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The restaurant was more of a diner than anything. It was themed nicely with low lights and quiet music but there seemed to be just one server for this entire side of the building. Celest had looked through the double-sided menu three times and was still waiting for her glass of water. But at least her date seemed in good spirits.

Kruze was an impressively big gryphon being almost half again as big as she, though the sprawling feral dragoness guessed at least some of that was in the fluff. They had similar coloration of silvers and grays but, while his underbelly was white, hers was a dark charcoal. They were both dressed casual with him wearing a loose purple tee and baggy black pants and she in a short maroon tunic blouse and light navy green skirt comfortably fit for ferals of her respective size. She might be a bit more dressed then he was what with the black-silk lingerie stockings on her four limbs but she enjoyed dressing pretty and it was a 'date' after all.

The feather-winged female had patience but it was starting to wear thin as she drew a talon around on the table. For his part, the big bird was quite comfortable where he was just eying over the lovely female in his presence and offering quite small talk. It was their first interaction together in person and she wasn't disappointed at least. Handsome, outgoing, perhaps a tad arrogant but she had a feeling he might have reason to be. He'd recommended this place but so far the feather-winged dragoness wasn't impressed.

The big bird had recommended this place not because of its food or service but because he was interested in trying something new. Though, based on her current mood, it didn't seem like this place was jiving well. That was fine by him; it wasn't anything on the menu he was looking to try anyway.

"You seem tense babe." He hummed, reaching an orange avain-scaled paw out over her forepaw, the tips of which faded into a dirty crimson color, and administered gentle, relaxing pets in an attempt to sooth her. She didn't immediately pull away but, after a second, seemed to reconsider the interaction and eased away from him.

"It'd be nice if anyone offered service around here." She huffed, her normally placid blue wings shifting color slightly with her elevated emotion.

Kruze thought he'd seen a shift in color before when they first met but it'd been hard to tell for sure. He wasn't confident in knowing exactly what caused it but it was definitely changing. The big bird retrieved his paw, folding it comfortably against the table's edge.

"They'll be around in a bit, the service isn't really the reason you come to a place like this anyway." His voice was smooth and casual. Celest looked dubiously over at him.

"Let me guess, 'the atmosphere'?" She retorted. He nodded, pointing an affirmative claw in her direction.

"Place is a nice casual hole in the wall where we can get to know each other more intimately."

She groaned internally. Males. She glanced over at some of the 'atmosphere' trying to take her mind off of the bad service. Maybe this wasn't going to work out...

"Well we aren't going to get to know each other at all if I don't get some breakfast." She chortled ruefully.

Kruze frowned slightly. His little butterfly was getting antsy. No matter. Within his shirt he produced a small cylindrical object, unscrewing the top with his thumbclaw and quietly emptied its contents into the palm of his other paw.

"Maybe this will help then." He spoke with casual interest. Part of her expected him to have a ketchup packet or something when she turned back to see what he was talking about.

At the same time, his paw move into position just beneath her nose and, with a slight accidental bump, dusted her black snout tip with a puff of white powder. A reflexive breath drew the powder into her nostrils, the stuff burning on its way in like little pops of electricity all the way through her nasal cavity. She turned her head and coughed but the cloud of the stuff lingered around her muzzle tip, infecting each breath substantially.

"What-" She accidentally inhaled again with a cough. "-was-" A quick hissing inhale through her mouth followed suit as the dust trickled through her system. Inhaling it through her mouth was no better, the sensation crystallizing and dug itself into the back of her skull like a shard of glass. "-thaaaa..." She slurred, unable to complete the last word.

"See, that made all the difference didn't it hun?" He rumbled with approval, reaching the untainted paw out to stroke his talons through the feathery bits that crested around the dragoness' horns. The touch was less subtle when her reaction was favorable; being barely any reaction at all, and gently splayed his talons out against the back of her skull, pushing her snout down into his dusted palm, shoving her snout into the substance.

A few more twitches and tugs came from the doped dragoness and, each time, he'd just push her back into his palm, rubbing her nose in it as if punishing an un-housebroken dog for doing wrong. Eventually even that bit of resistance faded from her eyes, dilated pupils showing nothing of their former spirit. With his date sufficiently 'housebroken', he pulled his palm away and casually wiped what was left off.

"Some strong stuff I tell you. Tried it once and lost almost a whole day; woke up on the floor with an insatiable craving for tacos." He continued the one-sided conversation while finishing ringing the napkin around the base of his talon. "But if it helps you, it's my pleasure." He purred softly, looking her over more... freely now, a dirty smile on his beak.

