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I've been waiting entirely too long to play with myself as a biped! I do generally prefer being quadruped but I've wanted to fool around as an anthro for years! As in, I was supposed to get an anthro ref sheet before I ever got my quadruped one but the artist kinda disappeared, sadly.
I was seriously considering just...not writing anything for this. Maybe doing a bit of lore, explain how I shift from biped to quad and back again, maybe explore some of my relationships, but I decided agaisnt it. Instead, I just wanted to do some random self-indulgence.
In this story, I Wake up from an evening nap to see that the night has just begun. So, now that I'm up, I figure I might as well make the most of it! I have some kinky endo fun with my snake mate then go to The Ranch to have some fun with both male and female variants of Oceris!
Lots of kinky stuff here, which makes me kinda sad that nobody will read it since the image header is a SFW image. Still, anyone who DOES read it will have a good time! Sometimes I just need to fuck around and find out. 10k words in like 4 hours is damn good if you ask me!
IT was also meant as a single chapter story but as always, only two of the three planned scenes fit in FA's word limit. Alas, win some, win some harder! I see that as a win! Now I can do a sequel if more variants of the art ever come to be!
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A Night in the Life
\tI yawned heavily while I stretched, beak agape and gullet open right down to the crop in my throat. Before I closed my maw, I rolled my chin and got my jaw to crack a bit, relieving a bit of the tension that had grown in my nap. There was more tension in my back where my wings met my shoulders so I tensed my belly to get into a sitting position, flaring out my wings as wide as I could.
\tThere was a heavy log of golden brown scales draped over my lap, pinning me down. While sitting, part of my mate Leera bent and coiled around my backside, her head pressing up against my hip to slither its way onto my lap. She was much bigger than me today, with a head half the size of my torso. Some days she was tiny, enough to fit in the palm of my hand, while other days she was so big her body was bigger around than I was at the shoulders. Today she was somewhere in the middle.
\tShe flicked her tongue at me, the forked tip tickling the fur on my lower belly just above the plump black mound of flesh between my legs. Yeah, morning wood, in a manner of speaking. Big meaty equine clit threatened to push through the lips as my natural fluids oozed down the slit. Leera's tongue flicked again, well aware of how aroused my dream had made me.
\tIt was evening. The sun was quickly diving beyond the horizon. I'd gone for a bit of an afternoon nap and was just waking up as dusk fell. The deep orange, dark blue, and stark black of the sky pierced through a light cloud cover and was dotted with the emergence of stars, a beautiful image to wake up to. Not as pretty as the rippling waves that passed down my snake partner's scaled body. She was giving me a subtle squeeze around my belly as she nuzzled her snout around her body and between my legs.
\t“Oh, it's gonna be like that?” I chuckled as I stroked her atop the head and down her spine. I loved the sensation of her muscles twitching under my fingertips. I knew what she wanted so I laid back, wiggling my hips to encourage her to loosen up her grip a bit but it didn't work; instead, she thew a few more loops up between my wings and downy pillow, keeping me somewhat erect in the nest.
\tShe flicked her tongue once more to tickle my plump lips, face obscured by a coil so I couldn't catch her gaze. With a portion of her body draped over my lap I didn't get to watch as she nuzzled into me, twisting and rocking back and forth while pushing hard. Leera knew my limits and we could feel each other's emotions so she knew if she was pushing too hard she was to stop. I don't know if it was possible for her to push too hard, given my malleability.
\tStill, I couldn't help but relax and lean back onto her pile of coils as she forced her snout into me. I tried to wedge my fingertips in between her body on my lap and my belly so I could rub myself a bit and help her out but she constricted harder when I did that. I guess she wanted to have control so I let her have it. I relaxed a bit and widened my stance a bit, parting my legs to ensure my hips gave her no resistance.
\tThe sensation of her snout rubbing and grinding against my tender lips felt wonderful, especially when part of her lips nuzzled the underside of my clit. The sharp pleasure made me chirp to myself, a heavy breath filling my chest as I did my best to relax and not curl my toe claws into any part of her. She filled much of the bed, given her size, so there were few places I could knead without plucking a scale or two with my toe talons.
\tI did my best to let her have control but the pleasure that came with her snout gradually widening my flesh while she rocked and from side to side coaxed out the part of me that wanted – nay, needed – more. I reached around her thick body to slip my hand up by her cheek, where I wedged my fingertips between her scales and my lips, eager to pry myself to the side. Not a gape, but a spread. I wanted to ensure her bumpy, reptilian scales only touched my inner red, not the black on the outside. Less friction if she only touched the best lubed part of me. No chance of anything getting caught.
\tShe squeezed me again in protest but relaxed her grip when she realized what I was doing. She loosened up enough that I was able to force both my hands underneath her coil, tight against my belly and hips. This gave me enough leverage to use my fingertips to part both lips while my thumbs teased my clit, making my loins tense up in delight.
\tAgain, she constricted me as she felt my passage tense around her snout. She knew if I got too aroused she wouldn't make progress and we both knew that it was a lot more fun when she got to leave me sloppy. Hard to do that if I didn't let her in, so I relaxed as best I could and took deep breaths to ensure I didn't clench up.
\tLeera knew me well. The moment she felt my pelvic floor relax, she tensed much of her body up for leverage and forced herself in. I curled my toes into her as I felt the girth of her head part my vulva and stretch my passage with ease. I was soaking wet with arousal at the lingering thoughts from my nap dream and the physical sensations of her scaled features grinding against my walls helped a lot. I widened my stance farther, deliberately lowering myself to push back as her body slithered against mine, her muscled neck and spine moving in silky motions to force herself deeper.
