblance of 'reason' as to what was on them. There was a bone shelf, a trinket shelf, a shelf of only round objects… But none of that was what she was here for. She shook her head, and looked forward towards the desk at the back of the shop, where she could see someone behind it.

Each step let out a loud creak. Some floorboards almost seemed deliberately unkept, so they could be as unnerving as possible. A shiver ran up Dice's back, and she steeled herself. Slow footsteps turned to a steady walk forward, her talons clacking on the ground with every step. Behind the counter, the figure stirred. Its head rose, and that resolve she just built up crumbled. Fight or flight kicked in, and her body twisted to run.

“Ohoh oh… Weeelcome in. It's been so long since I've had a customer."

Its voice was strained, though not elderly. More like speaking hurt, or was hard in some other way. Dice froze, the clutches of social interaction trapping her in place as she turned back to face the monster.

“A-Ah, yeah, it was kinda hard to find your shop."

“Hehehee, you can only find it when you're truly lost sweetie. Please, come closer, let me get a good look at you."

There was a genuine joy in the back of the creature's voice. Dice's legs moved on their own, each step feeling like she had lead shoes on now. The back of the shop was the darkest area, and all around were more of those hanging cages. Some had dim light in them, others had smoke pouring out. On the desk was a gigantic, nearly 3 foot tall incense burner, oozing a thick gray mist onto the floor that sunk between the floorboards. Dice looked up, and met the gaze of the monster in front of her.

She was a Falken. A race of gigantic birds with a storied history. A history of debaucherous conquerors, ruthless politicians, and dangerous hosts, all of whom had enemies fall at their feet as captured wives of conquest. Known for their libidinous inclinations, Dice was guarded against anything, and no longer inhaling through her nose. All harpies know not to smell a Falken, it's drilled into them from a young age. Even with the history of the Falken in mind, their effects on those with an avian heritage are severe .

Raven black feathers made it even harder for Dice to make out her raptor body, but that wasn't what she focused on. Hanging off of her wings were hundreds upon thousands of pieces of golden jewelry. Small golden disks cascaded across her wings that reminded Dice of scales. Countless small charms with runic symbols, ankhs, and geometric shapes as well. Whenever the Falken's body shifted her jewelry rattled dangerously. Around her neck was a single, thick gold ring with a veil that covered the rest of her head. Over her eyes was a simple black cloth with a golden eye pattern, and beneath it, a gigantic, black beak. Dice measured up the Falken's body, and realized she was sitting on a large black pillow, her wings lazily hanging on it, obviously weighed down from the jewelry. The Falken was gigantic compared to her short 5'2" stature, if she had to guess, maybe 7 feet fully standing?

“I a-am here because I would like you to break my c-curse."

Her voice stuttered, and she stood a solid 2 feet away from the counter, ready to bolt at any moment. Her breath held on instinct, she didn't want to inhale even a whiff of a Falken's musk.

“Kheeee hehe, good, then you DID actually come to the right shop! I get so many lost little souls who waaandering in here and try to purchase things from my collection."

She raised up a wing, the sound of clattering metal ringing out as she motioned to the shelves.

“That's all not for sale?"

Dice eased herself into the situation, sticking to small talk.

“Of course not, it's all my wonderful little trinkets I find while out and about… They all feel so wonderful in my claws, so fun to play with!"

From under her wings, Dice watched as one of her legs kicked out. The Falken shifted her weight to the left while she did, revealing her gigantic, raptor-like leg with thick, flesh-ripping talons. All 4 of her claws were dug into a metallic jar, and there were holes dotting the whole thing. Her middle talon though had something on it, a golden extension that doubled the length of the talon itself. Explains why all the rest of the trinkets had scratch marks as well. The Falken withdrew her leg, and cocked her head.

“I'm Ra. Who are you?"

“Dice, ah…"

“Describe your body."

“W-What?!"

She took a small step back, ready to run.

“Kheeeekhekeh, little birdie. I'm blind."

She shook her head a little bit, the black cloth over her eyes shifting. There was nothing inside of her eye sockets.

“I need to know what you are for the ritual."

“...Oh. Yeah, ah, okay."

Even then, it didn't make full sense to her, but if she was blind then at least she couldn't be leered at.

“I'm a h-harpy. I'm mostly hummingbird, and-"

“And what about your clothes~?"

This time her cackle echoed through the room, causing some cages to rattle around her. Jingling from her jewelry continued to reverberate against her ears, almost rhythmically.

“W-Why you are just a dirty-"

“I'm joking little birdie… You harpies get so worked up around Falken. I even took the courtesy of masking my scent for you to make you feel better."

She nodded to the gigantic pot nearby that was billowing smoke. It was only then that Dice released her pent up breath, and the intense incense burned into her nostrils. It was so strong up close. And yet, something about it made her head fuzzy. Maybe her body didn't agree with something in it, but it almost made her dizzy.

“W-Whatever, look, I have a curse and you need to break it. Recently I uh… Kinda, got on someone's bad side. And they reached out and muttered a curse on me. I have this, crest, on my stomach, and it's so sensitive. If I'm wearing clothes and they even brush it my entire body shivers."

“Ah, a fertility tattoo. Washumu Alkhusuba . A simple tattoo, cosmetic change with a bad effect, most of the time lust driven in nature. Tell me birdie, have you been feeling… Warm recently?"

“Uhm."

She froze. She felt it right now. A dribble of excitement leaked out running down her inner thighs.

“Yes."

“Then it should be simple! All we'll need to do is bring you to the ritual room, and draw a reverse crest upon it, and they should negate eachother. Kheeeheheh… Of course, unless you've had that tattoo for more than a month."

“...Why?"

“Well, at that point it's no longer… Cosmetic. Curses take time to root into your soul. Your body is easy, but into your being is tricky. The longer you wait the more it sinks its tendrils into you, eventually becoming part of your soul. That's a more… Intricate ritual."

“It's been, uh… a month and 2 days…"

Ra cocked her head, and sighed.

“Well then, this is going to be quite troublesome for you birdie! We'll need to start tearing it off of your soul. It will be painful, and take time, but we can begin."

“H-How much?"

“...How much what? How much will it hurt? Lots!"

“No! No, how much does it cost ."

Ra cocked her head in the other direction.

“Cost? Why would I charge for this?"

“Uh, isn't this like a business? Or is it-"

“Oh birdie you misunderstand, it is… I don't do this for free, but my payment is that little curse. See allll these cages?"

For the first time, she looked. Really looked up. The ceiling was dark, but hanging from it was countless little cages. Some large, some small, but unlike the trinkets they were all in pristine condition. Inside some of the cages she could see tiny lights. When Dice gazed across the ceiling, certain cages glimmered, making the ceiling almost look like a starry sky.

“Those are curses I've dealt with and removed. Placed away in my focus of choice for later consumption. They are delightfully filling~"

Ra began to shift, truly move for the first time since Dice met her. The ancient beast was stirring.

“Now, let me get a good look at your tattoo… Come closer."

Dice stepped forward, crossing the threshold. Ra's neck craned forward, her long avian body able to lean over the counter as her head got close to Dice's stomach. She was suddenly reminded of the cloth over Ra's eyes.

“W-Wait, aren't you-"

“Hush."

She whispered, her beak now inches away from her stomach. Dice froze up. Fear gripped her chest, and she just stared. Ra's breath was so heavy, so hot on her bare stomach. Her tattoo tingled. Suddenly, Ra's beak opened and a thick tongue came out, round and massive, and licked up her stomach. She whined outloud, legs nearly buckling against eachother as she felt the hot tongue press into her skin. They nearly gave out beneath her, but Ra pulled away quickly after the lick, leaving Dice with a wet stomach.

The moment her thoughts connected again she let out a scream, stumbling backwards and falling onto the floor. Ra cackled, louder than she ever had before. The jewelry clattered against each other, ringing through the entire room, like it came from every direction. Like the trinkets that were around them were laughing at her.

“I'm blind you fool, of course I can't see it… The only way I know what kind it is is to lick it! It's a liiittle trick I learned."

Ra swung her head from side to side, humming to herself.

“If I told you that I had to lick it, you would never have believed me and ran. Now I know what it is."

“S-Shut up, you fucking monster, I'm leaving!"

Dice began to collect herself, pressing her wings against the smokey floor and starting to stand.

“You were cursed by a witch. This is a powerful tattoo… You must have reaaaaaaaallly gotten to her. That's a Bitch Tattoo. Meant to mark you as a fertile, waiting mate. The arousal drives you mad, unable to control your desires. I'm not sure how you managed to make a witch so mad, you're too cute to do something like that too."

The harpy gripped one of the shelves for support, standing up with shaking knees, face beet red.

“No, I'm, I can control-"

“Kheeehehee… Birdie I can smell your dick from here. If I DID have eyes, I'd bet any amount of gold on the bulge you're trying to hide right now. And the worst part of it…"

Dice gulped, glancing down. She tried wearing large, flowing dresses to hide her shame, but it was true. She's been unable to control her arousal, and ever since she got near this shop she's been fighting her desires. Even as the last part of her sentence left the Falken's mouth, Dice knew exactly what she was going to say.

“You can't get off, not unless you submit to the tattoo's conditions."

Dice glanced at the door. Why did it seem so far away? The light that one peeked through the windows was nowhere to be seen anymore, darkness had arrived..

“Dammit."

Defeat. Dice slumped forward.

“I-It's so, fucking annoying. No matter what I do I can't get off, I get so c-close, and-"

“I take it you didn't submit to the tattoo then? You're strong willed…"

Ra's voice trailed off. She was intrigued.

“I could feel it, I, I know what it wanted. It wanted someone in my… My, uh…"

“Ass, dearie, you can say it around me, I know you have one. If you had a vagina, then you'd be driven into a near constant heat and want to get bred. But without that, the tattoo makes due, and treats your body like you did and puts you into a heat."

