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Tsuru - blutfeuerdrache
WE finally get to be introduced to my buddy Tsuru, a cute and shy cockatrice (corvid-dragon hybrid) that has a sensitivity to electricity and lives life mostly alone in a watchtower as a ranger in the modern times RockWood.
We also get to be properly introduce to the ulokar, a hybrid race of dragon and wolf! So that's fun! Anyway, enjoy!
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\tTsuru the Watcher
\tTsuru was living his best life. It took time and a lot of hardship but he'd finally found himself a job that he connected with and he was at peace not only with himself but with his environment. He was a park ranger in the southwest quadrant of the Rockwood in the Itanobel region. He was alone, by design, and he couldn't be happier. Well, he could be a bit happier. Tsuru craved attention but was very picky about what attention he got and how he received it.
\tGrowing up, the corvid-dragon hybrid – an offshoot of the cockatrice saurossins – didn't have very much luck when it came to finding romantic partners and in spite of opportunities never sought companionship like others his age. He preferred to keep to himself, enjoying his alone time and flourishing under his own company. As a result, he never got serious about dating or courting others. This sounds like the beginning of a sad tale of depression but that couldn't be farther from the truth.
\tWhile many people seek intimate relationships and consider themselves a failure if they are unable to find that connection, Tsuru went that route willingly. For most of his formative years he just found his solitude to be preferable to having others around. Most others, anyway. He wasn't anti-social, nor was he unlikable, he just preferred to keep to himself more often than not. When others were out at parties and flirting, he was at home experimenting with his charge magic. While others were making stupid decisions and doing those things teens do that make everyone else find them insufferable, Tsuru was studying magic and chemistry and physics.
\tSo when he finally left the nest and it was time for him to set his own path he had to do it alone. By that point it was too late to suddenly start seeking intimate relationships and that set him on the path that led to him eventually finding the perfect role as a ranger. It took him many years to fly this path but once he did, he didn't for one moment stop to look back. His job kept him at a remote location, living in a watchtower that stood tall above the tips of the surrounding rockwood trees, giving him the ability to survey and watch over the surrounding valley.
\tHe was alone. By design. The Rockwood forest was vast, covering more than a third of the entire Itanobel region to the west of the StoneMetal Mountains and it was all a protected conservation area that needed rangers like him to ensure it remained safe. He lived in that watchtower, it was his home, and he lived and worked every waking hour to observe and report his findings.
\tA day in his life was simple but rewarding. He'd wake up, make himself something to eat, and review the recordings of the handful of cameras set up in the immediate vicinity. Once breakfast was done he'd find his position on the balcony next to any of the four telescopes that gave him a full range of view of the valley all the way up to the summits of the mountains on either side. There, he could play his videogames, paint, or do any of the other activities that kept him busy while working all morning. As long as he paid attention to the valley he was free to do as he wished.
\tThen, after lunch, he'd pack up some snacks and communication equipment in his saddle bags and fly patrol up and down the valley. Most of the time he remained skimming the tree tops while using his keen avian eyes to scan the forest and make sure nothing was out of place. Since he was in one of the more remote watchtowers and in the region farthest from a city it didn't happen often but he did occasionally have to deal with disrespectful tourists.
\tPeople were the biggest problem in the Rockwood. Historically, that was the case for all natural wonders in the Itanobel region. Sure, weather could result in damage too, such as a thunderbolt igniting a forest fire or floods forming due to a dam being built or wind knocking over old trees, but most of the issues were linked to people camping and either not tearing down their gear properly when leaving or not adhering to the bonfire rules and regulations.
\tFortunately for Tsuru, these issues were very rare. He'd have been shocked if he saw more than one group of campers in any given day. Most days he saw none, and that was how he liked it. He didn't enjoy being confrontational so that would have been unpleasant, but he was even more aggravated by people disrespecting nature and that helped to ensure he had no qualms about doing what was right.
\tIt was a relatively easy job, for sure. An overwhelming majority of his work involved simply scanning the valley from his perch atop the watchtower and doing routes to make sure nothing was going to be a problem. No fires, no fallen trees obstructing the trails, no weather-based catastrophes. For the most part he could simply enjoy his life of solitude in between his duties; outside of his patrols, which he was welcome to do at his discretion, he really only needed to take action if something went wrong. And almost every encounter he'd had up to this point involved dealing with campers not abiding by the fire codes. If he saw smoke, he'd investigate and make sure they were following the rules.
\tThat was it. A simple job, but an important job. A rewarding job. Not only did he find it personally meaningful to contribute to maintaining the natural beauty of the Rockwood Conservation Area, but it fit his personal needs and was fulfilling as a result. There was nothing as spiritually uplifting as waking up in the morning to a gentle symphony of bird calls and bug buzzes. The distinct smell of the rockwood trees invoked a sense of serenity that he couldn't get anywhere else.
\tHe was glad to have chosen to live this life than to pursue the academic path that his natural tendencies had suggested he was best suited for.
\tAfter he was done with his basic schooling he had considered going into the sciences due to his affinity for shock magic but he didn't enjoy it. He loved learning about electric energy, the physics around it, and the magical properties of it but the idea of doing that for work didn't appeal to him. Being on call as an electrician sounded like a grind to him so he chose a different life path. One that allowed him to explore that part of himself but not be forced to exploit it for profit.
\tBeing electro-sensitive was fun for him. He didn't want to turn that into a job. He didn't wish to strip the joy out of that part of his life just to make a living when there were so many other options.
\tWhich was what led him to a watchtower he called a home, serving as a park ranger in the southwest quadrant of the Rockwood Forest in the valley region. Alone and with no other rangers within eyesight in any direction even for his keen eyes. It was exactly as he hoped. A perfect day.
\tWell, the day started off as perfect and ordinary as any other. That's not how it ended.
\tTsuru laid belly down in his nest, wings splayed out haphazardly and the feathers in dire need of preening. His watchtower home was comprised of a single, open room with windows on all four walls, with the only closed-off area being a restroom. His nest was comfortably fit into one corner with shelves on the walls above him and drawers underneath. His laptop was next to his bedding. The other three corners were the restroom, kitchen, and work area with television monitors. The center of the single room had an island for eating and hosting guests if he ever felt like having friends to visit.