\tSlowly but surely my lips swallowed her, the thick vulva first parting over her snout, passing down her muzzle, smothering her eyes, and getting stuck at the bulbous mounds of jaw muscles at the base of her cheek. It was like a knot, one that took some extra work to pop in. She rocked from side to side, the scales of her cheeks and the throbbing pulsation of her chin rolling in waves as her tongue extended and probed my depths.
\tI felt every last bit. Given her size and my malleability – a trait I got from her – my flesh ended up visibly distended in my lower belly as her head entered me fully, the final lurch making my eyes cross as my pussy lips passed over her jaw muscles and clenched around her neck, holding her in place. Even with part of her body laid over my lap I could see the distinct snake-snout shaped bulge pressing out against my lower abdominal wall. Then, much to my delight, she constricted me again, this time deliberately pressing down against my pelvic mound.
\tThis forced my most sensitive, aggressively textured parts along the roof of my passage, to grind down against the top of her head inside me. This amplified my pleasure tenfold, giving me an equally intense near-climax as I got from rubbing and plucking my tender clit.
\tWith her head fully inside me, the pressure building as I couldn't help but clench and constrict around her, she started to make a slithering motion, grinding scales against my walls and tickling my lips as she did so; she was barely moving at all, as my opening was tight around her neck, but that didn't stop her from twisting and trying to push in deeper.
\tAt first she was just sensually slithering in place, twisting and curling in serpentine motions to tug on my flesh and tease my clit with her spine, but she knew I could handle more so she uncurled much of her body from under me and over my belly to form a distinct figure eight of coils around both my ankles. Not only did this keep my legs parted so my hips didn't constrain her, but it gave her leverage as she forced herself in deeper.
\tI was left on my back with both legs up in her coils like I as in stirrups, pussy exposed and distended wide enough to fit more than the girth of my own thigh. Her head was inside me, a bulge in my belly that I could only press my hands against to amplify the sensations. The pressure of her snout teasing the entrance to my womb may have been uncomfortable if it wasn't something I'd grown used to. I was fantasizing about what came next when I felt her throat pulsate and her tongue poke through my cervix, loosening me up a bit.
\tAll I could do was grab the edge of the bed and snarl at myself, beak partially agape in an avian hiss while we pushed into one another. She pushed into me and I resisted her as best I could. Then, with another lurch I felt her snout breach my cervix and her snout invade my womb. My eyes rolled back, my beak chattered against itself, and I grunted with a hint of a whimper as the pressure amplified.
\tThe moment she breached my womb she pulled right back out so that the bulge of her jaw muscles was tugging on my lips from the inside only to thrust in again, every scale of hers passing over every ripple of flesh inside me. She pumped in and out like a snake striking, slamming her snout into my depths as hard as she could go while churning my insides with no remorse. In and out she went, tugging on my flesh and punching it back in with every one of her incredibly strong muscles.
\tShe kept at this for what was probably only a few seconds but the friction that came from a head half the size of my torso thrusting into me like an eager stallion against my malleable yet distended flesh meant that every motion felt like so much more than a single thrust. The intensity of it made me extra tender as her battering weakened my pelvic walls and the moment I tried to clench around her but failed, she stopped. It was clear my insides were battered and weakened.
\tSo she twisted and then hooked her neck inside me, pressing her snout aggressively against my belly, then she spun around in a death roll inside to completely swap around. I could feel the fluids between us churning and gurgling as it passed between her scales and my walls. She was going for my second cervix, the one that led to my tail's passage.
\tMy tail maw also led to my womb. The main difference being that my tail's jaws were lined with barb-like teeth that could suck people and objects into me. IT was an adaptation I picked up, once again inspired by Leera's serpentine form. I may have been avian and feline on the outside but I had a lot of snake and equine inside me. In both literal and figurative ways.
\tLeera hooked her neck on my pelvic floor between the two cervixes of my womb, anchoring herself there while her snout probed at the base of my tail from the inside. She then tightly tensed her muscles in waves to propel her forward, the pattern ensuring that her head slid through my tail, forcing it to bulge to a dozen times its normal girth while pulling the rest of herself into me as it went.
\tShe slithered through me, head first and into my pussy only to then turn around inside me and slither back out of me, using my tail as a rear exist. Every single scale of hers, amplified by the rippling of muscle underneath, passed by my plump lips, down my canal, through both cervixes, then out my tail passage. The bulge of her was pleasant enough but the sensation of her every bump and ridge forcing itself through me brought me to a climax that didn't cease until the last of her tail entered me.
\tI watched closely, barely able to focus due to the rolling of my eyes due to the pleasure, as the bulge of her head shape passed by my belly, swelled in the base of my tail, then made its way all the way to my tail's maw. There, each of my three tail jaws was forced open to reveal her snout poking out, tongue flicking on the bed next to her body.
\tIn the heat of the moment I reached out to grab her head through the bulge at the end of my tail and brought her snout up to my beak, where I wedged my beak into her lips, parting her jaws as more of her emerge from my tail maw.
\tWe embraced with her snake mouth wrapped around the entirety of my head, my beak lodged somewhere deep in the back of her throat. My hands cradled her soaking wet cheek muscles to hold her in place as more and more of her disappeared into my pussy an then came out my tail.
\tThe longer this went on the more my pleasure began to dissipate. As her thickest parts made it through I got one final climax followed by a relaxing release of pressure as her tail finally disappeared into me. I playfully tried to grab her tail tip before it passed between my lips – I was going to stroke it like it was my own cock – but she could tell I'd plateaued and fallen off already and she was ready to finish up. I always respected that part of her.