The Falken spoke about such a topic like it was the most casual thing in the world. Dice knew Falken were more open about sex, but she was treating it like it was the most casual thing in the world.

“Okay, okay, I get it, you know what I've got. A… B-Word tattoo. Can you get it off me???"

“Of course."

“Then do it!"

“Okay."

Dice just looked forward to Ra, waiting. Nothing. The pair were silent for a moment, before Dice grew frustrated.

“W-What now? Why are you just, being quiet? Get it off me!!"

“Ah!! Sorry, I was distracted, thinking about what cage we'll need to get for you."

“CAGE?"

“Of course, birdie, for your curse. What else would I mean?"

Every moment and interaction she shared with Ra only made her more upset. Was she messing with her on purpose? Or was she just weird? She crossed her arms, impatiently tapping her talons onto the ground, and took a deep breath. The incense burned in her nostrils, it smelled so much stronger than it did a moment ago. Her body was so warm , and she felt some precum dot her dress. When did her breathing get so heavy?

“Whatever, just, pick a cage. Any cage you want, just hurry up."

“Are you suuuuure?"

“What the fuck do you mean 'am I sure'?? Just pick a damn cage for me already! I-I'm tired of your games Ra, please, I just want to break this damn curse already."

Ra nodded, and lifted up her other leg. Dice couldn't see before, but as she drew it up she saw the large smoking pipe in her claws that she gently brought to her beak. Ra took a long, dramatic breath from it, before her entire body relaxed. There was a flash of gold that rushed across her feathers, a pulse of energy visible that knocked Dice off guard. Was she smoking a curse?

“Alright, I'll pick out a nice cage for you then. I have two in mind, actually."

For the first time, Ra stood. One leg after the other moved off of her nest, midnight scales glittering in the dim light of a nearby candle. Then, she moved forward, sliding her wings and body off of the pillow and standing to attention. 7 feet tall. Dice looked up in awe of the beast, and noticed that her wings didn't fold onto her sides. Instead, both hung down and dragged across the floor, obviously weighed down by the thousands of pieces of jewelry. Dice backed up, trying to avoid her path as much as possible. She stepped around the corner, getting dangerously close to Dice, before she walked to the left.

“Follow me little birdie, follow me to the ritual room."

Behind her wings she finally saw her tail feathers, long single feathers that draped downwards and traced the floor, but had no metal adorning them. With those tail feathers and the wings it looked almost like a dress, hiding whatever was between her legs. She gulped, briefly remembering diagrams of Falken she's seen in the past. They normally have engorged, always out tapered cocks that hang between their legs, but thankfully she couldn't see it. Dice began to follow behind at a reasonable distance, glancing over at her 'nest'. Black feathered on a gigantic black pillow. It looked… Wet, where she had sat. It must be coated in Falken musk and sweat, probably cum too. She lingered, breath heavy. Ra probably sat there all day long, her scent probably building up on that pillow-

“Birdie? Come."

She snapped out of it. Ra was ten steps ahead of her suddenly. Why was she so dazed? Dice stepped forward, hurrying behind the Falken. The pair walked through a small hallway. Forward was a set of stairs, and to the right, a single door that Ra pushed on. It loudly creaked open, and she drifted beyond its depths. Danger. Her feathers stood on end, plumage on her chest and back especially. She did not want to go back there . Something deep inside of her was afraid of what would happen if she did. But her legs kept walking. Her body moving on its own, she followed behind ra, almost like she was on an invisible leash.

The room was dark, briefly, before a ring of candles lit up on the floor surrounding a clean spot on the floor. The room was lined wall to wall with shelves with materials for a proper ritual. Herbs, body parts, jars of strange liquids, as well as a large metallic bowl that Ra was grabbing from on top of one. Her beak bit it, and she gently lowered it onto the ground in front of it.

“Lay down."

An order. Dice stepped past the door frame, the door closing behind her on its own. It swung from its own weight, but she noticed it wasn't locked; it had no handles. It was a two way pushable door. That, at least, gave her some comfort. The moment she crossed the boundaries of the circle, the room grew silent. It was before, other than the minor noises of steps or crunching of whatever Ra was grabbing, but inside it was silent . The chorus of the world, noises she didn't even know she had grown used to hearing, were gone. Gently, she rested against the wooden floorboards, watching Ra. She sniffed the air experimentally; the smell of incense was not strong here. The Falken's scent, however, was no longer masked much to her sudden horror.

Thankfully, some WAS still covered by the incense, but she could taste it underneath it. It was disgusting. A heavy, moist scent of sweat, cum, and sex. The stench of a monster driven by lust, passively showing everyone around it just how 'attractive' it was. She gagged, bringing a wing up to cover her mouth immediately. There was a moment of relief, strangely. It was her first exposure to a Falken's musk and she hated it. Thank god . She did breathe solely through her mouth after that, in long, heavy breaths. When did it get so hot in here?

Ra was collecting ingredients all the while. She clutched each one in her beak or foot talons and dropped it into the bowl. Though, Dice noticed for each one she was careful with what she grabbed; she either tasted or dug her talons into them trying to determine if she had in fact grabbed the right object. A pile of sage, a capsule of bonedust that shattered when thrown in, and a green liquid that hissed when it touched the bowl. Lastly, she walked to a small side closet Dice hadn't noticed at first; no door, just a tiny room. From it, she withdrew with a small, silver cage. Ornate and sterling, it stood out from the rustic colors of the ritual room, almost out of place. Gently Ra sat it down.

“Oh, that's… Pretty."

“Thank you. I knew you'd like it. Sterling silver seems like it'd compliment you, I can hear it in your voice. If I could see your eyes, I'm sure it'd go with them."

Ra smiled at her. It was a kind smile. The sudden and genuine compliment knocked Dice off guard, her face growing even redder. While she laid down, she could feel her own arousal creeping upwards. Ever since she got into the shop it'd been harder and harder to deny the need that coursed through her- her fear of Ra helped her ignore it, but now, the waiting made her painfully aware. She's blind though, right? If that's the case, maybe it doesn't matter if she sees it…

The room suddenly lit up with a flash, as the bowl caught fire, making Dice jump and shoot up from the floor. Ra was holding a lit match in her beak, and dropped it into the flaming bowl. In front of the hummingbird's eyes, the fire rose, shifting colors. From azure to vermillion it danced, intense vibrant colors that lit up the room. Each time, the eye on Ra's veil shifted with it, mimicking the color. Now looking at Ra straight on, when the color flashed yellow next, Dice caught a glimpse of something lighting up between Ra's legs. Something large, hanging down, and glistening at the tip. Seeing it made her extremely aware once again that she was dealing with a Falken, even if she was a flatterer.

“Birdie, do me a favor, and tell me what color this fire is-"

Ra clutched some sage and tossed it in, the fire suddenly extinguishing. Surprised, Dice stuttered out a response, but stopped herself when she looked inside the pot itself. A thick, black sludge had spawned at the bottom, and after a moment, she saw the white flames coming off of it. A low, simmering flame that barely extends over the liquid itself.

“...White."

“Ah! It worked. It's been quite some time since I've done that one, if the fire turned pink then we would have died! Kheeehahaha."

Dice sighed, and shook her head and looked down at the liquid before her.

“So, what's that for?"

“Oh, this? It's a paste we're going to apply over the tattoo to pull it off of your body. Once we remove the physical mark, I'll use the same area as a means of accessing your spirit to purify the rest of the curse."

That sounded intense. Ra brought one of her legs over, and picked up a tool she hadn't noticed before. A paintbrush. It was a small one and looked almost comically tiny in between the claws of her gigantic feet, but Ra gingerly dipped it into the solution. Dice, however, was taken aback by just how powerful Ra's raptor-like legs looked. Powerful, almost abyssal looking, with talons that rivaled the size of her fingers. One could easily crush her head.

“Biiirdie… Last chance to back out. I need to be absolutely clear on what's going to happen here, so you don't run before I finish. I'm going to use this to paint over your bitch tattoo, and then pour the remaining liquid directly onto that spot. Once there, I'll be pressing my claw against it, and channeling energy."

Ra raised up her right foot, dragging the golden extension on the claw against the floor and showing it to her.

“ For you , the sensation is going to be akin to sex. You'll be sensitive, it's going to feel good but sometimes painful, but you won't be able to cum. After that, you'll need to immediately try to climax, and expel any remaining arousal from that state. Once you're done with that, the curse should be expelled."

Dice bit her lip, thinking about the situation. Just… How bad would this be? Just as she was about to ask a question, Ra stopped her.

“One more thing. The most important one of all."

The Falken stepped forward with a terrifying speed, and shot her head forward and stopped an inch away from the hummingbird's face.

“If you break away from this ritual, not only will it fail, but the curse will slam into you all at once, and heighten. You will likely try and fuck anything nearby. And I think you know what that means."

Ra raised her golden claw again, pressing it sideways against Dice's chin. Her black beak parted, and she licked the edges of it with her thick tongue. Her breath smelled like smoke, and Dice couldn't help but shiver. Why did she get the thrill of… Excitement from that?

“ Understood? "

“Y-Yes, Ma'am."

“Ma'am? What a polite little birdie, it's a shame it's taken this long for me to finally meet you. You're simply…"

The claw dragged under her chin all the way to the tip, before pulling away.

“ Perfect. "

Dice hung off of that word, mind going briefly blank. Ra stood back up, and suddenly began to shake her body. The cacophonous ringing filled the room from her clanging jewelry, making a discordant song. Feathers began to fly off, raven black ones that drifted near to Dice. The stench in the room suddenly grew much much heavier around her, and she quickly covered her face with a wing. Dice could feel her cock in the flowing dress, it was begging for any stimulation. Each time she shifted she could feel the fabric dragging across it, making her quiver. A hand of hers reached down to press against the fabric, trying to soothe her sudden arousal. Thankfully, she still found that scent disgusting, she thought to herself. Once Ra finished, she reached down and picked up the paintbrush.

