Why two pics? Well I first got the idea for the top picture, but I also had this thought of a more silly picture and when I sketched it out, it turned out so lovely that I just had to do it.
So, you guys voted and Rose got the majority with 58% of the vote going for her. The stat boost that the vote gave her along with the bad dice rolling luck of Ritchie gave her the final victory of this round and she'll be going to the semi finals. Woo, girl power!
As compensation for the long wait, I've added a story for those who like reading them. Hope you like the pieces. Better luck next time, Ritchie fans! As always, lemme know what ya think!
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The story:
Rose's talons clinked on the tiling of the locker room floor in rhythm to the faint beats of music blasting in the arena to keep the audience entertained. She leaned against a nameless locker, biding her time till the show would start. She heard a door open, followed by melodic humming of a pop song of the past in a gentle voice that she recognized as Ritchie's. The harpy eagle walked past the row of lockers she was leaning against, continuing his humming as he did. Rose picked up an empty water bottle from the ground next to her and tossed it at Ritchie, hitting him with it in the wing shoulder, which had the intended effect of shushing his beak. ”Heyy, not violence outside the ring” Ritchie said with a smile. Rose walked up to him with her unique sassy way of swinging her hips. ”Then why are you butchering classics?” she responded in kind, stopping as she got close to him. It wasn't exactly the truth as Ritchie's voice did give her a bit of a lady boner. ”Have you trained your ego to take the hit for losing to a girl?” She continued, tilting her head slightly. Ritchie stared back at her, remaining silent for a second, before walking towards his locker, gently brushing and shoving past her ”I don't know, the way I see it, I can't lose.” Ritchie responded, opening his locker as she walked to hers. ”On one talon, I get to have sex with you, on the other, I get to have sex with you -and- put a bunch of lil' Ritchies inside of you” Ritchie turned around to face her and lean back against his locker. His eye ridges lifted some as he noticed Rose had pulled a leash out of her locker and was now slowly slinging it around. ”Want to try it on for size?” she said, dangling the leash infront of her. ”Kinky. The one wearing it when the bell dings loses?” She wrapped it around her feet to keep it reachable. ”Works for me, always did want a harpy as a pet.” Rose took a pair of leggings from her locker and threw them on the bench, followed by extending her leg onto it. Ritchie looked at her ebony talons, then followed the bend of her leg, savoring her trimmed thighs and curvy egg bearing hips. ”Well what gives, male? Pull them on me.” Ritchie chuckled and walked to her to help her get dressed up. ”I'm not wearing the leash yet you know.” Rose grinned slightly ”Hon, I know I don't have to leash you to make you do what I say.” Ritchie did not object. After he had finished the first leg and moved onto the second one, Rose took out a tube of light red lipstick that she began to apply on her cloaca lips. An act which Ritchie observed thoroughly and with some amusement as it seemed somewhat unconventional. ”Why, what is the point of that?” Ritchie said with a laugh, while Rose just smiled. ”You'll see.”
The crowd went wild as Ritchie and Rose flew in to the arena and made their displays to their respective fans and admirers. As the fighters took their positions, Sorrel and Asnaghall started their introductions. Ritchie stretched out his wings and feet, lifting up his crown feathers that most certainly caused some members of the audience to swoon. Seemingly it also had an effect on Asna, as Sorrel had to snap him out of it. Ritchie looked back at Rose, who looked back at him and raised one of her talons at him, pointing her toe at him. Then she formed a ”V” with her talons, brought her foot to her face and mimicked licking between it. Ritchie smiled and shook his head, readying up his stance for the start. As the bell dings, both eagles lunge at each other and dodging one another's grabs. They both appear as equals in agility and the audience was treated to a dance of combat and dodging. As time passed, both fighters showed signs of depleting stamina, which Ritchie seemed to have more of. Rose knew that she couldn't fight it out through attrition with him, she had to break this male another way. While she was growing more exhausted, she would play to appeal being more exhausted than she actually was. Doing so would hopefully allow her to make Ritchie use pinning moves that would only work on those who could no longer keep up the speed. Ritchie went in for a finisher not noticing she had feigned her exhaustion and instead she hopped up while simultaneously guiding Ritchie with her foot on his back right to her tail that was coming down at Ritchie's head. Noticing his mistake, Ritchie quickly ducked, but not enough to avoid her tail slapping against his face. Acting fast, he was able to dash away from underneath her and turn to face her again. To his surprise she was strutting slowly in a circle with a smug look on her beak. He soon noticed he felt something wet on his beak, which he wiped with his talon. He couldn't see it himself, but Rose was admiring the accurate mark of a lipstick stained kiss right over his nare. Ritchie caught a whiff of her alluring sex stuck to the right side of his beak. ”clever girl” he thought to himself, the scent of her lips causing arousal within him.
Rose untwirled her leash and grabbed it, intending to put it in play. This of course meant it could go both ways, if Ritchie managed to grab it off of her and tie it on her neck. They both approached each other once again, moving faster the closer they got to one another, until they clashed into a wrestle. She tried to swing her leash onto Ritchie's neck, but Ritchie caught his foot and had no trouble keeping her foot back with his impressive strength. While Ritchie had the strength and thus the advantage in a wrestle, the scent of her lady parts had had a toll on his patience. She noticed Ritchie had clearly lost some focus, leaving her openings to exploit and keep herself in the game. Suddenly there was a flurry of movements, wings flapping and obscuring view and apparent chaos in between.