\tIn one final lurch the last of her passed out my tail maw with an audible belch as air escaped both ends of me. This left me loose, sloppy, and weak everywhere from my womb to my toes.
\tLeera widened her maw to let me go, her rows of needlepoint teeth plucking the feathers of my cheeks while she adjusted her jaw. She winked at me and pressed her lips to the side of my beak with a gentle boop of a kiss. “Have fun?” She asked.
\t“Always.” I said with an extended sigh as I fell back, chest heaving. My legs were still spread wide and my pussy remained swollen as it slowly sealed back up. That was one good thing about being malleable, even after such a thorough and deep ravaging I was able to get back to my natural state pretty quickly. It required some concentration and was at the expense of some bio-magic but it was worth it. The thought of having my womb fall out was fun but not ideal for public exposure.
\tOnce I was certain she was done and I was satisfied, I finally rolled over and laid my paws on the soft, gnarled wood of my nest room's floor and curled my claws into it. I offered her one last stroke down her head and neck then got up and stretched once more, wings and arms included. “You sure you don't want to come with me?” I asked.
\tShe shook her head. “Not tonight.” She said with a soft voice.
\tLeera rarely wanted to go out and I definitely understood that. Sometimes I liked company, sometimes I preferred to be alone. Sometimes I loved to be the center of attention. On this night I didn't know what I wanted so I appreciated that she let me figure it out on my own. I nodded, cradled her cheek, pecked her on the forehead, and then headed out onto the balcony into the night air.
\tThe sun had fully crested the horizon now, leaving only wispy strands of pink and orange near the edge of the sky. The moons were all out, the stars were bright, and I had a whole night ahead of me. We shared one final glance and nod before I leapt over the wooden railing and into the skies.
\tWe lived in a cliffside cave home lined by the wood of vine-like trees. She liked it for the geothermal activity and I loved it for the fact that our front door was fifty meters up a cliff so I could overlook the Vast Emerald Wood to the north. From this high up I could even see the faintest hint of the glow of Great Sapphire Lake.
\tIt was a wonderful place to live. South of home was Klyneth. A vast city that housed millions of people, many of which were my friends.
\tAs I fell down the cliff side, I spread my wings to catch a light updraft that let me skim just above the treetops with ease. It was night, so there were no thermals to keep me buoyed – thermals are hot pockets of air that rise when sunlight hits reflective surfaces, making it easier to fly – but I was able to keep myself aloft with the help of some elemental magic.
\tI kept my wings spread wide and my hands close to my side, minimizing any aerodynamic resistance as I glided over the radiant glow of the woods. The Vast Emerald Wood and Great Sapphire Lake were both wrapped around the Cradle of Dalon, a region that was permeated with ademane in all its forms, hence the subtle green and blue glow. The cradle, a mountain range to the west, was laced with ademane crystal, the lake was filled with liquid ademane, and the forest was blanketed in ademane mist. All of these areas were protected by that magical trifecta, ensuring they were not harmed.
\tThe people of Saff'Rald had a tenuous relationship with the 'spirits' of the region. The magical power could easily wipe out any and all who dared disrespect the land, so the people of Saff'Rald only visited the woods and lake, never settling there. The edge of the forest, however, was lined with dozens of towns, cities, and other establishments. As was tradition. People would strive to get as close to the resources as possible and the region was rich with resources.
\tThat wasn't really my concern. I still felt a tingle in my loins that permeated my pelvic region and coursed all the way through my tail. I needed to take care of that. To be clear this may have been hormonal or maybe I was just in a mood, but whatever the case I could tell this was going to be one night I was going to make a lot of people happy.
\tAs I flew over the tree tops, I banked to head south along the rocky area of the Vast Emerald Wood. I could see a familiar image in the distance with my keen, augmented eyes. It was a rocky, elevated region that looked like the remnants of a blown out volcano, with glowing teal around the rim of the cliffs that surrounded it all. That was Ilorek's Ranch. He settled there around the same time I settled in my cliff-facing home with Leera.
\tThe Ranch was a bit of a kinky beasty brothel of sorts. Since Ilorek and his wife were certified psychics, they were able to discern desire and consent from our feral brethren, bypassing the main snag when it came to non-sentient kink. As a result they collected ferals from around the world that were known to be eager to pair up with agens (sentient folk), thus fulfilling wild desires.
\tI was in a bit of a mood so I flapped harder and banked in midair once I got close, dive-bombing the edge of the volcanic rim next to a glowing gemstone, where I perched overlooking the Ranch. The entire establishment was the size of a village on its own, larger than most theme or amusement parks, and it rested entirely within the crater of the volcanic plateau. In the center was the ranch house itself and a series of six barns, one for each region that surrounded the central fields.
\tThe concept behind The Ranch was that there were a half dozen different pastures, each focused on a different group of ferals. There was a field of horses, a field for the ulokar that was partially in a wooded area, an area that was almost entirely in the woods for the canines, a field-like savannah for the felines, and two aeries enclosed on the top for the dragons and gryphons. There were also a few smaller areas cordoned off for guests or temporary attractions but they were rarely used.
\tGuests were allowed to visit and approach the beasts with lewd intent, with each different species a different level of challenge. Each region had a dedicated psychic to scan for potential distress to ensure nothing was ever forced. This meant anyone could visit, take a potion to ensure their body was able to handle whatever came their way, and could experiment with any of the beasts that would have them. A beasty brothel, but one where consent was paramount.
\tI was so glad to see they made that work. There's a lot of very reasonable concern over something like that. Still, who didn't have a craving for horse cock from time to time. I certainly did. That's why I was there, perched on the tallest peaks of the volcanic rim that surrounded The Ranch.