The color of her wings swirled in a bit of an incomprehensible mess but they'd moved from cool colors to more warm colors. They weren't changing fast enough to be eye catching but enough that he could watch them change in real time. Quite an interesting girl indeed. He was curious if that charcoal color went all the way down her belly or if it was just something at the chest. He'd have to find out.

"Oh, looks like you've made a bit of a mess though. C'mere." He spoke with mockingly concerned tones, grabbing her chin with one paw and another napkin in the other. Dragging her snout toward him, he proceeded to carelessly rub the mask of white dust off her grey muzzle like an exasperated parent cleaning a booger off a child again. Once sufficiently clean, he drew her snout back and looked down on her, examining it critically.

"Good enough I suppose." He spoke candidly, not really referring to the cleaning. Wrapping the napkins up in another couple napkins, he turned his attention to the dormant dragoness who stat in the booth barely moving.

"Mmmn, you are very pretty." He purred, rubbing her chin between thumb and foreclaw with what could almost be called affection. His eyes trailed down her front while the flat of his palm slid down the contour of her throat, feeling the soft velvet fur down to her collar before flipping around and slipping beneath her shirt to feel around beneath the hem.

"Hey, mind if I come sit with you?" He spoke even while getting up, not bothering to wait for an answer before imposing himself.

It took a few minutes to manipulate her relaxed form into a position he found comfortable, wedging himself between the lazy female and the cushion backing but it didn't take all too long before he had that cute little dragoness nestled spooning quite comfortably against his chest. It wasn't long after he'd settled in that server finally showed up, the feathery male pausing his slow stroking down her back to acknowledge the rather impressively short anthro raccoon. He wore the diner's black and blue restaurant apron, one eye engulfed in a large spot of onyx colored fur.

"Ey, welcome. Name's Rayzen. Been here before?" He spoke with a thick accent. Kruze bounced his head casually.

"First time." He affirmed.

"Well glad ta have yah. Know wha'cha want or do I start 'cah off with som'thin on the appetizers?" The big bird shook his head again.

"Nah, I know what I'm hungry for, but she's still looking." He lied, jerking his head slightly at the feather-winged dragoness', her head having been angled to stare blankly down at the menu while her dilated pupils took in nothing of its contents. "How bout we start with a glass of water with lemon and a double shot single malt whisky?" The 'coon raised an eye ridge.

"Startin' early eh mister?" The fuzzy waiter inquired while writing down the drink order all the same. Kruze chuckled and shrugged politely.

"What can I say, I want what I want." His disarming smile just made waiter shrug.

"Sure thing boss, be out inna sec." The short fur confirmed before wandering off to check on the next table. Sharp yellow eyes watched him go while casually petting down the back of her neck slowly, possessively.

"So what are you thinking?" He hummed quietly out loud, leaning over her flank and reaching out to straighten the menu in front of her face a little. "You look like a lady that enjoys pancakes. Or maybe you're a meat and eggs kind of girl." A slight grin curled at the corner of his beak at the double entendre, his paw sliding back to pet along her tummy and a bit lower, just out of sight beneath all the limbs and clothing amongst the two.

The paw followed the contours of her clothed hide, his tantalizing talons glazing across the hem of her skirt as he snuck a few talons in beneath the band of her blouse. The touch was light and exciting and certainly more intimate than one would expect on a blind date. Not that she had any ability to understand anything outside the intense whirlpool of euphoria going on in her brainspace. He didn't mind her shyness though, the devious drake had no problem showing her a good time- even if she wouldn't remember it.

"You know-" He leaned in, lowering his voice to hushed tones and brought that curved golden orange beak up beside her head. "-I hear that stuff is as good as sex." He purred ever so softly, a sound only loud enough for to hear so close. "Maybe even better than it!"

The talons on her belly had made their way all the way down to her cleft, carefully squeezing those sharp curves between her thighs to gently rub and fondle over her lingerie covered crotch. The touch was slow and sensual and certainly arousing; to him anyway, even if not to her. His sharp eyes, lowered to her level, scanned the area in front of them as if to check for any prying ears.

"You want to find out?" The words slipped off his tongue like poison and, at the same time, massaged his center digit right across the cleft of her sex; a fold of her inky silken panties catching between her nether bits in the process.

As if to emphasize his proposal, the dirty bird arched against her tailbase with a little grinding hump. The motion meant to press the obvious lump of gryphon arousal against her in a meaningful expression was feather-rufflingly successful.