“Now, flat on your back my little birdie. Things are about to get physical. Please control yourself… Or I'll be forced to control you myself . You're strong, though, so I have faith you can handle it."

Dice gulped at that, pressing her back against the floor. The candles around her flickered with a dim orange light as Ra breached the barrier the candles formed around her. As soon as Ra entered, all of the candles doused, but the light remained in the room. The large bird loomed over Dice, and despite her having no eyes it felt like Ra stared. That scent grew even stronger now. Her breaths were long, and heavy, and every few seconds she felt herself growing dizzy. It was distracting enough that when Ra sat on top of her legs, she jumped. Her focus diverted from the virile scent to the bird now lying atop her clothed legs. Briefly, her mind retracted back- did she just call the scent… Virile in her head?

Ra was heavy on her legs, damp feathers pressing into her flowing, thankfully layered dress. The moment Dice got home she knew that she had to burn these clothes. Ra was careful not to touch any exposed skin however, instead bringing her leg forward clutching the paintbrush. The room was utterly silent. The only noises Dice could hold onto was her own heart hammering in her ears, and her heavy breath. One wing was over her mouth, trying desperately to block any more vile Falken musk. She watched Ra bring the paintbrush down, a black flame on the tip of it, making contact with her tattoo.

A sudden, intense spike of pleasure ran up Dice's back, moaning loudly into her wing. Her cock throbbed against Ra's underside, pressing up into the Falken's thick feathers. She had to have noticed it, but Dice didn't dare ask, instead biting her wing to try and further hide her noises. Her tattoo burned with a raw sensitivity like a g-spot. Ra delicately dragged the brush across each intricate mark, tracing it and burning it away. Dice did her best not to move, but whenever Ra moved to a new area of ink she shook with an overwhelming pleasure. It hurt at the same time, like someone pressing into an open wound but she wasn't sure whether the pain made it worse or even more intoxicating.

“Stop moving. I thought warned you."

Ra grumbled, her head idly moving from side to side. Right, she's blind, Dice thought,she's likely going off of memory alone from when she was licked. The sheer impressiveness of that idea made her slowly begin to relax, watching Ra at work. She wasn't getting used to it, but now that the start was past, she could at least control any future moans.

“Oh my, a Harpy on her back with a Falken lying on top of her, hoohoohoo, what a fun way for this day to turn out.

“S-Shut, up… It's just, business."

“You're the one pressing your dick against me."

“Shut, uppPAAAAA!"

Dice raised her voice, before being caught off guard by a quick movement by Ra. The Falken painted over a long solid area in one quick stroke, making Dice's stomach visibly tense. Ra stopped painting, letting her work the arousal out of herself, pressing it back a moment later.

“You have a pretty little voice, Birdie."

Dice scowled, stewing in her melting pot of lust and anger, not gracing her with a response. Ra kept going, despite that.

“I get all sorts into my little shop, but the only thing I have to gauge them off of is their smell, and how they sound. People with flat voices are my least favorite, but yours is so… Fiery. You really speak your mind, it's beautiful to hear."

Another strange compliment, making Dice feel even more conflicted in all of this. During an easier to manage spot, Dice replied.

“And, h-how do I smell?"

“I already told you. Horny! I could smell your need the moment you walked in, kheeehehe…"

Dice shook her head, annoyed she even asked.

“But other than that… You smell like pastries. Did you visit a bakery earlier?"

“I got my mind off of the–"

She sucked in air through her teeth, arching her back and suppressing a moan.

“-Hhaa, my mind off of the curse with sweets."

Ra hummed to herself quietly, nodding at her response.

“Perhaps you'll have to show me that bakery sometime, I'd love to visit it, kheehehehe."

“...Wait, like-"

“Ah, hold on. Sorry to cut our conversation, but we're reaching the next stage! What fun. I've physically removed most of the tattoo, but now, I need to channel a focus through it. I'll need to physically touch you, and it's going to be intense. Are you ready?"

“No, but do it."

“Good little birdie."

Ra re-adjusted herself and sat back down. This time when she did, Dice immediately grew a deeper blush than ever before. She felt the Falken's cock. A gigantic, tapered, slick member that sat between her legs, nearly three times longer than her own member. Even with the layers of cloth she could feel its dampness pressing into the clothes, and a pair of fat nuts were weighing down on her as well. Dice was utterly speechless, unable to even breathe briefly. The tip of Ra's dick was pressed between the dress-covered thighs, the tip an inch away from her own. Before Dice could react, Ra tossed aside the paintbrush and pressed her golden talon against the remains of the tattoo. The world nearly went completely blank.

“W-w-wait, is tHAAAAAAAA-"

Not even the wing could dampen her anymore. The ear-piercing scream made Ra flinch, but she didn't stop. The talon pressed firmer against her skin, before suddenly breaking through . Not into her body, but her soul. It used the former tattoo as a gate inside, channeling an ancient spell while she dug that claw deeper inside, twisting back and forth. In Dice's weary mind, she couldn't parse how she felt. Her frantic, scattered thoughts were constantly crashing and unable to form full ideas but part of her did wonder if this was a perverse, incorporeal form of 'sex'.

Dice's body writhed, no longer able to control itself. Her wings slammed into the ground and she moaned into the open air, cumming for the first time in nearly a month. It was a weak climax, however, drops of cum squirting through her dress and oozing over Ra's dick. The release made her nearly cry with joy, but it was cut far too short. Deep in the fog of the situation, Dice slid down, deeper underneath Ra on accident. Now separated only by a thin two layers of fabric, their erect dicks pressed against each other. Despite that, Ra didn't seem to react, humming that same tune to herself and smiling. Black feathers graced her skin. They were dusted in a thin layer of Falken sweat, gently sweeping over her.

“You're doing such a good job birdie, I'm surprised you haven't passed out yet! Most tend to faint immediately. You really are full of surprises, hmm? I wonder how many more are hiding inside. Maybe I'll cut you open and check! Kheeehahah. "

Ra smiled again, suddenly digging her extension even deeper inside, utterly violating Dice's soul. She nearly came a second time on the spot, but it just wasn't giving her release. Instead her body burned from head to toe with ecstasy and a crackling sensation, every single feeling on her skin amplified hundreds of times over. Even the cloth that graced her nipples she could feel every single fiber of, rubbing against her visibly pointed tits. Drool ran down the side of Dice's mouth, and she was nearly insensate.

“Ah… There we go. That was enough to bring her to the edge. I wonder, though, is this hummingbird truly what I was waiting for?"

She spoke out loud, knowing that the hummingbird couldn't understand her words right now. Ra cocked her head, leaning her head down close to Dice's neck and sniffing. She matched the smell perfectly, and Ra couldn't help but relax.

“I suppose my search is over then, Dice… I hope I don't have to wait any longer."

Ra spoke wistfully and solely to herself, letting the poor little birdie ride out the incomprehensible edging. She wished that she could just take her right here or even begin grinding her hips forward, but no, she wouldn't dampen their relationship like that. Instead, she quietly smelled the scent of the bakery, letting her mind wander.

----------------------------

Dice shot up out of the bed, and immediately groaned in pain. Her mind was racing, but she wasn't sure why, and the world was loud. Every tiny sensation was overwhelming, every touch and sound reverberating ad nauseam. It was only when her eyes focused down did things seem to calm down. There was a blanket on her lap. Her blanket was black and gold, and the softest one she had ever felt. Whenever she moved, the sensations of the world seemed amplified, ghosts of pleasure coursing through her body. Everything other than that blanket. Her memories started coming back, and she remembered everything . Next to her, a small limp flickered dimly, the only light in the whole room. Above the bed was a window, and outside it was night-time.

Dice gently lifted up the blanket, trying not to move too fast and looked down at her stomach. The tattoo was gone, in its place an pale white mark of where it once was. She dared not to touch it, instead, running her hands over the blanket. Out of everything in the room, it was the only thing that didn't overwhelm her senses, so she gently pulled it forward. The harpy buried her face into it, taking a deep breath. It smelled… Nice. Floral. But she could smell the ever so slightest whiff of Falken on it, but in such a small amount, it wasn't bad. It added to it honestly, she thought. It was then she realized that she was still painfully erect.

The door opened, the loud creak making her wince in pain. Though there was no light from the door, she knew exactly who it was. Ra. The Falken stepped into the room silently, despite the jewelry on her wings. None of the scales made a single sound, and she was holding a tray in her beak. It was a strange looking tray holder, meant specifically for a creature without arms to hold in their mouth, but it worked. Ra set it down next to the bed without a word and left.

“Wait-"

The words echoed around the room, and she let out a pained cry, watching Ra leave. The curse breaker turned and brought a single feather up, making a shushing motion, before leaving the room. Once again, Dice was alone with nothing but her thoughts, and she quietly hugged her soft blanket. It took a few minutes before she actually looked at the tray. A padded tray with two things on top. A small note, and a glass of water.

My dearest Birdie

Rest. You need bed-rest for 8 more hours while the lasting effects of having your soul briefly rattle inside of you calm down and you fully re-align. Drink water. Don't move, speak, or make any noise. And don't touch yourself. If you climax within the first 24 hours after, the curse will re-form. If you get bored, just look up at the stars, they're beautiful tonight. If you sleep, just don't sleep on your stomach. I'll be waiting for your swift recovery~

Curse-Breaker Ra

Its script was utter chicken scratch. It reminded her of the sign for the building, but thankfully she was still able to read it. Though, she noticed how much care was put into the instructions. Despite the Falken's strangeness, she seemed rather caring. Dice cracked a small smile.