\tFrom there I could see each of the lit up fences, showing the boundaries between each region. Closest to me was the ulokarian pasture, the one that was half open field and half lost to the woods. I knew what I wanted to do – and knew I was permitted since Ilorek was a friend of mine – I just didn't know what was best for me. There were pros and cons to each one.
\tDid I want to get a big, thick knot from one of the wolves? Those canines were huge and getting tied by one of them would keep us cuddling all night. That'd be fun. Did I want to be ravaged by a stallion? Brisk but intense! Or did I want the unique intensity of a ulokar, which could be rougher than a stallion and last longer than a wolf if he was in the mood? I had options, I just didn't know what direction I Wanted to go.
\tEventually I settled on heading down to the horse pasture. I wasn't entirely sure what I wanted to do this evening but I did know I wanted to keep my options open and both the canines and ulokar would tie me down potentially until morning. I could also have visited the dragon or gryphon aeries but that would require special permission and I preferred to keep to myself.
\tSo I spread my wings and leapt off the rocky ride to sweep down over the curved, volcanic walls, eventually gliding over the ulokar pasture and eventually landing on the peak of the barn in the middle of the horse field. I really liked how Ilorek had set things up here, since the barn had awnings on three out of four of the walls of the barn, allowing the horses and clients to get in outside stalls if it was raining out. They could also go in at will but a lot of the fantasy of being with a beast was the feeling of being out in nature so most remained in the field.
\tI glanced around to make sure I saw no horses I'd spook before leaping off the barn's roof, landing in front of the one wall of the building that didn't have an awning covering. There were no horses in the immediate vicinity and as such, no other clients. I was completely alone, illuminated only by the light shining down at me from the peak of the barn.
\tAt least that's what I thought. As I peeked around the side of the barn to the outside stalls I was greeted by the most glorious image I'd seen since I nodded sensually to my serpent lover like fifteen minutes prior. Okay, so I love beautiful images. Tease me if you must.
\tIt was Ocerre. A glorious, massive hippogryph. One I'd grown fond of over the years. They were so large that I had to stand on a bucket just for my beak to nuzzle under their tail. Their fur was a deep, chocolate brown with black highlights and golden tips along the mane, tail, and feathering aroudn the ankle. Their head was currently avian and they had a mane of plumage on their shoulders and powerful neck. I use those pronouns because this particular hippogryph was a feral shifter.
\tSometimes Ocerre would be a mare, and we'd call her oceras. Sometimes he'd be a stallion and we'd call him oceris. Sometimes he had wings, sometimes she didn't. Sometimes they were a horse, and sometimes they were a gryphon, and sometimes they were a hippogryph in between. Any time I met Ocerre – their name when we didn't know what part of the gender spectrum they fell on at any given time – it was a lottery to know what mix and match of elements they'd bring to the party.
\tAs I got closer to them, they swished their tail to the side and I could see that on this evening they were Oceras. A mare. A meaty, thick-bodied hippogryph mare with pussy lips so plump they were practically begging for attention.
\tI pressed my chest to her flank and started stroking her mane while I used my beak to preen the feathers around her neck and shoulders. I knew she was amicable to my touch but it was important to build a bit of rapport before making a move. “Hey girl, how are you doing tonight? Anyone help you out with those needs of yours yet?”
\tShe tossed her head back to throw her golden-tipped mane around before curling around to nuzzle my side with her beak. That tickled a bit so I had to resist reacting with any startling behaviour. As she preened me and prodded me with that massive curved beak of hers I couldn't help but get a glance of her partially gaped gullet. To be honest, if not for the effort it took to transform away my wings for the evening I'd seriously have considered offering myself as a meal to her. A beak like that was sure to be soft on the inside and her incredibly strong, well-muscled neck would have been quite snug to pass through.
\tBut no, I opted to not go that route. I came to the horse pasture specifically because I didn't want to limit myself for the rest of the evening. I wanted to have some more fun when we were done and if I was going to be tied up with the canine or ulokar of The Ranch I certainly wasn't going to be able to go anywhere if I was stuck in a hippgryph belly. At least not until she was done with me and I passed under that tail the following day.
\tLots of fun things could happen but it looked like that mare pussy needed my attention. So, after she finished nuzzling and raking her beak through my chest plumage I slid down her flank, sure to keep my hands in contact with her. She and I had a good rapport but it was never safe to go to the back end of any quadruped without them being explicitly aware of your presence. That's how you get kicked whether you're brushing them or burying beak under their tail.
\tThe latter was my goal. But as I said, she was much larger than me so I needed to find something to stand on to even reach. Nearby there were buckets, crates, and a single rectangular bale of hay, so I grabbed it using my tail and pulled it over to behind Oceras. She glanced back over her shoulder and trill-neighed at me with a gaping grin, instinctively lifting her tail to expose her glistening chestnut lips. She's grown visibly aroused since I'd caught a peek when she exposed herself. She knew me well, and I knew her just as well.
\t“Good girl.” I said, cooing at her as I stepped up onto the bale of hay behind her and pressed my cheek to her rump. My hands were both on her hips, lightly teasing and scritching her on either side of the base of her tail. She had already hoisted it up but the more I scritched the more she lifted that tail of hers, exposing her plump donut-shaped pucker and pouty, tender mare lips right at face height.
\tIt was a buffet of hippogryph meat and I genuinely had no idea what I wanted to do first. In the heat of the moment I couldn't decide between burying my beak between her lips or nuzzling into that rump of hers. I'd done both in the past, I knew she was into both. However, my decision was made when I thought about it for more than a second.