"We could do it right here, right in this booth. No one would know." Kruze pressed his head against hers, looking around 'with' the young hen as if trying to convince her to go along with the lascivious idea. "C'mon, you know you want to. I can feel it." The smirking grin on his beak grew as his talon snaked its way under her garment and slowly dipped into her naked vent to the knuckle, causally violating her.

"Does that get you hot, feeling me inside you like that?" A few moments of feeling up her insides, he pulled back far enough to add a second talon, massaging her pussy between the tips and his palm. "You can play coy all you like but I feel you clenching on me."

At least that much was true. Despite being blitzed out of her mind, her body was working just fine on auto-pilot. A particular touch would cause those muscles to contract and enough stroking could even get her to cum- even if such a thing would hardly be a blip of pleasure in her current state of mind. On the plus side, an active reproductive system meant she was also getting nice and wet from all this arousal, his talons soon covered in a thick coating of femcum.

"Dirty girl, there could be kids in the booth behind us and here you are about to cum on my paw." He chastised her smugly. The grey gryphon pulled his talons from soft sex slowly, a thin smear of fluid left on her belly fur as he drew completely out from between her legs. He could see their server coming back around.

"If you want to cum, it'll have to be on my cock." He whispered, leaving his words to rattle around in her empty brain before raising back up into a more presentable position.

"One whisky an' water." He spoke candidly, sliding one, then the other across the table toward the two lounging beasts.

"Hopefully in two separate glasses." He chortled casually, his nectar-coated claws tracing little slippery circles in her belly fluff as he spoke.

"Aye. Ready ta order?" Spoke the short waiter, the joke either over his head or just too unfunny. Pulling their tab out his apron pocket along with a pen, he clicked it into action in preparation.

"Unfortunately her tummy is feeling a little strange today so she's going to skip the entrée, maybe just some bread." Rayzen nodded, writing it down without bothering to look up. "But I will take a nice medium hoff-cut rib-eye steak with loaded potatoes and cob-corn." He spoke, collecting and sliding the two menus toward the server as normally as if he hadn't just been fondling a drugged dragoness moments before.

The waiter raised an eye ridge as he looked at the gryphon drake.

"Fer breakfast?"

"Unless you suggest otherwise?" The gryphon inquired, holding a conversation with the 'coon without issue.

"No sir." The furred waiter doubled back, not wanting to infer their food wasn't good enough at this time of day.

"I've got a lot of work ahead of me today so something hearty sounded good." He smiled and the 'coon just nodded.

"Sure thin' boss. Medium yah say?" Kruze nodded. "Right. Anythin' else?" The big bird shook his head to complete the transaction. "Be out in a jiff den."

The big bird give it several seconds before leaning his head in beside Celest's, eyes watching their server had disappeared to.

"You're still wet." He continued the one sided conversation, bringing his still-wet talons up to his beak to lick clean.

They jerked away slightly as a rather powerful aroma tickled his nares, worried some of the substance might still be lingering on his paw but, no, it was something else entirely. The smirk at the edge of his beak grew significantly.

"And in heat." The dirty bird added, sliding one talon, then the other across his tongue, tasting the pheromone-rich flavor for himself. "Is that why you're all over me, mother nature's got her vex on you and now you're all baby crazy?" He chuckled softly to himself, this just got ten-times more interesting.

"Offer's still open." He purred, grinding against her tailbase. "Ten minutes and I can solve that problem for you. Or longer if you really want me to scratch that itch for you."

His low, sensual words were lewd and seductive and completely lost on her. The paw that slid down her flank, caressing the contours of her body before resting on her thigh and giving that thick haunch a tempting squeeze fared no better.

"Alls you have to do is lift that pretty tail for me and I'll do the rest." He teased, nipping her cheek in a way that wasn't entirely kosher for a public display of affection.

He did it anyway while sliding his paw up along the curve of that thick hind appendage, drawing it up some for her. Taking her inaction to stop him as consent, Kruze maneuvered that heavy tail right up over his hip, pinning it comfortably between himself and the booth. Between being just at table height, two sets of wings and her lovely little skirt, it was all but impossible to see what was going on back there from the outside but he knew full well her half-covered juice-glistening purple pussy was just visible between her pressed thighs.