\tHe rolled over onto all fours and yawned, stretching and folding his wings until his ebony feathers were mostly back in place. His long, corvid beak made short work of the stragglers, which he raked through and sorted before folding his wings on his back. All he had to do to maintain his reptilian half was stretch, extend, and constrict his tail frill and curl his back toes.
\tLike most mornings he started with a drink and some breakfast. Just juice for his drink, he wasn't a fan of tea or coffee. For breakfast he quickly fried up some meat patties to go on biscuits as well as some deliciously inappropriate scrambled eggs on the side. Though some avians and avian hybrids were averse to eating eggs for obvious reasons, Tsuru had no such qualms. Food is food, and given his role as a ranger and conservationist he saw in person the reality of that. Nature was brutal and sometimes mothers ate their own young if it was better for the health of the pack.
\tGranted he was no beast. He didn't need to eat his own young or anything like that. He did have to be very smart about his consumption, however. Being this far away from towns or settlements of any kind meant that he had to either have food delivered or he had to pick it up himself once a week. That either got expensive or heavy or took too much time, depending on how big the shipments were. Such limitations ensured he was always conscious of how much food he had, how the different ingredients would interact, and what was in the direst need of being eaten before it went bad.
\tHe ate what he had, and he kept whatever would be most versatile. Eggs were some of the most versatile foods out there so he always had a rack of them at his disposal.
\tAfter eating his breakfast at the island in the center of this room, he returned his plate to the kitchen sink and immediately went to the corner of the watch tower that housed all the security equipment as well as his desktop computer. It was a wall of more than a dozen screens all connected to cameras that were set up in strategic or interesting locations around the valley. Then, in the bottom corner, he set his eyes on the biggest screen. The monitor that connected to his personal computer.
\tThe dozen other screens were all small. No more than 50cm from corner to corner, but his personal monitor was much larger. About 175cm from corner to corner. This was for personal use as he kept some of his attention on the other monitors. The freedom of working at his own pace meant that he could multitask. His mornings often consisted of equal parts work and personal time in his command center. There, he'd skim the feeds to see if anything interesting happened over night in between time to himself on his own personal computer. They were not on the same network.
\tNothing of note occurred most nights. Nocturnal creatures came out to sniff and explore the cameras, small creatures may pass through, and he may have come across a few instances of witnessing mating happening but beyond that it was mostly boring. He skimmed the recordings and noted in a book what he saw or didn't see. Most entries consisted of the date, the camera and location, and a note that said either 'no notable events' or 'wolf pooped on camera. Thrilling.'
\tSome would find this job mind-numbingly boring but Tsuru loved it. It kept him busy, gave him freedom to manage his own time, and kept him in a comfortable state of mind due to not having to wrestle with the trials and mind games involved in social interactions. That was more mentally taxing than the actual work he got paid for. Perhaps that was a reason why he never pursued relationships. Life was much better and easier for him when he just kept to himself.
\tSocializing was exhausting and he had methods to take care of this more carnal needs. This was made even more true by the fact that he was alone and had no reason to be shy or private about it.
\tThat big screen made for some fun views in between the more mundane feeds coming from the cameras in the valley. There, he could watch far more explicit mating and acts of lust. Instead of just idle shots of wolf packs stopping to lick each other and idly hump, he could watch juicy close-ups of knots popping in and out, flares churning guts, and in some cases even more extreme stuff like videos of people diving head first into dragons.
\tHis satellite internet wasn't exceptionally fast but he had unlimited bandwidth so instead of streaming he'd set up a handful of downloads that would run overnight, giving him the ability to view them at his own discretion. Streaming worked but the frame rate was mediocre and the resolution was not as good as he'd have preferred.
\tSo, after he was done skimming the first of a dozen feeds from the overnight period, he shuffled over to his personal computer and started going through the files he downloaded the night before. There were some really good ones in there but nothing that matched his current mood. The video of a tentacle beast invading someone's rump was nice but he wasn't feeling it. Fisting is always good but cock is better, especially if the cock was huge. There was a lovely up-close video of two canines – beastly wolves on two legs – having a rough session with biting and clawing and aggression followed by a proper knotting and post-tie relaxation, which was nice.
\tThe most fun part about it was when the female's potion wore off and she reverted back to her normal size, which was so small that the knot inside her formed a visible bulge in her lower belly. A bulge that gradually lost definition as her womb got inflated by the voluminous seed pumped into her by her larger partner. That certainly got Tsuru's attention, drawing his cock from his sheath as he drooled on the towels he kept in the area to keep the floor clean.
\tIt still wasn't quite what he was looking for, though. Knotting was nice and he did love a good flesh plug, but he needed something even more aggressive than that. Rough. Feral.
\tEven though he didn't like streaming much he did like this one site in particular. It was called 'The Ranch'. A simple enough moniker but it was aptly descriptive. It was a site that focused mostly on feral content. Feral on feral action or anthro on feral content. It was pretty taboo but it was run by a certified empath and psychic that was able to discern consent from non verbal partners. This helped alleviate the main issue with feral content.
\tIt did not make it safe. At least not on its own. A person could still be kicked, trampled, or mounted too hard if they ended up with a partner beyond their capabilities. There had been instances of horses treating their partners like mares in spite of being kobold sized, resulting in intervention. Some could handle it, most could not. Those who could not were expected to use potions to take care of the more dangerous aspects of such a pairing.
\tThe reason for this was that The Ranch wasn't just a site that Tsuru browsed occasionally. Sure, they produced explicit material for the internet and was one of the only legally operating sites of its kind, but it was also what was known as a beasty brothel. The ranch was open to tourists or locals who were seeking something a bit more adventurous. Something a bit more wild than what they got at home. Tsuru didn't know the exact details of how that worked, but he was curious. Did they have to sign waivers? Were they exposed to the psychic first to make sure their intentions were pure?
\tIt didn't matter. Not with Tsuru living a continent away from where it was located far to the north in Saff'Rald's, just outside its biggest city, Klyneth. Maybe one day he'd visit but it would be months before his post was up for the season and he had some time 'off'. Most of those times off he just kept around and continued to work. He was happy in the Rockwood. He had friends online and that was enough for the most part.