Both of them would suddenly come apart, standing facing each other with their wings partly spread and feet in a ready to attack stance. They looked at each other while panting, and Ritchie noticed a new grin on her face, which prompted him to look down. A leash was in her talons, leading down and towards him, all the way till he could no longer see it under his beak, after which he connected the visual to the feeling around his neck. His eyes widened and he quickly reached towards his neck with his foot, but Rose pulled on the leash, jolting him forward as he lost balance with only one foot on the ground. He stumpled right into her crotch as she pulled his face to her silky lips. This time he got a full serving of her lady scent as her vent kissed his beak and cheeks, rubbing her tail on his face as he struggled for a footing. Before he could find it, she pushed on his side, causing him to fall over and roll onto his back with the remaining momentum. She wasted no time and jumped on him, her tail over his head. Ritchie only had a quick look of her butt before it came back down on her face. She chuckled and giggled, grinding her butt on the harpy's face, giving him wet kisses all around. Her smooth thighs resting on his belly, grabbing onto his feet to keep his talons in check. She grabbed the leash with her beak and lifted her butt up to take aim. Ritchie's beak tip pressed against her vent, already stained in her lipstick. Before he could reach, she pulled on his leash and his beak slid into the wet warm folds of her sex, till his nares rested against her puffed up lips. She let out a satisfied moan, followed by an exhale. Ritchie tensed up and mumbled out a groan himself. He held his breath, realising it would be over for him if he'd breathe her in. He tried to get a grip of her waist to push her off, but she managed to keep his feet pinned and it only caused her to pull his beak deeper in. Rose parted the feathers of Ritchie's lower belly and exposed his own lips. She grabbed both of Ritchie's feet with one foot and licked toe of her free foot. She brought it down on his vent and started rubbing her toe in circles on it and tapping on it, forming a sticky web of his pre and her saliva. This made Ritchie tense up and his tail feathers flare. He moaned and let out air from his nares, causing her vent lips to flap on his beak, dripping her lady juices on his face. At the risk of not passing out, Ritchie had to finally cave in and catch a breath, breathing in an eye rolling amount of her sex, which made his cloaca clench and wetten further. ”Mmh, that's right, get a good whiff of me~” she said as she continued to rub his now winking lips. She could tell they desperately wanted to be pressed against hers. She was spreading those lips about, getting her toes sticky with Ritchie's excitement. She could hear him moan with a hint of desperation in his voice. Sensing his docility, she let go of his feet and watched them curl up and twitch from pleasure. Her juices were flowing down his beak, lubing it up as she used his beak like riding a dildo. Ritchie's vision was changing between butt and darkness as her tail smushed against his face repeatedly. That in combination with the sloppy sounds and her intoxicating scent would've probably been enough on their own given time, but her talons rubbing his cloaca were sure speeding things up. Her fluids were clogging his nares which he had to blow out only to breathe in more of her made her giggle. Ritchie was moaning, all the sensations fueling towards a climax he had no hope of holding back. Sensing it was coming, she sat all the way back on her chair with her wings half spread looking down at Ritchie's crotch as the male blew his desperate load against her foot she had formed into an ”o” shape mimicing her hole. As she watched the ropes of harpy semen shoot up through that hole, she imagined it being her insides being basted. She continued rubbing her cummy foot on his lips while she lifted her tail some and turned to look at him under it. He seemed to be in bliss, his eyes lost staring past her butt, continually breathing in her lovely scent. She wasn't called Rose for nothing. With a wet ”shlorp!” she pulled her tail off, but she wasn't done yet. She pushed on Ritchie's side and rolled him on his belly which he offered no resistance to. His head swayed in daze as she stepped over him again and hooked her tail back infront of his face so that his beak was lined up with her hole once more. Ritchie groaned again as Rose pushed in, his beak sinking into her sex once more. She spread her wings some, squeezed her thighs around his sides and started slowly pumping his tail back and forth, riding Ritchie's beak. The wet tail slapping grew louder and louder as Ritchie's facial feathers got wetter and wetter. She kept a constant rhythm, pushing from one side, grinding in and changing to the other. Her fluids dripping down onto the wrestling arena floor. The cameras tried to get any good angle the could get of Ritchie's face getting fucked. She started to pick up the pace, listening to the male moan and starting to breathe heavier herself ”Hmmmhh, hhaahhh, good boy... you're gonna get a facefull of my girlhood~” she said wit ha shaky breath. She closed her eyes and started grinding in faster, not holding back her moans any further. She listened to the sloppy wet noises as air squeezed out from between her lips and his beak. Her tail feathers fanned and gasping and exhaling, her tail moving faster and faster while her own talons could barely focus on holding a grip and instead shook and slid around, trying to catch onto something. She grimaced and moaned out with her voice breaking as she pushed in, reaching her climax. Her fluids splashed through between her lips and his beak, squirting her warm orgasm from all around, hitting Ritchie's face and running down it to the floor. She was panting, eyes half closed, finally exhausted and in bliss. She laid still, her vent winking around Ritchie's beak as the cameras settled in for a money shot behind her. Once she was satisfied, she grabbed her footing back, braced, and pulled her tail off of his beak with her fluids oozing out after her, revealing Ritchie's blisful expression. She settled down on his back, letting her lips relax and kiss the air. She took a look at the big screen showing Ritchie's face coated in her sex. She slid off of him onto her side on the ground, lifting one of her legs over Ritchie's neck. ”You know what to do, pretty boy.” she sighed and soon closed her eyes at the feeling of his tongue lapping on her spent lips.
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Ritchie and Rose are both my characters, while Asnaghall and Sorrel belong to
\n\t\t\t\t\tWindpawAlso big thanks to him for helping me with the dice game portion. Also I sketched these pics out while visiting him last summer!