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If ya like what ya see, visit my Patreon! Only a buck a month gets you in to see stuff sooner and helps me produce more great content.", "writing": "Pascal Earns His Scars - Part 1\n\nBy M. E. Vehnt\n\nThis is an adult story intended for audiences 18 years and older. Please do not post anywhere where the material may be accessible to minors.\n\nOne day, in the southern mountains of Galar, there was a young, adult Braviary named Pascal. Pascal was flying the skies seeking glory and as is common with young birds, he was impatient to find it. He was hoping for an honorable conflict, but after a day of questing, he was already becoming impatient enough to take on anything. Braviary's are not known for patience and cool thought, but this Braviary, was getting hungry and particularly desperate for conflict.\n\nAnd so it was that he came across a lone Corviknight, named Rok, perched on a high rock eating a freshly killed Bunnelby. The sight of the food made Pascal even more hungry, and his jealousy of this Corviknight flared. He thought to himself, [i]I know! I'll scare this Corviknight off his prey and claim it for myself. I'm a Braviary after all - king of the sky over these mountains. If he wants to fight for it, so be it![/i]\n\nPascal soared high above Rok but the bird didn't look up or acknowledge his presence. [i]How does this fool not see me? Pascal turned and weaved back, bringing his shadow directly across Rok's shoulders. Surely he'll look up and challenge me now!\n[/i]\nBut Rok didn't stop eating or even swivel a glinting eye upwards. Pascal couldn't believe it. [i]This asshole is either blind or a complete fool! Fine! I'll attack and force him to respond! [/i]\n\nPascal rolled his wings and dropped into a steep dive. He pulled in his wings and dropped faster, rocking slightly back and forth, dead on target, and his shadow grew larger and larger around Rok as he plummeted. In the last moment he shoved his talons forward and screamed out loud.\n\nRok calmly swallowed a mouthful of food and lifted his wings like a massive shield over his body. The sun glinted off the metallic feathers and Pascal realized, too late, that he'd made a grave error. Pascal slammed hard against Rok's armored wings, like the sound of a melon hitting pavement, and limply bounced off, a silly dazed grin on his beak as he flopped into the grass and skidded to a stop. In his blurred vision, he saw Rok shake his wings nonchalantly and walk towards him. As he passed out, the last thing he saw was Rok's grinning beak, uncomfortably close to his face. As the world went dark, he heard throaty, mischievous chuckling.\n\nPascal felt drips on his face as he awoke. He moaned and cracked his eyes open slightly. The sky was less bright and the sun angled in from the west. It was late afternoon. He moaned and opened his eyes wider as another warm droplet pattered on his beak. Above him was the open beak of Rok, drooling. His forehead feathers were fluffed and his eyes were flickering white as he blinked his third eyelids rapidly. The big bird was panting and moving slowly forward and back.\n\nPascal's sphere of awareness gradually widened and he realized that he was pinned by the Corviknight's thick feet, one on each of his wings, and its ass was planted firmly between Pascal's legs. His breast was being pricked by dozens of sharp feathers as the big bird moved rhythmically over him. But, somewhere down low, very low, on his body, there was a different sensation.\n\nPascal could scarcely tell where the throbbing of his head ended and the soft pounding of his belly began. But to his amazement, there was an area on Rok's body where steel-laced feathers gave way to soft underfluffies. After all, even armored birds have to have some supple opening for sex and ridding themselves of waste.\n\n[i]Wait? What? Opening?[/i] A wash of cold horror gripped Pascal's beak. [i]Is this filthy bird doing what I think he's doing? [/i]He took stock of all his parts and, indeed, his own vent was being delightfully rubbed and smooched by a soft pillow of warm, wet flesh. He winked his hole in dread.\n\nRok's eyes opened slightly like two shiny slits and his beak corners turned up slightly. \"Ahhh... mmm... You'rrre awwaaake... I was tirrrring of soiling you with seeeeeed without some rrrrrresponse. Now, if you knowwwww what's good for youuuu... give me pleasuurrre and wink morrrrrre...''\n\n\"What? Get off me! You smell like ass and... something else...'' Pascal took a few sniffs of the air. \"What is that?''\n\nThe Corviknight laughed from deep in his belly, causing his cloaca to spasm against Pascal's. It was a kissing sensation that Pascal had only ever imagined in his wettest dreams and though the new sensation was pleasant, this hardly seemed like the circumstances for exploring sex.\n\n\"I said: Get the fuck off!''\n\nCorviknight ignored his pleading and kept humping Pascal. The Braviary's vent was clenched like a dry fist but it didn't matter. Rok knew he could keep this up a long time and eventually Pascal's cloaca would open like a supple flower for him.\n\n\"Oooohhh yeah... you're gonna find oooouuutt... what that smell issss...''\n\nPascal struggled with his wings and arched his back but that only drove the tips of Rok's erect chest feathers into his skin. He kicked with his legs but only banged his knees and scraped his talons uselessly against the Corviknight's metal plumage. He pushed with his wings again and this time drove his chest into the sharp breast feathers harder and screeched in pain and rage.\n\n\"Let me go!''\n\nThe wiggling only increased Rok's lust. His tongue hung from his beak and he huffed hot puffs of air into Pascal's face. He pressed forward and back, rubbing Pascal's vent lips one way then the other, slathering them with Corviknight pre and cloaca mucus. The dark bird's massive thighs tightened and his throat feathers fluffed out as his eyes glowed red.\n\n\"Youuuu can come ouuuut of this a herrroooo, brave birrrrrd. Or you can be a fooooool.''\n\nPascal shut his eyes and tried to think of a way out of this. He was overpowered. He knew he was as good as dead.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Pascal Earns His Scars - Part 1

By M. E. Vehnt

This is an adult story intended for audiences 18 years and older. Please do not post anywhere where the material may be accessible to minors.