\tHe was going through the new videos that were recently posted on The Ranch's update page when he saw a post that caught his attention. It was a notification that read, 'New Arrivals! Come meet our latest additions to the crew at the Ranch, a pack of Ulokar including three males and five females!' Upon excitedly opening the link he read what he expected to see, that it would be a few months before their mating season and that they were not to be approached by any but the most experienced hands.
\tUlokar were admired the world over. In eras past, the ulokar were utilized as the most loyal and capable mounts that only the most capable or entitled were able to ride. This included the highest ranked generals, the richest of nobles, and those who by some miracle gained fealty from one of them naturally. They were hardly tame and only bordering on domesticated. Even those born and raised in captivity were known to be wild and dangerous, so they were not regularly used as beasts of burden.
\tThey were one of the hybrid mounts, a mixture of dragon and wolf. There were four basic beasts of burden that were domesticated over time, tamed and brought into the fold of all agen-kind: horses, wolves, dragons, and gryphons. Horses and wolves were the most common, with the equines serving as mounts and workers throughout history. Gryphons and dragons were less common and had more complications in the domestication process, meaning they were great for certain things like war but not great as pets or workers.
\tAny combination of two of those four beasts could cross breed, creating six more creatures. For example, if horses and gryphons mated, it was possible to get hippogryphs, when gryphons and dragons mated there was a chance of a cockatrice – like Tsuru but feral – and when dragons and wolves got together there was a chance of getting a Ulokar. All of these sub-species occurred in the wild but all were rare and incredibly hard to domesticate. Cross breeding rarely resulted in viable offspring so mixing two Ulokar that were already adults was the best way to get more. Evolution on display.
\tWhile all of those domesticated beasts were incorporated into daily life, they were not equal. Some were more obedient and submissive while others were more capable in a fight but were far harder to tame. The Ulokar were on the far end of the spectrum of being capable but independent. If one was able to get the respect and submission of a ulokar then it was more loyal than any canine or equine but the chances of that were slim. It was more likely they'd be lunch than a companion.
\tThe news that The Ranch had acquired a handful of Ulokar was both exciting and dangerous. It raised many questions in terms of how that would work or what performers would want to make spicy content with them, as well as what sort of liability they would be under. That wasn't Tsuru's business or concern but he couldn't help but wonder.
\tIn truth, he'd always wanted to see what it was like with a Ulokar. He knew he wouldn't dare take a risk like that, especially not considering how inexperienced he was. The most he'd ever done was use toys on himself, toys with knots and ridges and flares and all. He was experienced in that regard but he wasn't a fool and knew controlling a toy, no matter how big or intense it was, would not represent the real thing. Instead of acting upon his fantasies he enjoyed observing on The Ranch's website.
\tAs he scrolled down the announcement page he got some good looks at the five glorious specimens that were on display. Three females and two males, shown in profile shots first. All of them were earthy in colour, with mixes of browns, grays, and blacks on the furred parts and muddy reds, greens, and blues for the scaled parts. The males had odd numbers of horns and the females had even numbers, which made identifying them easy.
\tFarther down the page Tsuru got to the fun parts he was curious about. The genital shots. The males were exceptionally intense looking, as they had some of the most aggressive features Tsuru had ever seen on a cock. His own was simple, a knot and a smooth shaft with a tapered head. Nothing out of the ordinary as a half dragon, half avian hybrid. Ulokar had a bit of everything, though! They had a knot that swelled like a canine, ridges like a dragon, and a head that swelled wide like a second knot coated in nub-like barbs. It didn't matter what happened, anyone on the receiving end of that was going to be feeling it for days, not to mention would be tied up for at least a few hours.
\tBut it was so much more than that. The Ulokar's shaft, which was lined by ridges that wrapped entirely around its girth, could actually extend and contract while inside. The knot could expand and the head could swell up, only to then have the shaft double in length, simulating thrusting despite the knot being locked in place. At least that's what he heard. He also heard that Ulokar were known to penetrate the cervix of their hens, meaning mammals would have a hard time adjusting without potions.
\tThe females were a bit simpler but still glorious. They had rumps that were big and plump, round and tender that were nestled up tightly next to their vulva. They were so close, with the anus and vaginal canals so tight, the soft scaled flesh was almost like a cloaca if not for the fact that both openings were superficial and seen from the outside. The anus and vulva together resembled the triangular shape of a canine's 'spade' or cookie, with the posterior lip being the plump anus.
\tHe knew little to nothing about what went on inside a ulokar female. His ignorance in that one way meant he was delighted to see some anatomical displays of the five that had joined The Ranch. Some pictures showed the males fully erect both in extended and compact formations with hands wrapped around the knot to keep the cock firm. There were explanations of the internal thrusting this would simulate. In other pics, they used speculums and hands to spread open the females, showing their gapes so deep that even the high exposure camera didn't see all the way in.
\tOne thing that caught his attention was that the female's vulva started scaled on the outside and faded to mauve then pink as it went inside, with what looked like a pair of two clits on the floor of the vaginal canal with a rather thick and accented g-spot just inside. It wasn't too outlandish, not like the phallic examples on the males, but it was foreign to Tsuru. He'd only seen external views in the past since getting pictures of ulokar was rare in the wild and difficult in captivity.
\tThese were the first pictures he'd ever seen with any sort of clinical purpose or medical info. And it was insanely hot to him. Not only was this something he'd wished to see for years but seeing it in this context formed quite a swell in his loins. When he read on the screen about how 'durable' ulokarian hens had to be to handle their partners it aroused him even farther. They bit down, they were rough, they were intense, and any but the strongest could be seriously hurt.
\tUlokar were not meant to be trifled with. The article showing off the new pack ended with an even more severe warning that the Ulokar portion of The Ranch was not to be explored unless the visitor was an expert of the highest level. That ensured Tsuru would not be in that elite group but he was fine with that. The fantasy was enough for him. Imagining a ulokar or wolf or gryphon or any beast taking him and forcing him down, slipping into him, and ravaging him until he was a sloppy mess of flesh and cum was enough to get him in the right mood.