Despite all his bravado up to this point, he knew full well this was the most risky part and was at attention as he reached beneath his belly to free his already blood-gorged cockflesh from its prison. Managing himself, the brick of a hen and his own arousal while keeping an ear out for their server or any other potentially disastrous snoop was no easy feat but he managed it like a pro. With a soft but satisfied grunt, that tapered mahogany colored cock slipped out into the open, grinding mercilessly against her tailbase with a stiff desire.

This were still mostly kosher and hidden so he took a moment to reevaluate their surroundings, slowly dry humping against those warm hind quarters. A slight smear of precum matted her fluffy haunches by the time he was satisfied he could get away with the next step.

First her panties had to go but that was easy enough, just a quick reach around under her skirt to bunch them up and pull them off to the side to gain access to the best parts of her body. With that, a bit of an uncomfortable tug followed, getting that pound of gryphon meat up under her tail. Then, with everything lined up, his talons gathered the meat of her thighs and peeled them back some to expose the crevice of her crotch.

It was a blind probing, the big bird unable to see what was going on back there for the same reason no one else would be able to. But it didn't really matter; the curve of those thick haunches directed him straight to his target, those vulnerable purple pussy folds soon having barbed gryphon cock wedged inside them.

Wedged wasn't quite the right way to describe it, more like cramming a watermelon down a firehose. His shaft bowed slightly at first until it found the right alignment and then the inches started disappearing one by one. Her beautiful pussy took it like a champ too, gorging itself on a couple feet of gryphon cock in record time. The horny bird shuddered visibly as he slid home in her, the smaller hen's size, posture and snugness just mouthwatering to feel wrap around his cock like that. Bonus points for seeing the lump of gryphon dick in her belly pushing up between her pinched thighs on the outside too.

His groping paw kneaded her ass, using the moment to come down off his high a little. Just in time too as Ray rounded the corner with a basket of bread sliding it and bowl full of individually packaged jams and butter toward the dragoness. He nodded at her with an Mmhmm. Celest didn't react but, thankfully, the 'coon didn't seem to mind or care, returning to his rounds, completely unaware of the carnal act going on less than a dragonlength in front of him.

With his heart hammering in his chest like a pro-boxer, Kruze let the heat in his cheeks radiate off for a moment before leaning in beside his girl and whispered in her ear once more.

"Fuck that was close." The big bird grinned wickedly, the thrilling high just that much stronger at having been a half-minute away from getting caught in the act.

He paused, perking for a moment before reaching back into his shirt and producing a rather large rubber, still carefully contained in its foil wrapper.

"Oh, forgot the condom." The feather-drake flipped it in his paw once, then shrugged and put it back. "Oh well, I'm sure you're on birth control." He added dismissively.

She was not.

With the unused contraceptive back where it belonged, he lazily hugged his fores around the drugged dragoness, holding her in place as his hips slowly surged forward, reeeeeally digging those barbs into her lusciously unprotected pussy. The sexual excitement was intense, he could just give her a few quick humps and cum right there; but where was the fun in that. The longer he drew this out, the more likely she was to get pregnant from it.

Not that the chances were low or anything already; unprotected sex with a stranger while in heat? Yes please. But he was well aware of what those nasty little nubs could do to a hen even if they were actually on birth control...

With that in mind, he gripped her a little more firmly and drew back nice and slow, easing it out of her as gently as he could. Not for her sake of course, more because he wanted to feel his barbs pluck and catch her naked flesh again and again as they slipped through her unguarded egg-channel. A wicked grin curled at the corner of his beak at about half way, about-facing and sliding back into the warm slippery sanctuary of her cunt.

Were those little twitches actually her ovulating for him? It was rare to find a girl willing to let him bareback with the barbed monster he carried between his legs them even if they didn't think they were at risk of getting pregnant. He'd never fucked a hen on Z before. He tried again, dragging his barbed flesh along her naked sex once more. It was like playing an instrument only instead of stringing a cord to get a note; he was plucking a nerve to get an egg to impregnate.

Fuck that was hot.

"Most girls get all fussy when I go in bare." He spoke at a quiet but at a more regular volume as he reached over her flank, paw resting on her tummy to feel the lump of gryphon cock moving back and forth in her belly. "So I appreciate you taking one for the team." He purred, spreading his talons out to either side of that egregious bulge and pressed inward some, changing the dynamic of her channel slightly but notably during the next motion. "Or six or seven." He chuckled cruelly.