\tRegardless of how well groomed the beasts at The Ranch were, you never went ass first. Maybe if you were with a friend who knew to clean after but never with ferals. That solved my issue for me even before her massive, fist-sized clit winked and she spewed some creamy fluid down my chest plumage. “Oh. Well, someone's impatient.” I said as I collected some of the mess from my feathers and smeared it all over my beak.
\tThe intensity of the scent right by my nostrils made me whimper. And it was sticking to my beak, not going away any time soon. It was situations like this that made me occasionally wish I'd kept a cock from time to time. I could do it – I had the ability – but that sort of transformative magic was exhausting in the heat of the moment. For this evening I'd be slit and rump.
\tIn spite of my lack of member I still had the means to take care of this needy hippogryph mare. My hands and forearms were soft but lined by broad scales that were like ridges on a cock, accented by texture from fingertips right to the elbow where my feathers took over. And my forearms were pretty thick and muscular, too; not as well toned as Leera's body but still pretty good.
\tSo I brought a hand up to cup her clit in my palm, squeezing it and gently tugging while my other hand caressed the inside of her rump cheek. Yeah, I was teasing her a bit. I could have just pried her lips apart and buried my fingers in her but the longer I made her wait for that the more wet she'd be. The more anticipation built up, the more lubricant she'd leak. Any good partner knew the importance of foreplay and it was just as true with beasts. Maybe even more so since you really wanted to make sure they were into what you were offering without vocal confirmation.
\tThe entire time I caressed her rump cheek and rubbed her clit in circles, she kept that tail hiked up high and her stance wide with an arched lower back. It couldn't be more clear this was exciting to her as it was to me. Because of that I had a hard time holding back but I did my best. After a short while I pressed against either of her rump cheeks with my thumbs teasing the upper ridge of her folds, symmetrical on both sides. I gently pried at her flesh, parting her lips to expose the deep pink inside.
\tShe gaped right open all the way to her womb. That's how you knew she was eager to be stuffed. A hippogryph will relax her loins so much that the slightest tug will open her up, indicating she would give no resistance to whatever plunged into her. The lights were at an awkward angle so I couldn't see inside her but I could see the glistening of her walls, showing just how soaked she was. As she breathed, her flesh relaxed and constricted subtly, sucking in air and easing it out with a guttural whorl, her scent washing over me as her clit winked and spewed another spurt of her fluids on me.
\tYet still I managed to hold back. For a few seconds. Once the warmth of her aroma coated my feathers I was lost. With my thumbs buried into her folds to part her lips, I leaned into her and buried my muzzle in her slit, sealing off the entrance while bobbing my head and caressing the roof of her passage with the crest of my beak. I knew she would have preferred the floor, as that's where the mass of erect inner clitoral tissue passed by her vaginal wall, but this would have to do for now. For now.
\tOne thing anyone who'd been with a hippogryph would tell you is that the unique hybrid of equine and gryphon scent would drive anyone mad. The sweetness and earthiness of the two mixed made a pheromone musk that drove me wild every time. So much so that it was only a few moments of me bobbing my beak into her folds before I started really leaning into her in an effort to see if her flesh would pass over my head and wrap around my neck. The fantasy was there, but she wasn't that loose. She was certainly relaxed and eager to take in what I had to offer but my head was a bit too big.
\tWithout loosening her up a bit more. After I'd sampled the taste she leaked from her silken walls, I pulled out and left her gaping for a moment while I tentatively slipped a hand into her. Oceras's flesh swallowed me to the wrist with almost no resistance. Her walls relaxed and her passage practically opened up to invite me in the moment my fingers passed her lips. She wanted to be bred, to be mated and stuffed full; her insides were expanding with such ease it practically sucked me in the moment her vulva formed a seal around my forearm.
\tAt first I was gentle. You always gotta start gentle. You never want to just dive right in to the main event. Even with a horny, needy, demanding beast practically swallowing your arm, you have to ease into it. So I tried my best to not just plunge my second hand in and see how much she could take. Instead, I balled up my fist inside her and started rolling my wrist to make my hand grind against her walls in circular motions. I was extra careful to apply a bit of extra pressure when my knuckles passed over the spongy, firm tissue lining the floor of her canal.
\tI could tell I hit the button just right because immediately after my first pass, she grunted and pushed back into me, nearly knocking me off the bale of hay in the process. Her clit throbbed and her lips folded out, winking and spurting some of her fluids directly at my neck and shoulders. The more I pumped in and out of her, the more I stirred up her loins and the more her natural lubricant began to lather around me, my fist churning the fluid and flesh around me. Deeper and deeper I went until I felt her velvety vulva clenching around my elbow, tickling the feathers of my bicep.
\tIt would not be ideal to try to go deeper. I could, but the texture of fur or feathers trying to slip past flesh wasn't really ideal. The soft, velvety texture of my avian forearms on the other hand was damn near perfect. So when I started pumping in and out with deep thrust that took my fists to just inside her to as deep as I could go, she started finally clenching around me like she thought I was a stallion she needed to milk.
\tHer walls collapsed around her, the muscles constricting around me and nearly pushing me out of her. What little air was inside her got squeezed out with a spattering of that and fluids as her lips resonated with the sexy yet nearly comical sound of her flesh slapping against my forearm. The more she clenched, the more effort I put into thrusting into her; I wanted to imitate a stallion, since that was what she instinctively needed. That meant my fist acted like a flare as it pounded her depths, coursing through her passage and massaging her as aggressively as I could get away with
\tThe scents of her flesh and fluids overwhelmed me and grew more intense with each passing moment. The sensation of her flesh clenching and shuddering as it gave way to my punching thrusts reminded me of Leera when she got adventurous with me, and the grunting mixed with subtle chirping coming from her other end was a turn on that wasn't easy to explain.