\tThe best he could to to satisfy this emerging desire was to get one of his toys, turn on a video, and pretend he was the one on the bottom.
\tNone of his new videos were quite what he was looking for, so as he used one hand to pump some lube between his fingers and smear up under his tail hole, he used his clean talon to scroll and browse his archive to see what best matched his current fantasy. The toy he got out was actually inspired by a Ulokar with the knot, ridges, and rounded head; not a life cast or anything and it wouldn't imitate the swell of the knot or the thrusting of the extending ridges but it would have to do.
\tTsuru had a video of ulokar mating on his hard drive but it was filmed by someone who didn't find the arousal in it, so none of the actual penetration could be seen. It wasn't the highest quality, either. Not blurry but it certainly wasn't the highest definition. The only explicit part that could be seen in the video was the male's member dangling between his legs, only half formed without a swollen knot as precum oozed on the ground.
\tThe sounds the female made – a mixture of playful whimpering and deep guttural dragon-like roars – were almost enough to work on him if he closed his eyes but that wasn't ideal. He pumped a few more gobs of lubricant into his palm and smeared it all over his scaled rump, slipping a few fingers in to moisten his insides as well. The sensation of having his talons probing his depths eased his cock out of its slit with a goopy squelch as his abdominal flesh gave way to his tapered length.
\tEventually, he found himself the exact video that would help bring him to climax. A Thresome where one quadruped male gryphon was with his biped female canine companion on a bale of hay, the gryphon knot pounding the canine's cookie when a hippogryph entered the frame and dropped sheath. The blue and green gryphon, which was Tsuru's stand-in for his fantasy, kept bucking at the white-furred canine with the sleek knot popping in and out even as the hippogryh curiously sniffed and clawed with his front talon.
\tIn an effort to keep up, Tsuru got out one of his canine pussy sleeves and lubed it up, placing it around his cock and easing its material past the knot. He then grabbed one of his conductive bands and placed it around the toy half-way down its length. The conductive band was for electric stimulation, something that Tsuru found to be enjoyable every time.
\tHe tried matching the thrusts of the gryphon in the canine, his free hand still reaching back to tease his own hole and pry at the flesh and scales there to expose some of his insides, squatting down and nearly touching the tip of the ulokar toy behind him.
\tThe moment the hippogryph in the video tensed up his loins to slap the gryphon under the tail, Tsuru mimicked the action by lightly bouncing on his own toy, letting the tip tease his opening but never quite slip in. He stroked himself with the canine sleeve and reached out to gently turn up the power on the conductor to feel the current flow through him. He watched and waited, beak partially agape while he prepared himself for the full mount in the video so he could imitate it.
\tWhile he was waiting, he fumbled around with his clean hand to get another conductive band, which he wrapped around the base of the ulokar toy. Both the canine sleeve and the dildo were made of conductive material, something he specifically ordered. Once it was strapped on and snug, he turned off the current in the sleeve to ensure there were no shocks when contact was made, then he waited.
\tIn the video, the hippogryph, equipped with a knotted and barbed horse cock the size of the gryphon's thigh, found his aim and bucked forth with his curved beak biting down on the gryphon's neck and talons wrapped around the gryphon's hips. He spewed a few strands of precum and fluid all over the puckered pink flesh before thrusting hard and deep, burying every bit of his shaft deep inside the gryphon's tail hole.
\tThe gryphon's toes curled and his knot popped fully inside the canine, who in turn howled with delight, stroking the hippogryph's cheek and grabbing the gryphon's neck plumage. It was a string of tied knots, the hippogryph's in the gryphon's, and the gryphon's in the canine. To emulate it, Tsuru slammed his rump down as hard as he could on the ulokar toy, feeling the knot pop into him with relative ease, the head worming its way deeper and the canine sleeve growing tighter as his knot grew.
\tHe did not have the largest toys since he wasn't experienced enough for that. Otherwise he would have needed more time to gradually loosen up. The electric current running through the sleeve, into his cock, through his body, and out his tail hole into the dildo helped a lot and quickly brought him to a point where he was twitching and spewing his seed all over the towels on the floor, but by the time his climax peaked and his pleasure tapered off he wished there was more.
\tSure, he had been teasing and bouncing for a bit but he wished to feel a knot inside him, locking him in with someone else. He wanted to feel what it was like for a knot to swell inside him instead of being fully bulged out before popping in. He imagined it was a vastly different experience, one that would have to remain a fantasy for now, just like every other day.
\tOnce his arousal had died down, he turned off the machine that pumped current through him and slowly pulled the toy out of his tail hole and tugged the sleeve off his retreating cock. The scent of his own musk filled the watchtower room as his member slid back up into his slit, the scales of his loins squeezing his fluids off him and onto the towel. He did his best to capture some and lick it up from his talons but most of it ended on the floor.
\tSince he was living alone he didn't give a second thought to just pushing the toys off to the side without too much cleaning. It was just going to be more lube and natural fluids next time, anyway.
\tSatisfied, he got back to work by returning to the other feeds coming in from the cameras.
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\tThe rest of his morning was mostly uneventful. Tsuru watched the various other camera feeds and filled out his reports in between bits of sorting and arranging his personal space and prepping something simple for lunch. At one point he took a bit of a break and headed out to the balcony that wrapped around all four sides of the square and used some binoculars to help him survey the treeline in every direction. His eyes were pretty strong on their own but the binoculars, with their multiple settings, allowed him to see a bird on a tree trunk two kilometres away. Nearly double his vision.
\tAfter lunch he took some time to paint a picture out on the balcony. It wasn't anything special or lewd, just a scene by a river with mountains towering overhead and a pair of ulokar nuzzling each other. His mind was fixated on them and he wanted to pay homage by paining them. It was a simple picture but he was rightly proud of it. If he had more time to detail it he would have spent all day working on the canvas but he had work to do.
\tThe second half of his day started simply enough as well. His mornings remained inside scanning the camera feeds and filing reports, but the afternoon and evening saw him on patrol. He equipped his saddle bags with communication and wilderness survival equipment, he headed out to his balcony, and he leapt into the sky with wings spread to glide over the tree tops.