One day, in the southern mountains of Galar, there was a young, adult Braviary named Pascal. Pascal was flying the skies seeking glory and as is common with young birds, he was impatient to find it. He was hoping for an honorable conflict, but after a day of questing, he was already becoming impatient enough to take on anything. Braviary's are not known for patience and cool thought, but this Braviary, was getting hungry and particularly desperate for conflict.

And so it was that he came across a lone Corviknight, named Rok, perched on a high rock eating a freshly killed Bunnelby. The sight of the food made Pascal even more hungry, and his jealousy of this Corviknight flared. He thought to himself, I know! I'll scare this Corviknight off his prey and claim it for myself. I'm a Braviary after all - king of the sky over these mountains. If he wants to fight for it, so be it!

Pascal soared high above Rok but the bird didn't look up or acknowledge his presence. How does this fool not see me? Pascal turned and weaved back, bringing his shadow directly across Rok's shoulders. Surely he'll look up and challenge me now!

But Rok didn't stop eating or even swivel a glinting eye upwards. Pascal couldn't believe it. This asshole is either blind or a complete fool! Fine! I'll attack and force him to respond!

Pascal rolled his wings and dropped into a steep dive. He pulled in his wings and dropped faster, rocking slightly back and forth, dead on target, and his shadow grew larger and larger around Rok as he plummeted. In the last moment he shoved his talons forward and screamed out loud.

Rok calmly swallowed a mouthful of food and lifted his wings like a massive shield over his body. The sun glinted off the metallic feathers and Pascal realized, too late, that he'd made a grave error. Pascal slammed hard against Rok's armored wings, like the sound of a melon hitting pavement, and limply bounced off, a silly dazed grin on his beak as he flopped into the grass and skidded to a stop. In his blurred vision, he saw Rok shake his wings nonchalantly and walk towards him. As he passed out, the last thing he saw was Rok's grinning beak, uncomfortably close to his face. As the world went dark, he heard throaty, mischievous chuckling.

Pascal felt drips on his face as he awoke. He moaned and cracked his eyes open slightly. The sky was less bright and the sun angled in from the west. It was late afternoon. He moaned and opened his eyes wider as another warm droplet pattered on his beak. Above him was the open beak of Rok, drooling. His forehead feathers were fluffed and his eyes were flickering white as he blinked his third eyelids rapidly. The big bird was panting and moving slowly forward and back.

Pascal's sphere of awareness gradually widened and he realized that he was pinned by the Corviknight's thick feet, one on each of his wings, and its ass was planted firmly between Pascal's legs. His breast was being pricked by dozens of sharp feathers as the big bird moved rhythmically over him. But, somewhere down low, very low, on his body, there was a different sensation.

Pascal could scarcely tell where the throbbing of his head ended and the soft pounding of his belly began. But to his amazement, there was an area on Rok's body where steel-laced feathers gave way to soft underfluffies. After all, even armored birds have to have some supple opening for sex and ridding themselves of waste.

Wait? What? Opening? A wash of cold horror gripped Pascal's beak. Is this filthy bird doing what I think he's doing? He took stock of all his parts and, indeed, his own vent was being delightfully rubbed and smooched by a soft pillow of warm, wet flesh. He winked his hole in dread.

Rok's eyes opened slightly like two shiny slits and his beak corners turned up slightly. "Ahhh... mmm... You'rrre awwaaake... I was tirrrring of soiling you with seeeeeed without some rrrrrresponse. Now, if you knowwwww what's good for youuuu... give me pleasuurrre and wink morrrrrre...''

"What? Get off me! You smell like ass and... something else...'' Pascal took a few sniffs of the air. "What is that?''

The Corviknight laughed from deep in his belly, causing his cloaca to spasm against Pascal's. It was a kissing sensation that Pascal had only ever imagined in his wettest dreams and though the new sensation was pleasant, this hardly seemed like the circumstances for exploring sex.

"I said: Get the fuck off!''

Corviknight ignored his pleading and kept humping Pascal. The Braviary's vent was clenched like a dry fist but it didn't matter. Rok knew he could keep this up a long time and eventually Pascal's cloaca would open like a supple flower for him.

"Oooohhh yeah... you're gonna find oooouuutt... what that smell issss...''

Pascal struggled with his wings and arched his back but that only drove the tips of Rok's erect chest feathers into his skin. He kicked with his legs but only banged his knees and scraped his talons uselessly against the Corviknight's metal plumage. He pushed with his wings again and this time drove his chest into the sharp breast feathers harder and screeched in pain and rage.

"Let me go!''

The wiggling only increased Rok's lust. His tongue hung from his beak and he huffed hot puffs of air into Pascal's face. He pressed forward and back, rubbing Pascal's vent lips one way then the other, slathering them with Corviknight pre and cloaca mucus. The dark bird's massive thighs tightened and his throat feathers fluffed out as his eyes glowed red.

"Youuuu can come ouuuut of this a herrroooo, brave birrrrrd. Or you can be a fooooool.''

Pascal shut his eyes and tried to think of a way out of this. He was overpowered. He knew he was as good as dead.

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