For the next minute or two, the devious gryphon continued rooting around in her bare vent, slowly, meticulously exploring every inch of that fine fuckable cavern. The motion was casual enough that he could pause at any moment if needed without anyone the wiser. He even reached over to her basket of bread, taking and spreading a jam over it. Upon bringing it up to his beak, he paused, looking at the baked good before moving it toward her snout in offering. When she didn't respond, he just shrugged and tossed the whole thing into his beak, using the snapping, gulping motion as an excuse to throw a few good vicious thrusts into her tight little snatch at the same time.

Another group had entered the diner, being led off to a table nearby. The feathered male just lifted his glass toward their looks of two 'cuddling' ferals, taking a sip of his whisky while stretching the cunny of this fine little female against his chest. The other group were none the wiser and sat at their own booth, oblivious to the dozens of little lives in Celest's belly just waiting to get started.

"I'll bet you they think you're too small to take the whole thing." Kruze spoke to his unhearing date, returning to his former whispered tone. "I bet you can though." He purred with that wicked undertone. "You just gotta relax girl, take a deep breath-" He drew one in himself as if by way of demonstration, letting it out slowly. "-yeah, like that." His rumble of satisfaction knew no bounds.

Not that she had done anything different, her breathing slow and regular, but he'd placed his paw on her shoulder, gently but firmly gripping. Her cock-stuffed ached by now, her sore muscles having given up dozens of fresh, unfertilized eggs over the several minutes he'd been fucking her. But her soreness was just what he needed to gorge her pussy on the last few inches of gryphon dick.

It wasn't a thrust so much as just a constant, unyielding push- like laying an egg only in reverse! He could feel her muscles resisting the intrusion but he was persistent, holding there. When her body faltered, he'd be there to immediately take advantage of it. Little by little, he felt her pre-slathered cervix give way, one or two barbs flicking in, eager to grease that baby maker with a fresh coat of cum.

There was a critical breaking point he hadn't been fully prepaired for where her gate keeper just became too exhausted to put up a fight any more and when it happened, the rest of him all but fell into the poor hen. A stimulated hissed passed his beak a little more loudly than he intended, drawing a momentary glance from the other table. Kruze stopped sharply as the tip popped inside. In different circumstances, he'd have groaned like a whore at the feeling that followed.

As it was, he had to hold it in and just watch the lump in her tummy sliiiide fully into place as his hips curled into a more provocative posture. It was risky but it was worth it to him to make sure she wore his balls at least for a bit, those churning orbs eager to leave their load right where it could do the most damage.

The next minute or so was just used to calm down and come down off his high. Edging himself like this was quite uncommon for the frisky featherdrake but gawd damn did he want this experience to last just as long as he had the willpower to let it. Even resisting as he was, Kruze nearly soaked her womb in baby batter once or twice on accident as he ground his hips against her lifted tail, unable to stop himself from rubbing those fiendish barbs all over her egg-chamber.

Neither of them had any idea of the havoc he was causing on her poor over stimulated reproductive system. If she came away from this experience with her belly just sagging with his chicks, it would be a miracle.

He'd almost forgot about his food. No, that was a lie; he'd totally forgotten about it- so having Rayzen step up to the table with a plate of steak and 'tatoes and a side bowl of cob-corn caught the big bird a bit off guard. He'd intended to be able to shift back into a more natural stance when anyone came by so the saucy drake was surprised to find himself somewhat stuck in this juicy fertile cocksleeve right when it mattered most. Unable to withdraw his barbs from the grip of her cervix without some notable and, more importantly, noticeable effort, he opted to just stay locked inside her twitching, ovulating womb with his wing bent in a way to_casually_ obscure their copious copulation.

Benefit of being a feral: a tangle of limbs wasn't hard to explain away and, under that delightful skirt of hers, it would take intentionally checking to notice the gryphons churning balls mushed up against the motionless hen's egregious cock-stuffed cunny. His heartbeat thundered in his chest as the plates were slid across the table, feeling as if the raccoon morph's red eyes would catch wind of the deplorable act going on right in front of him.

"All good? Need anythin' else?"

Kruze gave a quick look over, maintaining his cool while simultaneously pinching off a spurt of precum.

"No, looks delicious." He spoke, not really referring to the meal.

"'Eey. Leme know if you need anythin' boss." The 'coon added, pulling out the tab and checking something off on it before wandering over to the newcomers.

The tips of his ears felt hot as he watched the waiter go, those crisp eyes following him while leaning in to his date.

"Gotta be more careful hun. Know you're eager but it'd be all over if we get caught in the act." He chastised the poor girl while sliding the flat of his paw up and down the back of her neck, pretending to use the motion to sooth her. In reality he was using the motion to hide the slight grunting motion of pulling his barbed tip free from the greedy grip of her innermost sanctuary.

