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Starting a new series. I have suffered from severe writers block, and now I finally managed to write something.

I genuinely hope it's not terrible, the lover I have over finds it hilarious at least.

This story features sex with a bird, with a cloaca, because weird genitals is half the fun of furry smut. At least to me.

I hope your summer is happy.

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Hermaphrodite Summer Camp

Nothing was worse than the bus ride. Cramming furries of different species some of whom suffered from hypermastia, and hypergenitalia wasn't a good idea in general. The smell that hormones pouring out of ovaries, and testes the size of fists was almost deafening to the noses canines inside of the old almost dead school bus.

Of course it also made everyone in attendance hard. Deborah was fanning air to the petite poodle next to her using a camp pamphlet, who had basically been rubbing a canine cock the size of a spray can between her thighs like nobody would notice. Not enough blood flow for both ends.

There was a definite appeal to that. Daphne had a thing for furries who put in the effort, never mind so much they passed out.

However the bus ride didn't last forever, and she had luckily managed to get her paws, and new sneakers out of the way of the puddle of cum that the huge knotting poodle cock having half pulled off their pink panties still dripped onto the floor.

Deborah wondered, if you could even judge someone like that, considering the poor thing had been light headed what with the heat, and the other heat. It wasn't like all of this didn't make her nervous, and when a pit bull got nervous, well everyone else did too.

Deborah decided to distract herself from that poodle, and it's, or theirs, or whatever the fuck it was these days monster cock, by checking on potential delicacies on display. You didn't go to hermaphrodite summer camp to sit around, and sing campfire songs after all.

Well you did too, but it was during heat season, so everyone knew what was going on.

Deborah considered she had never fucked an opossum before. Opossums had two of everything, and that sounded interesting. Granted the one here had a two blue eyes, one of which was lazy, and had pretty much ruined the appeal of them by dying her wild mane the same color. Then again you didn't fuck an opossum for the looks, you fucked an opossum, because they had two sets of genitals.

Hyenas were interesting too. The males were pretty pencil dicked in her experience, but that was because the female's vagina was one outward facing pseudo penis.

Now that was exotic, getting fucked in the dick sounded like something you didn't do more than once in your life. Granted a Hyena always smelled like burning rubber, and judging from the tits of the one in attendance she was feminine. Which meant she would eat your arm, if you so much as flinched. That wouldn't help her nervousness at all.

Dragons too. You could never be too sure with them. The one in attendance proudly wore a shirt that proclaimed: "Jonathan Vasthoard, and brood: Barrel Makers". Now who in the known world had ever had sex with a barrel maker?

Not that dragons talked much about anything they didn't know, and without an Internet connection Deborah doubted she could make good conversation about barrels, or wood crafting in general. Maybe with some booze in the mix though, anything could happen.

The bus finally stopped, and Deborah was pretty depressed, because she still had to fan that poodle back to life.

"Oh my stars." It murmured jumping up managing to push it's enormous asset down just in time to not give a brush stoke of cum all over the already shitty back of the seat in front of them.

"Happens to the best of us." Deborah said trying to be nice feeling the denim of her jeans rub roughly against her own member that had freed itself.

Erections, especially proud ones were a mood thing. Which was kind of lucky considering that if you suffered from hypergenetalia walking around clothed was kind of an issue, unless you wore something like a tightly fitting skirt that kept things contained.

If you weren't in the mood your body just didn't spare the blood to feed that huge leech between your legs.

"Well I guess. You aren't too... Well don't follow my example." The poodle said rather intimidated by the larger female, despite the fact that she had her beat where it counted, in summer camp at least.

Deborah just shook her head, and got off at the time, and in the way she was supposed to. What a mess. It hadn't changed a bit.

"Hello everyone my name is Cynthia Pracht. Now that everyone is off the bus. I'd like to welcome all of you. Now don't worry about a thing there is plenty of food, we have a fence, and everyone has a bed. You can also put up a tent, if you want. The most important part about herm summer camp is that you relax, and try to enjoy yourself. No matter, if you are a boy, a girl, or any gender you want to be." The worlds plainest looking peacock explained it's brown tail feathers on full display, giving a jubilating caw.

Deborah loved this part, the sheer happy anticipation to finally get set loose, and make your own tent, and pilfer whatever soft bedding materials you would stain with god knows what during your stay here. She hadn't fucked a bird either. Maybe it was worth the three seconds it would likely last.

"So now I know this may seem weird, but around here so everyone can move around without feeling all cooped up-" Cynthia paused to try, and see if anyone had noted the bird joke.

The dragon started laughing, apparently thinking it the height of wit, and then it looked around apparently offended at how stupid everyone else was for not getting the joke.