\tSure, the watchtower had a stairway that wrapped around its four legs for him to walk down but he didn't feel the need to use it. Not only did he have wings to fly in and out of his base but he found it annoying to try and gain altitude from ground level. He was nimble and could dodge and dance between the branches with ease but that didn't mean it was fun or easy. Leaping over the balcony and catching an updraft was considerably simpler. Landing on the roof was just as easy.
\tTsuru also liked flying overhead because he was able to do so while scanning the Rockwood without the use of equipment. Most rangers had to either stop in clearings or use binoculars to scan while flying overhead but he didn't need to do that. Given his sensitivity to electric fields, he could sense where every living thing was as he passed. It wasn't a perfect skill, but it was proving to be quite reliable. He'd fly overhead and focus on his electric sensitivity, feeling pulses passing by underneath.
\tAny time he looked he'd find exactly what he had predicted. Sometimes it was a bear. Sometimes it was a pack of wolves. Sometimes it was a deer. Whatever it was, he was never surprised. He used this skill to track movements of groups, observe potential territorial disputes, and above all else monitor potential hikers and tourists.
\tMuch of his time was spent keeping track of where the herds and packs roamed but the rest was him flying by overhead and seeing if anyone was passing through and dealing with it accordingly. That's how he did his job, he'd sense people in small groups or camping and either casually observe them to make sure they were abiding by the rules or land and educate them if the need arose.
\tHikers were usually pretty good. Everyone loved visiting the aspen wilderness of The Rockwood Coservation Area and thus respected the land. Some did not. Those who did not were the only real instance of Tsuru having to confront people. He had enough authority with his uniform that it was rarely an issue but he always dreaded having to deal with rowdy people. The petulant rich kids were the worst, the ones that just tried to buy their way out of disrespecting the land.
\tIn all his time working as a ranger he only experienced those types of people a few times. And given that he was so far away from other towers or settlements these issues were often at the edge of his zone so it was easy to call in aid from other rangers. Again, not common but worth preparing for.
\tOn this day he was flying low over the treetops, occasionally dipping down between them to dance and enjoy himself. He was quite nimble in the air, so he had no problem weaving around trunks and expertly darting above and below the canopy. When he was scanning and patrolling the region he liked to do this, it kept his mind keen and focused on the area.
\tHe also had to do a lot of back and forth while scanning. His sensitivity to electric fields was strong but the more area he covered directly the better. Tsuru could 'feel' creatures up to ten meters away in all directions, so he had to basically zip up and down his entire zone back and forth to best get a feel for where the animals were. Larger animals and people gave the strongest auras, which was good because those were the ones he was most concerned about tracking and monitoring. Squirrels and raccoons and other small creatures were so common and unobtrusive he didn't need to worry.
\tThis patrol was not particularly interesting at first. He flew over a pack of wolves that were near their den, he took note of a whole group of deer nearby that should have known better than to be that close to the wolf den, he saw a mother bear and her two cubs, and he saw hundreds of small creatures. Though not rare by any means he did come across a few hikers at the very edge of his zone, right where a ravine cut through the Rockwood and served as a border between his patrol and his neighbour.
\tThere was no hint of fire, he saw no litter, and they were not being louder than the natural calls of birds and insects that permeated the region. They were not a problem so he took note of them while gliding high and carried on his way. A normal, mundane occurrence.
\tHowever, as he did a sharp bank around a tall tree and headed back towards the watchtower, he felt something that he wasn't familiar with. He could recognize the signatures of pretty much every animal and race that he'd come across while patrolling but this was different. Like it was scrambled or there was interference. It had the feeling of multiple species all at once with different dominant signatures peaking and dipping every few seconds.
\tHe turned to focus on the source of the signature and saw nothing. Nothing out of the ordinary. There was a tangle of vines with purple nubs and swirled green bark but that wasn't something new. He'd seen patches of that grow and die out every season, it was just part of the regional flora.
\tThe curious half of him inspired him to land but the critical thinking part of him told him not to do that just in case it was some predator he couldn't evade. That wasn't likely, given his agility and sixth sense, but he knew better than to mess with wildlife. Even if he was capable of 'defending' himself the goal of a ranger was to observe and not impact. He had no desire or authority to intervene with whatever was going on, only report it.
\tBut he had to report it. That was the entire crux of his job. It was his duty to figure out what was going on and make sure it was properly documented, be it through written word or a video.
\tAs he swooped around and tried to pinpoint the source of the disturbance he came to realize that whatever it was happened to be right on top of the patch of vines with the purple nubs. Okay. So it wasn't an animal. That made things a lot easier.
\tHis curious and analytical mind took over and he started theorizing about what it could have been. He knew that some plants were able to exude ademane mist and that could be sensed if any of the magic energy was charged or activated. However, he also knew that floral ademane was generally much weaker than the stuff that came out of people or even animals. He saw no mushrooms, which were the strongest example of non-fauna magic outside of ademane crystals such as the ones in the StoneMetal Mountains. He was somewhat confused but moreso concerned.
\tTsuru sensed no animals at all. No predators, no prey, no people. Nothing but whatever was causing the disturbance. Was this somehow keeping him from feeling the signatures of others? No, he didn't see any animals, either. What did the fauna know that he didn't?
\tSomething felt off. This should have encouraged him to perhaps observe from afar and document as fully as he could when he got back but it did the opposite. He swooped down into the clearing next to a small outcropping and raised cliff half as tall as the trees around it. At the bottom there was a patch of tangled vines that were knotted and seemed to be humming. The purple seemed to be glowing with a gentle, pulsating light and the vines themselves were ever so subtly shifting.
\tIt was like something was alive underneath the tangle. At least that's what he assumed since that was the best theory for what was going on. Something had been snared in an active vine trap and the forest was dealing with it. There was some old myths about spirits in the Rockwood protecting the land from unwanted settlers so that would have explained the situation on its own even if it was mere legend. Not the sort of thing Tsuru believed in but there was some compelling evidence he'd heard from other rangers during his training.
\tThis was exactly the sort of thing that told him he needed to set up a camera with a satellite link and get out of there. Report findings, get some of the mana investigators on it to find out why the signature was so strong and why it was pulsating. His curiosity was strong but his duty took point so he quickly reached into his satchel and pulled out a camera. He daintily tiptoed around the pulsing mass of vines and found a nearby tree that had a branch low enough for him to use as an anchor.