\tJust pure, carnal, feral lust that had no shame or restraint. So if she wasn't gonna hold back, why should I? In between one of my thrusts, as I pulled my clenched fist almost out of her so that the bulge of my knuckles tugged on her vulva from inside her tender folds, I brought my other hand that I'd been using to idly rub myself up to slip my fingers next to my wrist. I had to pause my thrusts for a moment to make sure I had the right angle, which damn near made her back over me with demanding need.
\t“Hold on there, girl.” I cooed at her as eased back into her, my second hand joining my first beyond her lips, the chestnut brown of her vulva wrapped tight and distended around both of my stark black forearm flesh. The meat of her loins, rump, and everything in between shifted every time I moved, tensing up and relaxing in time with her occasional clitoral winks. The best was when she clenched down and tried to push, resisting the assault of my fists, when the red of her walls started to push out between her lips, tugged by the texture on my arms.
\tI loved that part so much. I loved every bit of it, to be honest. The carnal, bestial lust that came from her throat in the forms of grunts and chirps mixed with the expert clenching and massaging of my twin fists as I pumped them both in and out of her both alternately and in unison was so perfectly balanced. I knew she was loving it, I knew I was lost in her flesh, and the more effort I put into pounding her depths the messier we both got. In time I was soaked from the chin to the groin, as her winking clit kept squeezing out spurts of fluid I'd churned inside her.
\tIt was truly lovely. Hippogryph mares were easy to please, sure, but I still took a special pride in making them walk funny and beg for more so I kept at it. I intertwined both my fists as one, locking fingers as I punched with both arms at the same time. When her muscular contractions grew weak and she started to raise a hind leg to show a hint of discomfort I slowed down, parting my hands and only pushing one in at a time while the other waited at her entrance.
\tWith enough tenderizing I could even pull out fully, leaving her gaping and sloppy before punching right back in all the way to the elbow in a single thrust. One might think that was a bit too aggressive but Oceras was huge and I knew her well enough to know she could take it as much as her male form could give it. If I had time I could loosen her up and literally dive right in. I wanted to, but I needed to get back home eventually. Much like how I didn't want to be tied down for the night or take a full tour of her guts I didn't have the time to be unbirthed by her.
\tConfession time, I'd been in and out of her womb so often she once started trying to nurse me until her hormonal shift resulted in her changing to stallion form and I milked her that way.
\tShe was growing weak, though. Which meant it was almost time to move on. Her pussy was tender and sloppy, as both she and I liked it, so with that part of her satisfied I figured it was as good a time as any to migrate north. After a series of deep and aggressive double punches to her canal, I slowly pulled out one hand after another, careful to collect as much of the lathered lubricant I'd churned inside her, so I could smear it up under her tail and all over her rump hole.
\tA cute, perfectly circular, donut-shaped pucker. It was already soaked and glistening with fluids thanks to the splash back that came from the mess I made in her pussy, but with a bit of extra attention it now had a thick coat of naturally lubricating fluids. I got to probe her insides with a finger to test and see how receptive she was and I was pleased to feel her tail raise high over the small of her back and her walls loosen up. Like her pussy, her ass was eager and ready.
\tI, however, got so fixated I failed to notice that as I was gently teasing her pucker, her pussy had actually sealed shut and her clit had shrunk into nothing, the silken flesh of her vulva growing soft. The more attention I gave her ass the farther she shifted into her male form. But I was enjoying it so much I didn't even notice at first; I just kept plunging an increasing number of fingers into her and caressing her rippled inner walls as I did so.
\tEager and hungry for hippogryph flesh, I even pressed my beak up against the underside of her tail, slipped the tip into her hole, and tried my best to use it to pry her open as my tongue probed her as deep as it would go. The deep, meaty flavour of her rump was heavenly and the subtle gape that came with the penetration of my beak made the folds of her inner rump walls press out into my gullet.
\tAfter pulling out, I started rubbing her budding rose with my fingers like it was a clit, teasing the hole that led deeper while tracing lines around each wrinkle of bright red flesh. Bit of prolapse for a treat! A tasty treat, one I couldn't help but plunge my tongue in, forcing it where I had found the hole to go deeper.
\tShe clearly loved it but after a few shudders and a grunt her insides got sucked back in through her pucker and her donut flesh was left gaping under her tail. I smeared some of the collected fluids from the pair of us all over my hand and then slipped my digits into her, all five fingertips in a converged point to ease her open as gently as I could. Maybe I'd end up shoulder deep in hippogryph rump? I had no idea for sure, all I knew was that the more time I spent teasing her booty the more I wanted my own holes to be ravaged.
\tI only got one fist in her tail hole at a time, but I was just as thorough as I was with her pussy. In and out I pumped, going as deep as I could without making the texture of the feathers on my bicep tickle her in the wrong way. That sort of friction would not be fun, so I revelled in the sound and sensation that came from the texture on my forearm passing in and out of her hole, every tug pulling some of her insides out.
\tNot far, of course. Her hole just gaped a bit and her walls collapsed, pushing down in an effort to catch me and force me out. The rippled walls teased her opening, creating a semi-spherical mound of wrinkled rump flesh poking out, a lovely little nub I enjoyed cradling in the palm of my hand while I tried to keep my fingertips in her rump trapped between the budding rose and her tender pucker.