The water felt frigid inside of her, but not painful. She downed it in seconds, before resting back into the bed following Ra's advice. The sky was as she said. Beautiful. How did she know it was a clear night? A simple question, but a valid one. The stars were never this clear from her home, and she doesn't live too far from here, so why was the night time so enthralling tonight? With her thoughts as her only company, Dice couldn't stop thinking about Ra.

The stars kept good company for the first bit, but quickly Dice started to stew. She stewed in her thoughts of the situation, but most of all, she stewed in arousal. Her cock pressed against the blanket, drooling precum and near climax. A small one came out during the ritual, but she still felt backed up. No real climax ever since she got this tattoo, no matter how hard she tried. No toy was enough. Ra mentioned before that there was a 'rule' that would make her finish; she knew the rule, but refused to indulge. The moment the tattoo was etched into her skin she could feel it deep inside. All she had to do was submit . Bend over and give herself up, let someone dominate and break her. She figured it was because she was being 'a bitch' to this one warlock, they'd want to teach her a lesson in humility.

After 4 hours, Dice was clutching her pillow, biting into it. The sensations assaulting her tired mind had lessened, but not her desires. Every touch of the blanket across her skin was a lover's caress, and Dice felt like she was at the precipice of a large cliff. Any hesitation and she'd fall straight down into a pile of her own lust, she had to focus. Her teeth sank deeper into the pillow, and she tried everything to stop thinking about sex. Instead, she focused even more on Ra . On her strange laugh, on her mysterious aura, her beautiful jewelry…

7 hours in total passed since she woke up. She was pushing her face against the blanket, breathing deeply, hoping that she could catch even a whiff of Ra on it. Dice told herself it was to tide her over, just to keep her mind focused on something so she didn't try to get off. But the scraps of the Falken's scent on it weren't enough for her. Her eyes had been watching the door for an hour now, praying that Ra would check up on her, but to no avail. Another deep breath.

“F-Fuckkkk…"

Something broke. She sat up. Nearly 8 hours of nothing to do, no one to talk to, and the need to see a scary bird broke her. She shuffled to the door; the world was still loud, but manageable now. She pressed her talons against the door, and pushed on it quietly. An empty hallway, but a different one than she had seen before. Earlier, when she was looking out the window, she noticed she seemed higher up.

“Second floor."

She mused to herself, peeking at the other doors. In the hallway she saw a set of stairs down, and 3 other doors. Where to sneak off too , she pondered, before choosing the first door. The heavy floorboards tried to betray her at every step, but she was a light step. She peeked inside the first door, and saw a small room lined wall to wall with books. Off to the corner was a small desk and a large pillow beneath it, with a single book open. She couldn't make out anything on the page that resembled ink. Braille? She sniffed the air, and visibly relaxed. The incense lingered in here, but it was so soothing now. Unlike the sights and sounds in her room, the incense didn't overwhelm her. She quietly shut the door, and snuck one room down.

“What am I even doing? I should just go back to my room."

She thought to herself. It was a token resistance to convince herself that she was doing this for any reason other than satiating a deep desire, so she kept pressing forward. Feathers pressed against the door, and she peeked an eye inside of the next room. A larger room with a table in it, and cupboards. A kitchen. She could see a pantry in the room as well, but it wasn't what she was looking for. One last door.

Even standing in front of the third door, she could feel anxiety tugging at her legs, slowing her down. Despite that she was animated forward by something inside, forcing her forward. It seemed more daunting than the other doors. Even as she pushed on the door, she could feel a weight trying to pull her arm back. Was it fear? Was it her subconscious recoiling at her actions? She still didn't even know what she was hoping to achieve, but whatever it was started by opening this door. Even as she pushed, Dice knew it was a bad idea.

The door creaked open. Loudly . The sound was right next to her ear and she felt terror run up her spine. But Dice didn't stop, and she peeked her head inside. Ra's bedroom. In the abyssal expanse before her, she saw a large nest in the center of the room. A bed of pillows and blankets carefully arranged, with a glimmering figure in the center. Ra. Her body gently rose up and down, the only illumination on her from a large window nearby. She could see other things in the room, but none of it mattered, all that mattered was that Ra was there. Dice breathed in.

The Falken's stench was more potent and powerful here than anywhere else she'd been to. A heady, thick smog that rushed around her body, like stepping into a bottomless puddle. That disgusting, overwhelming scent she tried so hard to cover her mouth from was no longer so vile. Dice had adjusted, acclimated to it over the course of hours of exposure. Another deep breath. It smelled of sweat that dripped off of the feathers, the virility of her cock, and worst of all, she could smell the promise that pulled on her body. The promise that she could have everything she ever wanted if she got closer.

The stories of Falken scent were both exaggerated, yet more true than most believed. It wasn't some all consuming temptress that drew you in and ruined you. Falken scent, also known as Falken pheromones, affects everyone who inhales it differently, but a single rule holds fast. The longer you're exposed, the stronger its effects. Being closer to one, or where once was sitting (especially for extended periods of time) have the most intense concentrations of it, causing a more rapid evolution of the effects. Those who have a strong reaction to it immediately whether positive or negative, are the ones most susceptible. After minutes of exposure it seeps into victims, making them truly believe that it's the scent of ambrosia, and often relaxes them. A biological way of communicating that the Falken physiology is the top of the food chain. It tells those who dare to get closer that the ideal mate is right in front of them. Harpies, birdfolk, and any avians have it the worst. Enough exposure can drive harpies into an addictive heat. It never forces its victims to get closer, never forces them to bend over and obey. But it does promise that if they do, they'll be truly and utterly in rapture. The scent is strong, but other scents can cause it to be unnoticable, certain incense for example is well known for its ability to mask Falken musk while not overriding its effects.

Dice breathed in again, her toe talons clacked against the floor like a pianist drifting their hands over ascending keys, no longer afraid of making noise. Her cock throbbed inside of her flowing dress, a growing wet spot from her leaking need growing more obvious by the second. And then, Dice stopped. Her mind had been in a spiraling haze, but something stopped her. She could finally see what she was doing in a moment of clarity. What had knocked her out of the it was Ra waking up. All of the built up fear, anxiety, and conditioning to avoid Falken kicked in at once, and she nearly fell backwards. Unlike before when fight or flight kicked in, she flew.

She ran out the room, into the hallway and down the stairs, pausing once she reached the bottom floor. Dice was greeted by the large lobby that she originally came into. Above, dangling cages going up towards a ceiling she couldn't see. In front of her, the desk, now with a new addition. Resting on top of it was a familiar silver cage, the one Ra used to trap her curse. Her eyes locked on it briefly as she began to calm down and approached. It was no larger than an orange, but it was locked tight. Inside, she could see a small white light glowing, causing the cage itself to glimmer in the darkness. Just then, she heard creaking from above.

“Shit."

Ra had woken up. It sounded like she was moving down the hallway she was just in. Her head turned towards where the exit once was- all she saw was rows upon rows of shelves. The door was out of sight, and she could hear Ra's ringing jewelry coming down the stairs. Hide, she had to hide. Why? If she spoke to Ra right now, stood in front of her and looked up, Dice knew that she would be unable to stop herself. She knew she couldn't stop her emotions from running rampant, and ending with the conclusion that she dreaded. That she already falling for a Falken.

It wasn't the scent that sealed her fate. It was Ra's kindness. She felt safe in Ra's care, despite her being a Falken. Furthermore, the wonder that was obvious when Ra spoke, and her utter love for the strange cosmos around her drove Dice into a fevered internal debate about what to feel. She had just met the woman, but after hours of being alone, all she could do was hope she could keep talking to her.

Dice believed she needed to hide. Her eyes glanced at the shelves, and then at the counter. She hopped over it, hoping to hide underneath it. As soon as she got over it she saw the solid wooden panel in front of her, and she bit her lip, that's one plan down. Plan B. She twisted, looking at Ra's chair she had met the Falken in originally As long as she could muffle her own breathing, she knew the blind bird wouldn't be able to find her. She looked at the large black nest in front of her, and grabbed it, lifting it up. The nest was held up by a large bowl shaped wooden chair with a giant black blanket folded on top of it. Large enough for Dice to slip under and hide. In her desperation, the consequences of such an act never even crossed her mind. Dice dove under the pillow, pressing her face against the black cloth, and waited. As illogical as it was, it was the only course of action she could fathom.

It took 3 seconds to realize how screwed she was. The moment the heavy blanket was against her face, her mind relaxed . Her breathing immediately began to stifle, going from panicked short breaths to long draws. This blanket was saturated with Ra's Falken aroma. This wasn't some idle musk that wafted around in the air, this was like she was shoving her face against Ra's dick. All those worries and concerns left her mind, leaving an omnipresent contentment instead. Her original goal of hiding seemed so silly suddenly. With that goal gone, she wriggled out from underneath and instead fell forward onto the top of the blanket.

The blanket was wet where she pressed her face, and she knew it was where Ra's balls must have been resting. Poor Dice was so susceptible to the Falken pheromones that she couldn't help herself from opening her mouth and pressing her tongue against the fabric. The flavor set off fireworks inside of her brain. Why had she resisted so long, when this was what she could have had the entire time? Trembling, she kept lapping up anything she could, running her tongue down to where she believed the cock was, moaning into the fabric. The self-indulgent bliss felt like it lasted forever, the world vanishing around her.

“...I suppose I should have seen this coming, kheehehe."

Ra's voice was like a bucket of cold water. Her eyes opened, and she became very aware of her place in the world. She turned and saw Ra above her, head cocked with a sly smile on her face.

“I can't see you well, but with you huffing my nest so intensely, it seems I was worried over nothing. Here I thought You may have already flown off before I had a chance to talk."