\tHe strapped the camera to the trunk of the tree aiming directly at the vine mass and used the branch above it to keep its aim true. He turned it on and played with a few settings to connect it wirelessly before pressing record. That was all he needed to do, his job here was done for now.
\tAfter turning back to the clearing where he could get altitude to climb above the tree tops he stopped dead in his tracks. In front of him, protecting the glade atop the small cliff was what appeared to be a young adult ulokar. Smaller than the ones he'd seen in The Ranch's introduction page but definitely grown enough to be hormonal and thus territorial. He had three horns, one over either ear and one cresting his forehead ridge between his eyes indicating it was male.
\tOf course it was male. Females were protective and possessive but not territorial while the males were very aggressive when their territory was disturbed. He was growling while staring directly at Tsuru, fangs bared and hackles raised. This was not good for Tsuru because he had not been trained in how to best deal with ulokar since they were not native to the region. They were just his own little fantasy, not something he expected to see in Itanobel. All he knew for certain about experiencing ulokar in the wild was that they were territorial and aggressive.
\tThe exposed teeth, raised hackles, and intense stare confirmed that.
\tCould he have leapt away? Bounded through the trees to escape? Maybe. He also could have ended up breaking a wing if he did that. He was very nimble and capable of dancing in between the trunks but most of that was based on him coming in from above and already being at soaring speed. If he tried to do that while also gaining altitude it was very difficult to maneuver. The only way up was through the clearing which would have taken him within claw's length distance of the ulokar drake.
\tHe could have risked it, to see if maybe fleeing would startle the drake or maybe even convince him that Tsuru was not a threat. Of course he considered it but as he tried to take a step forward to test what would happen, the ulokar snarled and nearly leapt forward from atop the cliff. The beast had the high ground and the final option Tsuru had was a gemstone that could shock and temporarily incapacitate. It was an option but it did require getting close and he had no clue how they moved when hunting or in territorial battles so he had no way of knowing If that would put him in danger.
\tPlus he didn't want to risk harming the ulokar drake. He was in danger but still cared about not negatively impacting the environment. Even if the drake was not native to the region it was not his place to pass judgment. It put him in a compromised situation.
\tHe was about to just take the risk and bound for the skies when he realized that he had to do something to calm the beast. The hikers were not too far away and if they came in contact with the ulokar they could be in danger. Or the drake could be if they were also in possession of firearms for self defense. There were rules against that – no hunting in the Rockwood – but that didn't stop some people. Tsuru understood this, as self defense was the only excusable reason.
\tAs he weighed his options, remaining stiff on the other side of the clearing, Tsuru was able to gather some information about this ulokar and piece it together from what little he knew. First, he was clearly just being territorial. He wasn't hunting, or he would have attacked within a few seconds and likely wouldn't have been caught in the open in the first place. He wasn't trying to ward off Tsuru because he would have given chase. He was just standing his ground with threat displays.
\tThen Tsuru got the final piece to the puzzle. Though the angle was a challenge to overcome he could see under the drake's hindquarters a glistening purple mass of drooling flesh dripping onto the top of the rock. This ulokar was rutting and probably needed some form of release.
\tNaturally he did have to double-take and doubt himself with such an absurd assumption. He was horny for these beasts so part of him thought it to be logical that his mind might meander to that sort of kinky scenario but no, that wasn't a problem. In this moment he was not particularly aroused. He'd climaxed earlier so he wasn't pent up and he was in a dangerous position so he knew it would be foolish to indulge that part of him. Yet, despite not being in an ideal situation he couldn't help but squirm a bit at the thought.
\tIt was one of those awkward situations where every logical part of him knew what danger he was in but the faintest sliver wanted nothing more than to just brazenly offer himself to the ulokar.
\tHaving no other real options he took in a deep breath and tried to recall what few mating videos he'd seen, trying to draw upon the images of the in-season hens to see if he could maybe convince the ulokar he was a potential partner and not food or a threat. He was a cockatrice and therefore half dragon so there was a good chance his natural pheromones may be appealing. No guarantee.
\tHe gulped deeply and started shimmying his hips, allowing the satchel to fall to the ground behind him. The clank of the tools and potions inside startled the ulokar and coaxed a twitch and response from him. Could have been bad but wasn't.
\tMeasuring out the predator's responses, Tsuru could see that the ulokar was not reacting negatively. He seemed interested and the beast's cock was still hanging out, the resulting steam gently billowing out up either side of his flank. The beast had the high ground so Tsuru couldn't sample those scents but he imagined they were stark and intense. Sweet and acrid in equal measure. The thought of it made his own cock threaten to come out but he tried his best to keep that from happening for fear of his male scent triggering a territorial response from the ulokar.
\tTo his delight – and fear, as he wasn't sure if this was a good idea or not – the ulokar's expression softened and he hopped down from atop the cliff to land in the clearing a few meters away. His teeth were still showing and his hackles remained raised but he was no longer at full display. He sniffed the air and cautiously moved forward, growl-snapping once to test Tsuru.
\tFrozen in fear and panic, Tsuru realized he hadn't thought ahead. He didn't think he'd get this far. He assumed the drake would attack and he'd be forced to flee through the woods, leaving his satchel behind. But no, now he was expected to continue the courtship ritual so he had to pause for a moment to remember what came next. This few seconds of delay coaxed another growl and snap from the ulokar, which brought out Tsuru's submissive side.
\tHe lowered his gaze and averted his eyes while still trying his best to keep a side eye trained on the ulokar, scanning for any aggressive motions. He sensed a hint of caution and uncertainty so he figured it was as good a time as any to make the next move by turning around slowly with tail raised high and hips swaying. All he could do to alleviate the stress was gulp to himself as his tender tail hole was exposed to the beast, drooling tiny bits of lubricant from his morning with the toy.
\tThings could have gone extremely bad by this point. He could have been attacked, which could have been a problem. Though he was near his satchel and knew he could get the incapacitating gemstone if he needed to, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't suffer injuries before that happened. Luckily the drake seemed to be reading his body language correctly and was side-shuffling forward, expression waning and posture growing passive.