\tSince my other hand wasn't in use and hadn't entered her tail hole this was when I decided I'd slide back into her slit and massage both her passages at the same time. However, as I brought my hand up I felt my wrist slide between a low-hanging pair of hippogryph orbs. This confused me at first, as my gaze was fixated on the little blossom of flesh right at eye level; I sort of assumed it was her teats swollen from such a fun time. It wasn't until I brought that hand up and tried to slip my fingers into her that I realized she no longer had an opening to enter.
\tTaken from my lust I finally leaned back to get a look and that was when I realized that she'd shifted. Oceras was now Ocerre. Still a perfect blend of avian and equine but one hundred percent stallion. This revelation got me to raise my eyebrow and click my beak. My hand was coated in fluids, my beak was smeared in juices, and my entire front from chin to cunt was soaked with her arousal.
\tIt was time to do something about that.
\tI hopped off the bale of hay and used my foot to push it away. I didn't need him backing up and tripping over it. Once I was next to him, I saw he was already fully exposed, his cock – which was nearly as big around as Leera, about the same girth as my upper thigh – half mast and nearly touching the ground. His lightly barbed head was hovering just above the bed of straw, steaming gently as his musky scent completely overtook the sweet scent of estrus her mare form had bathed me in.
\tI gulped and reached out, tentatively cradling his member to tug it to the side, cautiously watching him to see how he reacted. I swear he smiled at me. He gaped his beak ever so slightly and grunted at me, his loins flexing to make his member slap his belly.
\tWhen his cock fell back into my hand I came to realize just how much heft he was carrying. It was heavy. Even attached to a full sized beast that held up most if it, the thing must have weighed twenty kilograms. That's about forty-five pounds to those weirdos who use that system. I actually had to work to keep it from swinging freely. Had I let go, his massive beast of a cock would have drooled precum all over the straw and hay beneath him with a series of slick, slimy webs.
\tHonestly, I just wanted to get below him and lick it all up. Unfortunately he was too big for me to take him in the gullet. With some proper application of magic I could alter my body enough to do that and feel him flare in my belly but again, it was approaching the middle of the night and I didn't want to spend that much transformation magic.
\tHe also seemed a bit impatient. The longer I cradled his shaft and gently stroked his length, contemplating what I wanted to do, Oceris was getting increasingly agitated. He kept belly-slapping by tensing his loins to splatter fluids all over his chest, each tension squeezing out another flow of fluids from his urethral passage that I tried to catch in my palm. It didn't work. It was too much, so I started rubbing my own slit, soaking myself in his precum while mixing it with my own natural fluids.
\tOne thing to remember about stallions is that even though they're strong, they're powerful, and they're virile as can be, they never lasted long. I knew as soon as I offered myself to him it would be less than a minute before I was destroyed and he was satisfied. That's why equines were known to be for advanced clients, not for beginners. Mares were enough for anyone, but stallions required prep.
\tLuckily I was the bird for the job in that case. Leera had already loosened me up and I was still as needy as could be and well lubricated. My depths were hungry for more meat and Oceris had so very much to give. Maybe too much but that's all part of the fun.
\tDeep down inside I knew I couldn't tease a stallion like I could a mare. It'd make even the gentlest of beasts agitated and ornery. So rather than stroke and nuzzle and get him in the mood I hurriedly crawled under him so that I was standing tall on my legs but bent over. Not crouching or kneeling, if I did that I'd be too low and only his tip would reach me. That wasn't very fun. Given that I needed to stand on a bale of hay for my face to reach his ass, bending over under him still didn't let my back touch his belly. He needed all the leverage he could get.
\tI reached down between my legs with one hand, the other one outstretched to press against his front leg for balance and support. I felt the weight of his cock on my hand as he spurted a glob of precum up my wrist. I resisted every urge I had to pull away and lick it up, knowing I needed to keep as much as I could to keep me slick. I hoisted up his mass and did my best to angle my hips so that my pussy lips were pressed out between my thighs, giving him the best chance at entering me. Even at half mast he was way too big to just slip in without help so I did my best to aid him.
\tHis head – still unflared – had a series of gentle nubs that I knew were gonna get firm and turn to barbs akin to a cat's tongue once he came inside me. Rough. Violent. But I was okay with that. My pussy was well versed in aggressive partners. And if I needed to I had plenty of reserve bio-magic to heal myself if it came to that. Such was commonplace in and around Klyneth, where most people loved to experiment.
\tI squeezed his spongy tip and tried to help guide him into me. Hippogryph cock had a firm core along the shaft but the tip swelled and squished and was form-fitting to whatever it entered, so I had to help get his girth to slip into me without popping out. If he entered me and then flared up and popped out, there would be no way he'd pop back in. Sure, it'd result in me getting bathed in hippogryph stallion cum – not the worst outcome – but that wasn't my goal. Not today.
\tHowever, when I was doing all I could to help aim him and squeeze him to slip between my pussy lips – I could even feel the core of his shaft jabbing me through the spongy head – he flexed his loins to raise his cock right as he thrust. Right as he leaned into me and arched his back to buck, his member shifted upwards ever so slightly, missing my cunt entirely.
\tAnd as much as it'd be fun to simply adjust and try again, a stallion of that size and strength putting his all into a thrust was not something you could stop. He forced his cock into my tail hole, my relatively dry, un-lubed tailhole. I'd focused all of my effort on soaking my pussy lips, prepping that part of me for being ravaged. I was prepared to have my pussy destroyed, I hadn't even slapped any lube on my pucker.
\tThat did not stop him. The brief spurt of precum he shot at me in the split second before the thrust seemed to just barely enough to make me slick, allowing his spongy tip to compress and pop into me, expanding inside and growing firm as he buried himself all the way to the median ring. That ridge about halfway down his shaft that marked the difference between the sheath at the base and the sleek flesh of the rest of his member.