Dice opened her mouth to respond. A mouth still pressed against a Falken's sweatrag of a blanket, but a mouth nonetheless. Words didn't come out. She was too flustered to respond, quietly starting to sit up, her face feeling like it was permeated with pheromones.

“Did you know…"

Ra walked forward. Each one of her steps was heavy on the ground purposefully, causing her jewelry to clang against itself.

“That a few years ago, I visited a little fortune teller?"

Dice gulped, backing up on the blanket until she was at the very edge. Each step forward from Ra made her lean further back.

“That fortune teller performed a ritual, and then handed me a little box, and asked me to smell it. She told me, if I ever smelled that again, then I would have found a soulmate."

Silence fell over between them. Dice didn't move, or respond. The words had entered into her ears, she had heard them , but processing them was different. Instead, she watched Ra's posture, and couldn't help but notice. Was Ra… Flustered?

“The scent was that of a fresh bakery."

Another step forward broke the tension, and for the first time, Ra leaned against Dice. Her chest feathers were fluffy, but also faintly moist as they pressed against her exposed and sensitive body. Dice laid back completely onto the nest, staring right at Ra's face that approached hers. Their faces were only an inch apart now, and she could feel the bird's breath on her face. Her breath smelled of incense, and yet it was still so intoxicating.

“I-I."

Dice spoke up.

“I don't, I, uhm. I, think that-"

Nothing came together verbally, instead her eyes traced down to the edge of Ra's beak that was beginning to part. All her life Dice hid from this exact moment. This vulnerability. The weakness that she craved. Ra didn't make the first move. Dice ultimately gave in to her own needs instead. Part of her wondered if it was only because she thought her scent was so amazing, or if it was because of the lust tattoo. The rest of her didn't care. Her mouth opened and she pushed forward against the beak, trying to kiss her. Ra's beak parted, and a thick round tongue pressed into her mouth in return. Her tongue was more a tentacle than anything, spreading out Dice's lips that curled around it.

It was a kiss. As much of a kiss as the Falken could give, but the tongue filled up her mouth and slid down into her throat within seconds. Every taste that was forced in she reveled in, swallowing down drops of Falken spit. It immediately became clear that this 'kiss' was more like she was being throatfucked by the bird's tongue, but that was perfectly fine by her. Her wings moved up and wrapped Ra's black feathers on her neck, both of feathers tangling into one another, permanently staining her with the mark of a Falken.

Dice pushed her waist up, pressing her dick against her chest and sending the clearest signal she possibly could. Ra didn't react to it, instead pushing more weight onto Dice and pinning her against the nest. As she did, one of her legs reached up, talon hanging on the side before she hoisted herself up onto it, standing above her. This broke their kiss as well, but now Ra was standing directly above her.

“If we do this, birdie, you understand that you're never leaving, correct? That tattoo is going to come back, permanently, and what's worse is you'll be cursed like I am with the most despicable thing of all."

Dice's mouth was already stained by Falken makeouts, and she stared up, breathing hard. At home she had no one to go back to, no one to hold her and tell her how much they meant to her. Forgettable acquaintances, and a small 'home' too cramped for her to even spread her wings out.

“You'll be cursed with love, birdie."

Those words made her heart thrum, beating nearly out of her chest. Staring up, she noticed the cages in the air once again reminded her of stars. Seeing Ra standing there, stairs painted behind her, her mind was made up. Her wings moved down, slipping to her dress and moving it down, tossing it to the side to fully reveal her dick. Small, cute, and in need of stimulation. Ra couldn't see, but even so she pressed a talon against her bare thighs, running down the edge. Her legs were coated in scales that ran in long rings around her thighs, though the inner thighs shined from all of the leaking she's been doing for the last hour. Ra brought her black foot up, and slammed it down against her chest. Her weight was enough to prove that she could easily crush Dice if she wanted, but instead she merely compared their size. The longest middle talon with the gold highlight reached to the base of her neck, while the back claw hooked into her stomach. She pulled her foot down, tearing through her top and letting the cool air press against her sensitive and utterly flat chest.

“ Good choice . I've been waiting for a mate for so long…"

Ra raised her wings to the sides, exerting effort into lifting them high. Her jewelry began to sing. She shook her wings, further releasing her scent into the air in some strange mating ritual, and with a swift motion she twisted her body- the room around them lit up, candles floating in the air. Finally, Dice could see Ra's underside. She could see those beautiful, muscular legs rise into her midnight body, and between her thighs she saw it. A long, inconceivably beautiful cock. As thick as an arm, it was tapered down to s single point that oozed a small trail of precum that landed right onto Dice's bare chest. Behind it, a pair of heavy nuts that were begging to have a tonguebath, large enough for her to press her face into and spend hours cleaning off. At the base of her dick was a golden ring with a loop underneath to attach something too. Dice's mouth watered, and she spoke up.

“You're… Beautiful."

“I hope so! I've put effort into this, but you know what I'm missing?"

Ra began to turn around. She made sure to angle her balls right where Dice's eyes were, and she shook her tail feathers back and forth.

“I could use a good polishing before I truly put this body to work. I'm glad my new little birdie is so eager to lick my chair, how about you get a taste of the real thing?"

Dice gasped in, taking one last breath. Ra lowered herself, making sure that Dice could feel the anticipation weigh down on her. The first part that made contact was the bottom of her balls, completely covering Dice's eyes. Smooth, shiny balls coated in a thin sheen of sweat across the. She gasped in, nose flaring as she got to fully breathe in now. No more secondhand smells, no more pressing against a pillow for any remnants. It was utterly mind ruining for any harpy. Her body lit up with sparks of pleasure, acutely aware that it was in the presence of a mate . Ra relaxed, and suddenly dropped the rest of herself down, trapping Dice underneath.

All that could be seen of her was her legs sticking out all the way up to her cock, which weakly squirted precum up against Ra's body. Ra's cock nestled nicely against her skin, while feathers surrounded Dice's entire universe. Right across the side of her face rests the base of her member, thrumming with waves of heat. Dice was trapped. A prison that melted away and lingering resolve that still fought back, dominating the poor bird. There was no stimulation, no movement, instead Ra sat completely still and waited.

Dice's mouth opened, her cheek rubbing against her new owner's dick, letting it soil her skin with a Falken's touch. Every breath was nirvana, the addictive pheromones coursing into her, swirling into her mind and numbing any rebellious thought she may have. Even if Dice left now, and never saw Ra again, the moment a Falken's stench got near her she'd fall to her knees. This was the final stage of Falken addiction- Acceptance. Her tongue pressed against Ra, at long last tasting her dick and letting it settle into her mind. She slowly ran it up the small area, mindlessly lapping up until she came to the golden cock ring she found before, and running her tongue around it to polish it. Dice nearly came. Ra settled in place, happily swaying her head back and forth and letting Dice cook beneath her.

Minutes passed. Dice was covered in the same layer that Ra was now, feathers rubbing against her and defiling her. The scent would never come off; it needed to properly mark her as a Falken's bride afterall. Dice was moving her body back and forth, trying to stimulate Ra as much as she could, letting her cock rub between her flat tits and hoping that it was enough for her. Ra's balls managed to roll forward over her mouth, and she was trying to clean them off as much as she could. Any thoughts that she had were pressed back down in order to make room for more devotion to her new mate, and new thoughts became increasingly fanatic in their worship. She could only wonder why she resisted so much. She could have been doing this all day if surrendered immediately, but at least she's here now. Ra stirred, shifting her hips from side to side, setting her pipe down after taking one long smoke from it.

She stood. Slowly, letting strings of wet precum mixed with sweat and spit connect Ra's face and the balls, as well as a small puddle of pre that was now on Dice's belly. Dice's eyes looked hazy, and she was dazed, trying to get back to where she just was to get more of that delicious dick. Ra stopped her, standing all the way up and letting Dice regain any composure, before hopping off the chair.

“There we go… Now you're nice and ready my darling little birdie. Let's get you somewhere nice and comfortable. Oh dear, we'll need to bring you upstairs first. How about I lead you there?"

Ra turned, and from a nearby box she pulled out a thin black rope. On the end a choker, and the other end, a tiny hook. She tossed it at Dice, and watched her come out of the fog that enraptured her.

“Put that on."

“W…What? What is it?"

She blinked a few times, one of her talons reaching up to examine it.

“Birdie, it's a collar and leash. You're too clumsy to be left to your own devices right now, so I'm going to walk you upstairs. Put it on."

Dice didn't even question it from there, wrapping the black leather around her neck. It fit perfectly. She then looked at the hook, confused.

“W-Where does this go?"

Ra simply raised herself up, letting her dick fully display itself. She could see the gold ring at the base with the small outcropping for a clip, and it settled in. Hesitantly, she started reaching forward.

“No. Put it in your mouth, and then put it on."

“With my mouth…?"

She stared at it. Dice's posture went from an arrogant harpy full of spunk to a small, shy hummingbird. This vulnerability was new for her. Her mind was a mess of conflicting feelings, years of fear, suddenly all hitting at once. She didn't know how to act, how to talk, it felt like starting from scratch. Ra cocked her head, noticing her harpy's shyness. She sighed softly, but smiled.

“Yes, darling… You put it between your lips and hook it around. You can use your talons if you need too, I understand that this all must be very new to you. We'll walk this together, yes?"

Dice took a deep breath, and quietly put it in her mouth. Slowly she crawled forward towards Ra's crotch, taking it slowly but doing it of her own volition. It was strange to be so sexual, to take this order and happily do it. She was flustered, but still pushed on, getting right in front of her cock and staring forward.

Ra didn't react, didn't move, and let Dice go at her own pace. It took the harpy another moment before she acted, rubbing her cheek against the tip and sliding forward against it. Inch by inch she lovingly nuzzled against ra's member, all the way to her base. Her breathing was heavy and her body shaking, but she made it all the way to the base, and maneuvered the clip forward, managing to hook it on the cockring.