\tThe ulokar reached out with a single paw and laid it upon Tsuru's haunches, claws digging into his scales for a moment before being dragged across his rump. This made Tsuru flinch, as he felt the abrasions form instantly, but he could tell he was at the very least on the right path. Well, a better path than being attacked. Given that the beast was notably larger than Tsuru he was still in danger if he couldn't handle what the drake forced upon him.
\tHe had some experience with toys but that wasn't the same. He knew it wasn't the same and was under no delusions about it even if his mind was partially muddled under the promise of living out one of his fantasies. His mind was scrambled but his brain still worked and he knew he was still in danger.
\tIn an odd way, it actually made him hornier. Something about the danger element excited him. Maybe it was his arousal messing up his chemistry or maybe it was a kink he was learning about himself but in spite of the fact he was potentially in trouble he was more excited than he'd been since taking the job as a ranger. It helped that he had potions in his satchel to temporarily keep himself together if he got injured at least until he returned to the watchtower where he could call for help and use further first aid.
\tTsuru was taken aback when he felt a cold snout pressing up under his tail, wedged in between his rump cheeks and exhaling warm breath on his flesh in between drawn out sniffs of his scent. Part of him panicked; this could have been the death knell to his ruse but it seemed to make the ulokar even more excited. The beast's whiskers fluttered and his scales kept pulsing in waves down his underbelly. Tsuru wasn't well versed in ulokarian courtship rituals but this seemed like it was going well.
\tStill, 'well' could still end up poorly for Tsuru. His rump was trained but not prepared.
\tHe did the best he could to keep his chest low to the ground and his gaze fixed sidelong at the ulokar behind him. The image of the beast's cock poking out from between his hind legs was enough to at least temporarily wash all Tsuru's fears away. Perhaps that wasn't the best thought process but the moment he smelled that sweet musk he lost himself to the fantasy that was about to be made reality. He couldn't help but imagine that thick shaft plunging into him, the knot swelling, and his rump getting destroyed in the process. He may regret it but for now he was eager and willing.
\tAlmost subconsciously, he started a deep trill from deep within his gullet. He didn't usually make those noises and certainly wasn't going to risk speaking words just in case it startled the ulokar but he found it quite delightful. Like a crooning hen, he arched his back and kept his tail up while gently pushing back; that was a risk but it felt 'right' in context.
\tOnce more things may have gone sour but not this time. The gentle push back coaxed the ulokar's tongue from his maw to lap at and probe Tsuru's tail hole, soaking him in drake saliva, which was even more slick than the lube he used earlier. His deep trilling vocalizations nearly broke into a caw, which he had to stifle just in case.
\tHowever, the corvid sound he made, though brief, drew the ulokar's attention. The beast cocked his head to the side while keeping his snout pressed to the underside of tsuru's tail, huffing hot air onto the cockatrice's flesh. This made Tsuru shudder and nearly hump the air on the ulokar's ridged snout but he quickly halted that. He assumed at this point it was just a waiting game until the drake mounted.
\tNot much of a waiting game because mere seconds later, after another huff of a sniff, the ulokar reared up and grabbed Tsuru's haunches from either side, claws digging into his scales. The beast leaned town and actually bit down on Tsuru's spine between his wings, eager to find some loose flesh for grip as he sidled forward.
\tTsuru's heart was racing so much he felt like it would burst from his chest. Out of the corner of his eye he actually saw the throbbing purple nodules on the tangle of vines pulsing in unison with his heart. He was distracted and curious about what this meant but his attention was stolen right back by the ulokar, who began to buck and thrust into him.
\tThe beasts fluids sprayed in webs all over Tsuru's haunches, its silky mass hot to the touch. He felt the probing and plucking of the drake's barbed tip pressing up against his tailhole and pulling away for another attempt at finding the right angle. Those barbs were far more aggressive than the ones on his toy, as they actually tugged on his flesh like a cat tongue would. It worried him for a moment more but he had no time to rethink his choices when the ulokar bit down on his wing and wrapped both front paws around his haunches.
\tThis was it. There was no getting away now. The bite on his wing shoulder was excruciating but the adrenaline of having the beast bucking and thrusting into him with cock slapping on his haunches lessened the sensations. It hurt but it also felt kinda good. Less like pain and more like intense pleasure. Another example of him potentially unlocking a new kink. He did like electric stimulation and that was said to hurt those who weren't into it in particular so it made sense he might like aggressive sex, too.
\tHe quickly got his answer as the ulokar finally found his leverage and got the right angle. He thrust, he slapped his cock against Tsuru's haunches and rump, and kept spewing musky mess all over the cockatrice's hindquarters before that barbed tip found its goal, forcing itself through Tsuru's tender hole. Instantly, the moment the beast felt flesh snugly smothering his cock tip, he slammed his entire body mass forward and plowed through Tsuru's rump with no hesitation.
\tEvery ridge, every barb, and every knot lobe passed through Tsuru's tail hole with ease, pushing through his guts and rearranging his insides in a straight, cock-shaped line. There was a spattering and deep churning as the fluids inside mixed with the flooding mess coming from the beast's cock, bubbles and streams escaping where their flesh met to dribble down Tsuru's taint. The goopy mess coated his slit, the warmth of it coaxing his cock from its depths against his will.
\tHe blushed as he whimpered to himself, conflicted over the situation. He was shocked that the initial penetration didn't hurt as much as he thought and that gave him a sense of self confidence, yet on the other wing the fear of his cock emerging and ruining the situation made him scared. Plus the pain of his wing being chomped down on and used for leverage was something he may not have been fully experiencing at the time but he knew it was going to hurt in the morning.
\tStill, he couldn't help but push back, to try his best to press his rump to the ulokar's sheath. He could distinctly feel the 'sharpness' of the barbs tickling his belly from the inside but he loved it. The ridges were firm and aggressive but they were massaging him just right. The knot was snug but comfortable, resting just inside him enough that he could clench around it and hold it in place even as the ulokar shifted atop him. The sensations of the thick member rolling and tugging and pushing in with every movement made Tsuru's toes curl in the dirt and the borderline shame he felt over being used by a beast made him cover his face with his front talons.