\tHippogryphs weren't quite identical to stallions, either. On the bottom half of that shaft, the part between the median ring and the base, they had a knot. Not unlike a gryphon knot, with six lobes that were partially tapered for ease of entry. So I knew the moment I felt the throb of that median ring teasing my rump that I was about to get a knot I was not prepared for.
\tAs expected, his aggressive mount did not last very long but it was very intense and borderline overwhelming. The bulge of his flare pressed out against my belly in much the same way Leera's snout had done earlier in the night. He thrust, he bucked, and he forced himself into me with little to no regard for me; this actually made the whole encounter much more arousing as a huge part of the appeal of being with a beast was its unpredictability and carnal lack of restraint.
\tI struggled to not close my legs and he thrust all the way into me, the girth of his shaft plowing through my guts and rearranging my insides in the process. His flared tip swelled inside me, the barbs that lined the head catching on the folds of my inner walls as he pulled out only to then stuff everything back in.
\tI could both feel and hear the churn of the flesh and fluid inside me, his massive size creating a bulge in my belly that looked exactly like ab equine flare until it disappeared beyond my ribcage. I grunted and growled to myself as I struggled to breathe, the pressure on my lungs making it difficult to take in air. Naturally, the pressure and friction agitated resistance out of me, making me clench down and squeeze with all my strength, trying to force him out of me.
\tIt didn't work. The more I pushed the more he seemed to like it and the harder he bucked in response. I should have known that, since I had just mused upon how mares clenched down to milk and trap stallion seed when they got deep; they knew that clenching was when it was best to give it their all, as that was the best way to ensure that nothing escaped.
\tThe more I resisted, the harder he slammed into me. I could even feel the bulge of his knot battering me with every thrust. It wasn't fully formed but I could still feel the lobes grinding against my opening with every buck. Then, with one final motion he reached down and clamped his beak down on my shoulder to hold me in place while he forced every lobe of his knot under my tail with an audible pop that completely rearranged my insides.
\tPressure built as his flare swelled to the largest it could that deep in me, and the bulge of his knot locked him in place as the urethral ridge pulsated and pumped shot after shot of hippogryph seed into me. I could feel my guts inflating with the fluid, cum that was unable to escape me due to the plug that was his knot wedged deep inside me. I barely even noticed the pain of the hooked beak clamped down on my neck and shoulder, I only realized that was the case when I tried to gulp.
\tHis cum was so voluminous I had to gulp to keep it from coming out my gullet. The more he pumped into me the harder it got until I felt it bubbling up at the back of my throat. It took a special kind of control but once I relaxed my throat and let it all come out, the flow of seed escaped me easily. A torrential flood of hippogryph seed cascaded over my tongue and splashed in a puddle beneath me, splashing and soaking his front talons in the process.
\tNormally I'd hate to waste that much seed but Leera and I were on cycle so our insides were completely digestion free, meaning anything could pass through us either way without concern. That was why I was able to spew his cum without any of the burn of bile or other fluids.
\tThe good thing about hippogryph knots was that they weren't as intense as canine or ulokar knots. They were more tapered and therefore were easier to pull out if the need arose. I didn't force him out but the pressure inside me ensured that my body naturally tried its best to squeeze him out once he was done thrusting.
\tMy muscle control was strong enough that even before his knot popped out of me, I felt my womb descend and the depths of my pussy begin to unfold outside of me between my lips.
\tMoments later, he got the picture and stepped on the back of my head, forcing me to the ground while pulling me off his cock like I was a used condom. The barbs of his hippogryph flare caught on my flesh and pulled my passage out of me, leaving me with a cream coated pair of rosebuds hanging out my pussy and ass as his massive member swung and drooled cum everywhere.
\tHe leaned down to preen my wings and gently give me some aftercare as I lay on the ground, chest down in a puddle of the cum I'd belched up and ass up with both holes hanging out and leaking a combination of my own arousal fluid and his seed.
\tSure, Oceris was rough as any could be but he also knew what I wanted. I loved the aftercare, I loved it when my holes were utterly destroyed, and I loved it when he was affectionate even if I didn't much care for that sort of intimacy from other people.
\tI just lay there in a puddle of creamy, pearly mess for a few minutes as he did his best to comfort me, preening the feathers on my wings and trying to urge me to get up.
\tIt took me a while but once I did I wobbled and struggled to my feet, insides still partially hanging out. Much like before, when Leera's massive body left me loose and sloppy, all it took was a bit of focus and the right application of magic to make things right. I stood tall, patted Oceris on the neck, and took in a deep breath that sucked my cunt and guts back up inside. The gape quickly closed and the air was forced out, leaving me once again tender but mostly back to normal.
\t“Good, good boy.” I praised him, caressing his beak and pressing my face to his. “Such a good boy. And a good girl, too! We'll have to do this again, what do you say?”
\tOceris chirped and tossed is head back, beak agape in approval.
\t“Yeah, that's what I thought. Yet the night is still young. I doubt anyone's going to be able to ravage me like you but I'd love to see them try.” I gave him one final pat on the cheek and neck and headed back out of the stable to notice that Ilorek was leaning against the fence, having been patiently watching the whole time.
\t“Howdy.” He said, pretending to tip his hat to me. “Had fun?”
\t“Always!” I said, tipping my own invisible hat. “If you recorded any of that, feel free to give me a copy, eh?” I didn't wait for his answer, I simply triggered an updraft with some magic and caught it with outstretched wings. Klyneth was south of here and I was sure to find more ways to utterly destroy myself.
\tIn all honesty, this was a pretty common night in my life.