“Good birdie, you did a very good job!"

Dice smiled, lingering there and gently pressing her lips against it as well, kissing her dick. Ra could feel her ministrations, and decided to wait for her to finish before moving on. Dice moved a wing up, gently grasping Ra's dick and feeling it around her claws. She couldn't even fully wrap her hand around it, her claws unable to touch each other. They began to stroke it softly as she planted kiss after kiss across it, caressing it tenderly. Ra let out a low moan, happily swaying back and forth as she was tended to by her lover. Dice watched as her movements made the dick react, tightening in her grasp or suddenly throbbing upwards. She pressed part of a finger against the underside, running it down the tip to squeeze out anything inside of it, and she saw a thick glob of precum ooze out directly onto her thigh. One of her talons reached down to it, and she tasted it.

“O-Okay, we can go."

Dice finished, but didn't pull away, instead letting Ra know since she could't find any reason to stop licking her balls. Ra nodded, gently leaning down to press her beak to the top of Dice's head, before walking. Finally parted from Ra's dick, Dice stood and felt the tug of the leash. A short leash to be sure, keeping her bound to Ra's sex. Standing was hard, the world was uneven and wobbly, almost like she was on a boat. Ra was slow in her gait, pausing every few seconds to make sure her pet was alright.

The door to Ra's room creaked open once again, but this time candles lit up the gloom. Ra pushed inside and pulled the little birdie behind her, until she stumbled inside looking around. A smaller room than she was expecting. A large bed pressed against the wall with starry sheets, lace hanging curtains dotting the room. To the right, a large drawer with nothing but yet more jewelry scattered around it. On the dresser was a broken mirror, shards glued back into place like a jigsaw puzzle. In the back most corner was a plush Falken, it looked old and well loved. The candles hung from the air in small brass holders, bathing the room in a dim light.

“Birdie, welcome to our room. We'll fetch your things and you're free to decorate this room as much as you please, I'm not picky about how things look, Kheeheheh!"

She swayed as she laughed, bumping into Dice and nearly sending her tumbling onto the ground. Dice raised a hand up to gently grasp Ra's scale painted wing, excitement turning to anxiety and shyness.

“U-Uh, Ra, are we about…"

Ra bent her neck to the side, pressing it on top of Dice's.

“Get on the bed. It's time to consummate our marriage."

“M–MARRIAGE?"

She burst out, hands clutching in tighter.

“Of course! Not an official one or anything, we'll get you a matching ring at some point for your cute little useless dick. We both know you're utterly taken by me, and I myself know for a fact that you're my mystical soul mate. It's tradition to mate on the wedding night, no? Besides, we'll have to hurry and get a few eggs inside you, kheeehehe…"

Her laugh was long, and wheezy, but that last sentence stuck out. It was said jokingly, but a pit opened in Ra's stomach. A premonition. Are… Falken able to do that? She wondered, biting her lip. The idea wormed into her brain, and she felt the fantasies come naturally.

“Distracted?"

“H-Huh? No, I'll."

Dice let go, slowly walking to the bed. Ra didn't move, and instead waited at the foot of it, listening to Dice crawl onto it. Dice immediately noticed the moist covers, and her eyes flicked down to see the spot where Ra sleeps. A hunger grew inside of her. But she turned, sitting meekly, waiting. Ra quirked her head, before taking a deep breath in.

“What are you ah, doing?"

“Hmmmm? Oh, merely remembering the proper spell."

“Spell? For what?"

“For properly applying your cage birdie. Spread your legs out please."

“W-Why?"

“I've got a gift for you, I wanna keep it a surprise~"

Dice's legs, even as she asked why, spread apart. She didn't even notice how easily she did as Ra said. Ra walked until her talon was against the bed, and she leaned her head down, brushing against the leash on the way. Her head bumped into Dice's chest, sliding down until she was at her crotch, beak pressed against the tip of her cock. Dice's hands clutched the bedsheets, confused. It happened in an instant- Ra's beak opened and slammed down onto Dice's cock, fully enveloping it inside.

“A–Ahh!"

She shoved her hips up, pressing against Ra's face and wrapping her arms around the Falken's neck. Ra wrapped her tongue around Dice's cock inside her mouth, pleasuring it for a moment, before she began to shake her feathers in unhurried fashion. Each time the noise of metal on metal pulsed through the room, eventually becoming a rhythm that dizzied Dice. Her arms wrapped tighter onto the Falken, pumping her hips upward into the beak, moans muffled by feathers. The tongue tightened, and a strange sensation stopped her movements. It was as though the tongue itself was shrinking, yet coiling more and more around her dick, growing smaller and smaller until strings constricted her. It wasn't painful, but Dice pulled back in surprise. The sensation continued, all the way up her dick and even to her balls, until Ra released her. Dice fell back panting, and hurriedly pushed herself up to see what happened. Ra let out a deep breath, licking her cock one last time before revealing her work. Dice's dick was inside a silver chastity cage. A glimmering silver one that curled around it in a long spiral. It matched the other cage that housed the curse perfectly.

“There we go! Your cock was coated in flavor from hours of pent up excitement, delicious~ . But you won't be needing to get erect anymore. That little cage will help keep it nice and locked away from now on, slowly shrinking it down. It will perfectly stay wrapped around you until I say the magic word to take it off!"

Dice reached and gently pressed against the metal, and felt her dick inside of it. She was erect still, but the cage suddenly pulsed, and it shrank. It wasn't painful, and she barely felt it, but her cock was being forced into the same size as she is when she wasn't aroused.

“Remember earlier when I mentioned I had two cages picked out for you? This was the second. A nice and cute one. It matches your voice perfectly."

Dice was speechless, and looked up at the demented bird. Dice became very, very aware of where she was at that moment. On the end of a leash to a large monster she had met the same day, nude and reeking of her. Her own dick trapped in a cage that won't ever come off. There was no escape, no possible resistance. This was not a monster anymore, but her wife. Her owner. A bird who held her being so tightly in her clutches and was dominating her so ruthlessly that not only was she afraid- but she also loved it . Loved Ra. This was the trap of a Falken, and she didn't even realize she had slipped down it until now. And she couldn't be happier . A deep blush creeped across her cheeks as a wobbly smile came across, and her shameful true feelings erupted.

“I… Love it…"

Ra smiled, pressing her beak against the side of Dice's face and licking her cheek.

“ Good girl."

She pulled back, standing over her, holding Dice's very soul in her corrupting eminence.

“Now then… I've waited quite long enough, Birdie. Get on your back, spread your legs out, and present your needy little bitch hole for me~"

Dice obeyed instantaneously. It was easier to obey, more fun, it felt right . Her wings reached down to clutch her legs, pulling them back and fully showing off her puckered asshole. The lights in the room began to fade one by one, the room turning into a starry scape around them. Ra was no longer visible other than the single golden eye on her veil. It looked at Dice, and drew closer. She could feel Ra getting onto the bed by the way the cushion contorted beneath her. Though stars surrounded her in all directions, wherever Ra's body was was purely black, blotting out that night. She was directly over her, and suddenly bent down, slapping her dick with a wet smack against her bare belly.

Dice's breath was shaking. Anticipation dug into her, all of her dreams felt like they were coming true. Ra's wings drifted around her, and the dick slowly pulled back, dragging over her own caged cock. As she pulled back she stopped, pushed forward again, and then back, quietly frotting her for a moment. It was unbearable, she knew Ra was doing it only to make the wait even more intense, it was almost sadistic at this point. Ra drew her hips all the way back, the dick sliding off of her stomach and pressing down between her scaly asscheeks. The thin, tapered tip angled forward prodding right at her hole, precum slathering it.

“I should really send that witch who cursed you a personal thank you card for cursing you. Its effects are still active, afterall. Including a naturally…

She pushed forward.

“Lubricated…"

Dice's eyes rolled up, and she felt her hole spread.

“Asshole."

The thrust that came was sudden, piercing into her and sending her off the deep end. The slow buildup was agony, but the drastic change in pace completely took her by surprise, sending her reeling as she came to terms with the cock that spread her hole painfully wide. Dice let out a choked moan, throwing her head back. She was a virgin, and that was robbed from her in an instant. Ra also let out a noise, a soft cooing and a sigh of relief. Contentment.

Now that it was inside, Ra let it sit there, giving Dice a moment of reprieve. Her hole tightened, clenching around the slick member that invaded her rear end. Ra shifted her weight down, pressing on top of her and forcing her completely into a mating press. With wings now around her sides, and cock firmly inside, she pulled back and thrust in again. The second thrust was even more mind numbing. Back and forward Ra pushed experimental thrusts that tested how far she could really go in. Dice's asshole was too inexperienced for her yet to really start fucking, she needed to get her little birdie used to it.

“Mmmm~ A bit tight, but we can work on that."

Ra leaned her head down, pressing her cheek against Dice's own and licking at the side of her head.

“Besides… You'll be taking in just a moment. You've submitted, darling. I warned you about the tattoo didn't I? Normally this would take a few minutes, buuuuut~"

Dice whimpered, nuzzling back into her.

“You did mention it, is something gonna…"

She gulped, and tried relaxing. Her stretched hole weakly started to loosen up, Dice sucking in air through as she tried letting more inside. When she tried clenching again, this time it didn't come. Dice's eyes shot open, and a familiar burning erupted on her lower stomach, right where a womb would be. She's felt it before, one time, when a little watch kissed her own finger and then tapped her right there in order to curse her. She's finally indulged, and thus her reward was granted. Heat poured through her again, her sensitive skin burning every strand of every feather into her memory. Her ass suddenly erupted with pleasure, forcing one more lecherous noise from her.