\tHe loved it but was a little disappointed. He thought with all the warnings and the research he'd done that males were excessively aggressive, their cocks borderline painful to handle. But no, it was cumbersome but comfortable. Intense but not painful. At least that's how it felt at first.
\tTsuru failed to properly anticipate how things worked on the inside. Right as he got comfortable and allowed his cock to slip out from its confines fully, the tie began starting at the base. The ulokar's knot swelled inside him, doubling and then tripling in girth inside hin, the rock-hard firmness of the flesh wedging itself beyond his hip bones to ensure there was no way it'd come out. That part added a bunch of pressure but still was pleasant, as the girth of it pressed down against his inner parts to milk him a bit, forcing his own cock to leak.
\tBut that wasn't the end of it. He thought the knot would swell and that would be it but that was only the beginning. The inflation of the beast's member proceeded down the shaft's length, expanding the ridges and making them extend forward one at a time, each popping lurch forcing the tip to get forced forward a bit more. A half dozen sudden and intense lurches proceeded until Tsuru's passage was so swollen with drake flesh that he was having trouble breathing.
\tThis crossed his eyes and made him whimper, this time at least partially in discomfort. The heat of the ulokar's flesh made him melt but the firmness of it was proving to be a bit more than he could handle comfortably. And yet, despite being overwhelmed by the sensations he loved it. The tender soreness that came from the firm ridges caressing his walls in waves and the tickling of the barbs deep inside were both the sort of feeling he'd fantasized about but was worried about experiencing. The swell of the knot in particular felt like the sort of thing he'd have no ability to resist, as it was so firm and it was wider inside him that it ever could have been had it been swollen and pushed in.
\tIt was nothing like his toys, which were uniform in girth. He couldn't even compare it to the inflatable plug he had because this was rock hard, forcing his insides to conform to its shape instead of filling the cavity like the inflatable. There was a world of difference between a toy that was meant to conform to its user and a beast that cared not for the comfort of his partner.
\tThen it started. Once the knot was fully formed and the member's length had fully extended, the thrusting began. Like he'd been told, the knot didn't move, only shifting ever so slightly against his prostate and other organs inside while the ridged shaft swelled and constricted, forcing the head to thrust forward and back. Each and every thrust churned the fluids inside him loud enough he could actually hear it through his abdominal wall The sensation of that mixed with the rough grinding of drake cock against his more tender booty flesh made him trill excitedly, head thrown back.
\tHis cock was getting milked without him even touching it, the knot swelling outside its slit and the tip nearing dipping into the puddle it was forming between his hind legs. Tsuru didn't even notice the firm clenching bite of the ulokar jaws on his wing shoulder, he felt only the pressure under his tail and the churning thrusts of the cock's length extending and retracting in slow, controlled motions.
\tSensations that were unlike anything he'd ever felt before. It reminded him of the handful of times he bounced with full bodied thrusts on his biggest toys after hours of building up to it, with the knots and ridges coursing through him and feeling like they were tugging him from inside only to be stuffed back in. Except the body heat of the beast amplified it all, the thrusting was deeper than he'd go willingly, and the knot was so big it made him feel like he was carrying an egg three sized larger than his body could handle.
\tWith crossed eyes and flushed feathers he melted under the relentless assault of the ulokar's rut, losing himself to the friction of the beast's cock plowing through him. The unique sensations felt so disparate, since the knot stayed in place while the head thrust in and out of him. It felt surreal, so much so he started to drift into a half-conscious state of mind where he no longer existed, he was not Tsuru the cockatrice ranger, he was just meat for the drake's needs. He wanted to roar and caw and claw at the ground but just moaned and tried to cover his face as his very self was lost to the mating ritual of the ulokar. His body grew tender even beyond his rump, like a fever dream mixed with permeating tingles.
\tHe couldn't imagine anything else and he lost track of time, unsure if he'd been there for minutes or hours. Despite himself he lacked the ability to reason through the events up until the Ulokar finally released his grip from Tsuru's wing, hopping over and going rump to rump as the cockatrice's depths slowly swelled with a torrent of drake seed.
\tAgain he could feel the churn as the creamy mass erupted from the ulokar's shaft. There was no more thrusting, only swelling as he was inflated with the beast's essence. He was properly seeded, and would have felt the pressure build but the mess just coursed through him in reverse. He couldn't be sure about just how deep it got but at one point he even felt like he had to stifle a gag as the sensation reached the back of his mouth. It might have just been abdominal pressure or maybe he was so overloaded with ulokarian cum that he needed to spew it out the other end.
\tWhat seemed like hours passed with the two of them facing away from each other, rump to rump in the clearing next to the tangle of vines. Then, with almost no warning, the ulokar's knot popped out of Tsuru with a torrential gush of creamy white that splashed on the ground next to the vines. The ulokar stepped away, the entire length of his member lurching out of Tsuru one ridge at a time, then he let his girth escape and swing between his legs, mess getting everywhere.
\tThe beast looked back at Tsuru and looked like it was about to snarl or hiss again, the rut having completed, but he didn't. Tsuru considered crawling over to use his tongue to clean the ulokar but the drake leapt away and climbed the cliff without giving him a second look.
\tTsuru was left in a puddle of his own milked seed and the mess that was oozing out of him deposited by the feral ulokar. When he looked down he noticed that the cum was being absorbed by an extended vine that was sucking it up like a straw. This was peculiar but he needed to get back to the watchtower to report this.
\tNot the part where he got mounted by a wild ulokar but the presence of the drake and the existence of the throbbing mass of vines that were messing with his ability to scan. Right as he hobbled over on weakened legs to slip back into his satchel he noticed that his camera had been filming the entire time and that the angle may have actually captured a good shot.
\tAdrenaline surged through him as he realized just what happened and what this could have meant. His wing was sore and he knew it'd actively be hurt in the morning but it wasn't broken so he was able to fly on it. Once he had his equipment back on, he did all he could to fly back to the watchtower, knowing all the while that he had some lovely video to scour and maybe delete from the server. His report would be thorough but he didn't need to share that part.
\tThis little encounter was something he'd prefer to keep to himself.