"Clothes are fully optional. Now just because we can all be like we were born doesn't mean anyone has the right to make anyone do things. If you feel uncomfortable with something just say no. We are all civilized creatures. All of the staff have mace, and electro shockers." Cynthia said pulling those damn clothes off her already swollen cloaca.

Most everyone followed her example. Including Deborah who let her tongue hang out as the breeze went over her cock abused by rough fabric, it longed for affection, and her pussy came right after.

"The Popo doesn't use a lethal weapon, so you can be around when the real torture happen." The hyena behind her mumbled.

Unusually poetic for a female.

"Now everyone claim your spot, and grab some food from the buffet! That's what we are here for!" Cynthia called ending it with a theatrical caw.

Deborah watched the canines almost run over each other as she put her clothes inside her bag. She didn't have a tent, because she was pretty convinced that big cocks, decent tits, and doggy tongues would always find a home.

Besides she preferred real beds. Even if that meant you had to do a better job of cleaning up the mess than just cleanexing some crusty blankets.

She slowly took off her sneakers, and heard a caw behind her.

"Let me take them off first." Deborah complained getting her paws free.

"Hard to get huh?" Cynthia jokingly asked appearing before her doing what had to be an almost hypnotic dance.

"I'm a virtuous girl. Feathers aren't everything." Deborah said stretching upwards showing off the fact that pit bulls were made of bone, muscle, and anxiety.

"Oh you just watch miss virtuous. I'm popular you know. Never a boring moment." Cynthia said with confidence threatening shaking her butt, and feathers up, and down. Deborah was intimidated, and got into a low attack position. Finally she was looking into Cynthia's eyes growling, as moved away from the snake like head motions.

This was really messed up. With a distracting wave of her tail feathers that reminded her of a bullfighter, Cynthia shadow stepped, and mounted her.

Wings surrounded Deborah who still gave a low growl, mostly because of how dumb she felt. She was pretty sure nobody was looking too intently, busy finding better sex partners than birds. However there was a certain pleasure in just letting it happen, and reveling in the awkwardness.

Her hypergentialic vagnia was a good fit for the cloaca of her partner. I felt supremely odd to have it suck, and let go of her insides, in a rapid fashion. She had never felt that before. The sounds were beyond obscene.

Deborah gave a small whine, as she felt cum being swapped both ways. It was such an odd way to make her accept it, and she felt her pussy expand, and contract with the each wave of suction.

It was sort of the inverse of a knot, and it put you off. Made you hold still. It seemed to go on forever, three seconds her paw. That fucking thing just didn't stop.

"Yeah you better enjoy this. I don't just to this for anyone. You have to ask for it." Cynthia cawed into her ear intensifying the cycle of near endless cum slushing through her as it was being shared between their vaginas.

It felt like an almost supernatural connection.

Deborah didn't like it at all, she knew it was gross, but it felt so nice. Just like all sex, she didn't want to like it, and as she rubbed her nipples, that made it all the better.

Feathers ran slowly over her cock, finding the most delicate parts, and mercilessly teasing them, as the long fingers of the bird ruffled her belly making her feel exposed.

"There you go. Now you are fucking a real alpha, with real feathers, and not some molting trash! Caw!" Cynthia called as if sex made her have a total power trip.

Deborah grabbed her cock, and started roughly jerking off with both paws, as her nipples found themselves between two precise claws of the hands under the wings. It didn't hurt nearly as much as it made her forget all about the fact she was doing full on inter species in front of anyone who was willing to watch.

"I told you I was popular! I can have anyone I want you know! Caw! Tell your friends to watch out! Caw!" Cynthia asserted moving her head rhythmically, and swinging her feathers around.

Finally Deborah gave an almost pained yelp, as a thick string of cum shot from her cock forming a squiggly line on the ground.

Cynthia gave one last dominant caw as she danced away behind a tree while moving her head like a snake.

Deborah just stood there confused dripping with cum. It had been nice, and unique, but it made her feel like a creep for liking it as she stared at her pronounced knot, as the summer breeze flowed over it. Then again peacocks were pretty much made to fuck, so it wasn't a big stretch of the imagination that they would be good at it.

Deborah headed to the showers not trying to give the impression that anything much had happened at all. She wondered, if that wasn't precisely what Cynthia wanted, because being too willing wouldn't do for a good peahen.

What a world she was living in, she could feel her tail which had been raised before break out into a wag, as she enjoyed the warmth of the cum running down her legs. As she approached the showers with constant steam rising from them like the fumes coming off a crucible, she felt certain that this wouldn't be the last bit of fun she would have that day.

Deborah had always been of the opinion that the first three orgasms of the day were trained with necessity anyhow.