“Theeeeeere it is."

Ra hissed. There's no need to take it slow, to let Dice adjust. Thanks to a little witch she's been blessed with a perfect birdie's perfect hole. Her hips pulled back, slamming back in. This time, nearly a foot of flesh sank into her with a lewd schlick. Dice erupted with a gasp, letting go of her legs and digging her arms into the Falken for support. Her talons tangled with feathers and she pressed against Ra, who was already thrusting a fourth time. And a 5th. Each time she could feel it rock through her body, sending utter euphoria to her weak brain.

The bed started to creak under Ra's forceful thrusting, each thrust getting deeper into the virgin hole. Her long and slow thrusts had quickly turned into a steady pounding, making sure to force the birdie to her limit with every movement. Her body was still adjusting to the tattoo's help and the Falken was pushing that help as far as it could go in real time. Dice's cock tightened inside her cage, trying to break free, only to be shrunk further. It hardly felt like she was erect anymore, instead just leaking out the tip and onto her stomach.

The falken's balls were close enough to make skin contact, slapping down now with every thrust against Dice's fat ass with a loud plap. Juices from their anal leaked down, getting further smeared onto Dice's rear with every rough thrust leaving a visible stain from where her balls were hitting. Whenever she pulled back strings of lubricant connected the two, peeling off of her before plapping back against her.

Ra relaxed her body, pressing more weight down onto Dice while pounding her. Dice's legs pressed against her own chest in a show of flexibility, her head nearly caught between her own feet. The Falken slipped her head down and in front of Dice, licking at her cheek before pushing her tongue inside of her mouth once again, catching a moan. Dice's eyes opened, met with the golden eye of Ra staring back at her. An image burning into her mind that would haunt her dreams, reminding her that she's never truly alone now, whether she wanted to be or not. Her lips sealed around the tongue, pushing back up and happily swallowing her tentacle of an appendage down and pressing back at it with her own.

More than a foot of cock spread her in half. Their hips pressed firmly against each other, ensuring the entire thing was indeed in, giving Dice a brief moment of reprieve. Tears were running down the side of her eyes, and Dice's body felt completely overtaxed to make it this far, but she had. Pleasure coursed through her, and she could feel her own climax was starting to come, but the sudden pause made her whimper around the tongue in confusion. Ra retracted her tongue and whispered.

“Let's see if that tattoo is back…"

An extinguished candled floated near them and Ra partially stood up to draw out some of the dick, making sure to keep the tip inside. The candle lit up between them, illuminating Dice's stomach. Splattered across it was the all too familiar tattoo, but worse yet, it was larger than before. Where once there was a heart with two wings on the side, the heart now had a giant set of talons gripping it from the back and squeezing that pitiful little heart possessively. Size wise it was about 30% larger as well, and had a shining sheen of pathetic precum from her own neediness.

“Is it back darling? Forgive me, I can't tell."

“Y-Yes, it is Ra…"

“No. 'Yes it is Master ."

Dice shrunk into her shoulders, gasping in.

“Well?"

“Yes, it is… Master…"

The words burned her throat from the shame alone. Every time she tried to speak, to act, Ra found a way to completely squash any sort of self she tried to give off. The heavy blanket of control was wrapping around her shoulders, and she knew that it was comfortable.

“ Very good girl, Birdie. “

Ra pressed her dick back inside, but kept the candle illuminated. Dice watched her stomach bulge out as it meticulously marched forward. Her face contorted in pleasure, gasping until Ra once again pressed their hips firmly together.

“You've been such a good girl Birdie, I think it's time I give you a reward. Would you like that?"

She nodded.

“Gooooood. Kheeeeheehehhe… I'll give you the gift of finally climaxing. And then, one more, because I'm soooo nice."

Ra twisted her neck and looked it Dice upside down. The veil fell down, and Dice once again saw her empty eyes. A chance. Dice immediately took it, and leaned in to kiss her beak.

“Y-You're very pretty without that veil on."

A chance to maintain some control in this new relationship of hers. Ra's entire body visibly flustered, and she couldn't help but smile and laugh.

“You!"

Ra snickered louder, and finally dropped her weight back onto her.

“You're adorable, little Birdie. You're very pretty too. I've officially licked enough of your face to understand what you look like, and seeing you in my mind, I'm happy to say you're utterly gorgeous. Now, it's time to fuck my utterly gorgeous Birdie. I'll keep the second gift a seeecret~"

The candle snuffed out, she slowly began to slide her cock out with one more powerful slam inside. Dice's brain only had that time to catch itself before it shook inside of her head from the hard assault, falling back to the hazy mush it was seconds before. Ra pressed her beak against Dice's cheek, beginning to breath heavily as she was now exerting herself.

They were back to a ferocious rutting like nothing happened. A brutal and musk-fogged affair, wet with sweat and pheromones that drove the pair ceaselessly forward. Her body was defiled nearly to the core, permanently reeking of Falken. The tattoo that branded her so proudly was changed as well by the design of Ra, as a brand of the Falken. She smelled of it Falken bitch, looked now like Falken property, and her needy whining was yet more proof of her Falken addiction. Dice's once perfectly preened feathers were now matted with black one as well, permanently mussed up. The collar around her neck hung firmly, trailing off to the dick slamming into her. In Ra's mind, there was truly only 1 more thing that could possibly mark her as a Falken's bride. The other gift.

Dice's pleasure was peaking. She could feel a climax, a dormant one that's been begging to be released for weeks on end. She had finally done it, she had submitted just like her tattoo wanted her too, and yet the climax wasn't the true reward anymore. This feeling, the domination that crept into her very soul was what made her cock struggle in its confinement. But she still needed to cum . The desperation in her voice grew to begging, telling Ra just how badly she had to cum. Every second that passed it was closer, bringing her to the very edge. Dice threw her head back, thrashing her body and clinging to Ra, starting to scream in ecstasy.

The climax tore out of her like a bullet, her caged member squirting a long string of harpy cum all over her stomach, immediately getting mixed into Ra's stomach feathers and lathered onto both of them. She could feel her tattoo burn on her skin, permanently etching itself into her very soul. No longer a curse, but a blessing. Her ass tightened as well around Ra begging for a climax of her own to be pumped inside. Drool ran down the side of her mouth while she cried out, Ra's ravaging forcing her already oversensitive body to the limit of comprehensibility. By the time she was done cumming, exhaustion was written on her face.

Ra possessively licked at Dice's neck, her own balls starting tighten up against her in preparation for a climax of her own. Despite the exhaustion, Dice was animated beyond it thanks to two things. The Falken addiction, and the tattoo. She mindlessly buried her face into Ra's neck and huffed her feathers, holding onto her chest with her wings. All she wanted was Falken cum. She needed it inside and washing through her, completely defiling the last part of her that was left untouched. Ra adjusted herself, pressing more weight down onto Dice's chest while she propped up Dice's rear on her feet and barbarically pounded her.

The living onahole whined into Ra, her ass completely devastated by bird cock. Walking would be impossible for days, and she'd be lucky if she wasn't gaping all night long. Hilting with every thrust her hole stretched to the limits of sanity in what she knew was the most brutal part of their sex. A primal desire took over Ra as she softly caw'd into Dice's ear, her climax nearing. Strings of cum and sweat from their bodies connected their hips now, and the last bit of precum slathered the inside of Dice's ass. Dice could feel it coming. Something in her tattoo told her, an instinct now drilled into her brain. She had no womb, no way to carrying eggs, but there was a sudden, harsh realization that struck Dice. The world froze around her, and she went into stasis as the thought completely paralyzed her.

She was about to be impregnated.

The Falken's climax shattered that thought and illusion of slowed time. The moment the first rope of cum bathed her insides in white hot bliss her tattoo burned into her with a pleasure that forced a second climax out of Dice. The semen was so thick, in a single second she had already cum more than double the total volume of dice and it was only on the first pump. The second flooded her to the point of visibility on her stomach. The hummingbird harpy's body was small, not built for a climax of this size or ferocity, but it was taking it nonetheless. Ra still pulled back and thrust in again, a thick glob of cum forced out and covering her ass in it. Itcompletely filled her to the brim, a white hot seed that made her mind go completely blank. A biological reaction to Falken. The final, most utterly diabolical tool of a Falken when faced with a harpy. The ability to make their bodies physically react to their seed, but especially to the feeling of being impregnated. That virile seed corrupted her body, and the tattoo's final blessing ensured that Ra's second gift took. Dice had been completely rewired by the Falken semen, and despite the lack of thoughts in her empty head, she knew it.

Dice's ass was pained, unable to fully swallow her climax and she was afraid it was going to come out of her mouth. Dice froze up, body clinging so tightly mid climax she couldn't move, mind stunlocked. With two more rough thrusts in she rode it out as much as she could, delighting in just how thoroughly destroyed her new pet was. Then, Ra pulled out. Cum came out in a torrent, a bukkake of feral seed oozing out of her. The Falken stood up over Dice and let the next thick glob of cum splatter onto her flat chest, some even splashing into her mouth. Ra bathed her bitch in it, making sure to stain her feathers. Dice's eyes were glassy, staring up at her silhouette of her owner. Surely, Dice thought, this feeling must be love.

Ra twisted her body around, and slapped her cock against the side of Dice's face. Her mouth opened up, kissing and lapping up any of that virile bitchbreaking seed that she could and cleaning off her dick. Ra dragged it back and forth and marked her face with the cum as well, thoroughly defiling every inch of her pet's body. Both of them were spent, for the moment, and Ra casually turned back around and sat on top of her, letting their cocks press against one another as she went back to utterly ruining her darling's throat with her tongue, wanting to makeout now.

No light penetrated their room, there were no windows to tell them that morning had come. The day was young. Ra knew this, and was still brimming with energy. It only took 3 minutes before her still erect dick started looking for any hole to push back inside. It didn't matter if it was Dice's mouth or her ass again, she just wanted to use her. Dice passed out eventually, her body giving out after Ra's third climax inside of her. The Falken's lust was bottomless as she quickly learned. Even as she closed her eyes, the image of Ra's golden eye stuck with her.

Dice woke up multiple times. Once she awoke to more anal, managing to stay awake for nearly an entire hour as she indulged in Ra's endless lusts. But when she passed out for the second time, she awoke hours later to a much more quiet scene. Ra next to her, calmly napping with her head resting on top of her cum bloated stomach. Even lifting her arm was hard as she gently rested it on Ra's neck, looking up at the starry world above her. The tattoo wasn't visible right now, not with the darkness here, but by tomorrow she'd finally see that it had further changed. It had grown a new piece just below it, a secondary pair of small wings coming out of a small egg.

—--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

1 week later.

“Daaaarling…"

Another night spent with her harpy lover. Ra gently ran her feathers down Dice's back soothingly, petting her.

“Daaaaaaaaaaarling…"

The voice fell upon deaf ears. Dice was far too focused on her work right now.

“Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarling!"

She finally shifted her wing, knocking Dice out of her daze. Her tongue pulled back, and she let out a quiet 'hmm' noise, resting her cheek on Ra's side.

“I know you're out of it today from all those customers we had, but I think it's time."

The rule for the day that Ra set was that as long as there are any customers in her store, Dice wasn't allowed out from underneath her. No one was allowed to even know her little treasure was there. Despite the fact that Dice spent hours in and out of consciousness from the dick lodged inside of her, not a single customer ever walked through the door. Dice wasn't allowed more than a wingspan away from Ra anymore. Though she was fully moved in with her things, the pair were slowly starting to decorate and whatnot, Ra was more than just clingy with her little Birdie. A Falken's lusts are normally enough for a harem, but some choose to channel it all into one fortunate soul.

“Hmmuh?"

Dice's mouth opened wide, tongue slipping back out to lap at the crook of Ra's wingpit, an eye fluttering open to try and see her.

“There's my Birdie. I think it's time."

“Time…?"

Dice blinked a few times, her mushy mind starting to recollect basic information.

“It's time indeed!! I can smell it on you. I've gotten towels prepared already for it too."

“For what?"

“My darling little pet, for the egg of course."

Egg. The thought was enough to fully bring Dice out of that corruptive haze. Ever since a week ago, life had been a blur of sex, love, and affection. There was more, there was even a date night too where Ra cooked a delightful meal for them both, and it was only then that she had noticed her stomach had grown. At first she thought it was from the gallons of cum that had been emptied into her. But when she ran her hand over her stomach and could feel something inside, that's when reality had truly sunk in. But her mind, as it often does, tended to flutter away on Cloud 9 moments later whenever Ra shoved Dice's face into her feathers.

“E-Egg. The egg…"

She began to pull away, a trail of drool connecting her to the feathers as she pulled away, wiping her mouth.

“How is there an egg in me?"

Dice's posture in front of Ra was small. Shoulders relaxed, hunched forward. Her cock completely contained, shrunken from the cage and locked away forever. A picture perfect show of submissiveness.

“Well, see, that little curse of yours drove you into heat remember?"

Dice blinked, and looked down at her pregnant stomach. Not quite 'nine months' due to the egg not being that large, but it still looked far along. She leaned forward, using candlelight to see the evolved tattoo brazenly displayed.

“Oh no."

“Oh yes darling! It drove you into heat, remember? And, well… Soooometimes, if the caster was powerful enough, it can cause some magic to really take root inside of you. And if someone with enough virile spunk comes along~ Kheeeehehheha!"

Ra leaned in, gently pecking her birdie's mouth.

“Isn't it wonderful? A small egg for now, but, the first of dozens. Huuundreds."

She ran her wings down across her stomach, gently pushing her beak against that. Her tongue came out, lapping up her smooth skin. Dice gulped. Her bratty persona hadn't left, but something had changed. A smile, a genuine smile, formed on Dice's face.

“I'm so happy…"

Dice's true love had impregnated her, and it was all she could ever want. Falken eggs are raised communally, so they wouldn't need to raise so many chicks alone together. The pair of them quietly rested their wings onto her stomach, feeling the egg inside.

“A–Ahh."

Dice shifted uncomfortably. She gulped, and started to sit up.

“Hmmmm? Something the matter?"

“It's… Hhhha. It feels weird."

“Ahhh. So it IS time."

Ra moved too, sitting up and cocking her head, resting a wing against her pet.

“What do I, fuck, hhh, do?"

Dice began to stand, but felt her legs give out, falling against her partner. Her chest was so fluffy, and safe, that she stayed.

“That's a good start pet. Hold onto my chest, wrap your arms around my neck, and squat right there."

Dice obeyed, draping her wings over Ra's back as she buried her face into the Falken's feathers. Her scent was so heavenly. In her anxiety, it helped calm her down as she felt her stomach shift.

“Goooood girl. Now, stay there, you'll feel it soon. Since it's Falken, it may even feel pleasurable."

Dice quietly nodded, started waiting. Seconds passed. Then a minute. Her legs were starting to give out on her, but finally she could feel the Falken's egg inside. Starting to slide through her lubricated ass, she felt the egg pushing apart her passage. Her posture straightened, and she tightened her wings around Ra's neck.

“HHhhhaaa, it, it's so much-"

Her muscles tightened, but Ra quickly wrapped a wing around her.

“You need to relax . If you don't, you can push it out, you're clenching. Instead, you need to rest your anal muscles, while slowly starting to push it out. It's hard, I know, but the first one is always the hardest. I know you can do it my wonderful little breeder!"

Ra hugged her firmly, petting her back. Tears pricked the corners of her eyes, absorbing into the Falken feathers. Dice did as she was told. Her muscles relaxed and she could feel it once again starting to creep through her. It was utterly gigantic, far wider than the thickest part of Ra's dick. A maddening stretch that sent spikes of pleasure straight into her, but the pain was utterly consuming her attention. It hurt , the egg was so colossal that it would permanently alter her body. She started drooling, crying out into Ra and pushing .

Her asshole spread open. The sluggish egg was visible from the right angle, just about to reach the hole itself. Dice stopped, panting and starting to cry. Emotions overwhelmed her, pain and pleasure fogged everything else, but Ra helped her. She nestled into the wing, taking a moment to breathe and relax.

“You're doing so good … You're such a good little birdie. Laying my egg like that's so hard but you're already doing so well, the next one hundred will pass by so much easier. Now, try again… You're at the hardest part."

Dice dug her talons in, and grunted in exertion. The bottom of the egg managed to peek outside of her, a black thing with golden dots on it. It was slimy and hot, and as it touched the open air Dice could feel the rim of her asshole opening around it. It hurt. She was sure that the tattoo was the only reason she could manage to push something like this out at all, but Ra was the only thing that made her want to. I have to do it . Dice thought. For Ra, for my love, I can do this… I can do this…

She grit her teeth and lowered herself further, all of her energy going towards one gigantic push. Dice's ass spread wide, squishing her cheeks while drops of lubricant dropped onto the bed beneath. Ra hugged tightly and listened with bated breath. With one final scream, Dice pushed, and the relief immediately outshone the pain. She came. With a wet plop it landed onto the bed while Dice's caged cock squirted a pitiful amount of cum onto Ra's stomach. Her back arching, she collapsed forward the climactic reward sending shockwaves through her and blanking her mind for a few seconds.

The air was still. Dice breathed in and out, weak dribbles of semen running down her balls and onto the egg beneath them. Dice turned, looking under her at the shining, wet egg. The base was as wide as a grapefruit. Her eyes were wide in astonishment and confusion. Something that big just pushed out of her. Not only that… But it was an egg. This wasn't just something that Ra shoved up inside of her, no, this was an egg. It was because Ra impregnated her asshole with copious amounts of virile seed and turned her body into that of a breeder.

Her new life was becoming clear. Only a week ago Dice was a proud harpy, well groomed feathers, a spiky personality and a simple problem. And now she's laying an egg. Her cock, bound and useless, her mind fuzzy, and her heart completely devoted to Ra. She became aware of the collars around her neck that would never be coming off, and she looked up at Ra's veil. Her heart fluttered. She had become Falken Breeding Stock, and she reveled in it. Endorphins ran through her mind, a smile creeping across her face. This must be bliss . The breeding bitch of a Falken is one of the most joyous lives one could have, Dice understood.

“Good girl… You were a very good girl…"

Dice's ass was gaping, and her legs collapsed. She was left hanging off of Ra's neck, quietly licking her feathers and enjoying her owner's chest. A thought, a solitary idle thought, entered Dice's brain. Why isn't there another egg in her yet?

“Master…"

Ra cocked her head, and her golden eye faced Dice. Dice peeled her red, tear stained face away, and smiled.

“ Can you please put another in me? I, I need it, I need you to breed me ."

Ra's heart jumped with joy. Her feathers ruffled up and she clearly looked proud.

“Yes Pet. I was going to give you a moment to rest, buuuuuuut if you insist… Why don't you hold the egg gently and show me that breeding hole of yours?"

Dice let go, turning and picking up their masterpiece. She gently clutched it with her feathers, planting a kiss on the top of it as she fell forward into the bed, ass up into the air. She stilled gaped, wet remnants of their handiwork covering her scaled ass. Ra stood, and without a moment's hesitation slapped her dick against her cheeks.

“Thank you Master."

Ra was already starting to press inside, and Dice immediately reacted. She was beyond sensitive, her entire body shook with overstimulating pleasure, but she didn't ask Ra to stop. Instead, she nuzzled their egg.

The first egg of many.