The stimulation it caused her was cripplingly impeccable, the strong contraction loosening those lovely eggmakers up right plenty. He let his leaking shaft rest right at the gateway to her egg chamber as the perky male leaned over and began enjoying his meal properly. Like everything else the meat and potatoes was just a ruse, satisfactory perhaps but some exaggerated motions covered up the real meal that was happening down below.

Twice more he'd squeeeeze that oiled shaft past her inner barrier, mmmming his 'bite of food' at the sensation such intense violation rewarded him with. It wasn't long before he'd opened her up to start fucking her womb directly, not that it made his barbs torture her ovaries any less of course. But being sore and swollen afterward wasn't going to be a problem for him so he did it anyway.

The minutes were nibbled away one bite at a time, slowly dragging that monstrous slab of gryphon meat back and forth along her unprotected passage. He even went so far as to 'accidentally' drop a bite below the table so he could reach down between her legs and feel the way her pussy squished and stretched for his penetrating mast. No one was watching so he didn't bother pretending to toss the lost bit of food back on the plate, instead opting to bring his wet talons to his beak to lick the _juices_clean from.

Resting the cleaned talon back over her flank, he casually pet the lump moving in her belly while observing the remains of the meal. Just a few bites left and he'd be done- in more ways than one.

"Almost finished hun." He huffed softly, the talons dancing along her belly fur, hardly able to imagine the chaos going in on in her womb just an inch before their curved tips. "I hope you don't mind if I cum inside you." He leaned in, whispering softly while giving the side of her head a 'loving' kiss. "Wouldn't want to make a mess for the waiter. He's been quite good for us today." He hummed with a sly smirk.

The next motion was rather dangerous in such a public place but, for the grand finale, he was willing to risk it. For her of course. Keeping a close eye on the situation and ready to abort immediately if necessary, the big bird grabbed her tail and hiked it all the way up, bending the poor hen over some. With all senses on high alert, he gave it one last check and shifted over her.

One foreclaw on her, one on the bench, one hind on its knee and the other gripping the cushion; he thrust hard. The force push her tail up all the way, the dirty bird reaching deep into her raw, unprotected pussy. Two, three more good deep jabbing stabs of his cock right into her ripe glove of her purple pussy and...

A clatter of dropped dishwear hit him like a brick to the head. Every fiber of his being bristled out as the knot in his crotch twisted to stop from cumming. It only prevented the first shot, the second contraction just twice as thick, twice as hot, like a rope of molten steel bulging his urethral vein before leaping from the tip like a bolt fired from a over-wound ballista. The exhale of relief that escaped his beak was much louder than intended but the patrons that clapped playfully to ease the tension where looking at the gryphon bull fucking his chicks into a drugged hen so he let it out.

He gave the poor girl several brutal bucks, each one helping hammer his genes home down into those fertile fuck fields, gooping up her insides in a way that would make even a slime beast blush. Those heavy balls exacted through retribution on her dangerously exposed womb for being denied so long, dumping their contents directly into her egg chamber until the lump of gryphon dick disappeared completely under the gentle swell of her cum-swollen midsection. His flared barbs made it even worse, what with their spread tips even holding her oviducts open, letting his seed climb right up inside to help get her as pregnant as possible.

Of course his little wigglers didn't need any help slipping into the dozens and dozens of completely unguarded eggs littering her violated sanctuary. That didn't mean they wouldn't take all the help that was offered to knock up as many of her chicks as they could of course. Her ova would fall victim to the lecherous little sperm with ridiculous ease, tiny little things rigorously wedging their way in against the soft delicate shells of her unfertilized eggs until their tiny, squirming tails slipped beneath the surface to get the feathered female thoroughly pregnant.

Ostensibly the moment only lasted for a few second, the intense sensation of cumming inside her like this, free, bare and remorseless was like another brick to the head that made his vision dim for a heartbeat. He'd tried a variety of substances during his time but that artificial high never quite compared to having careful, meticulous efforts came to a full, satisfying climax in the belly of a gorgeous girl. So much so that he had to shake himself out of it before things went too far and spoiled the beautiful moment.

Settling down was difficult, his plumage all puffed up, hot at his very core and every inch of his body stiff and alert. Eerf... and_sore_, he noted. Settling back down into a more natural posture required sloshing his dick around in the hot squishy mess he'd made between her legs but, once wedged in against the crook of the booth and finished petting her tail back down into a less conspicuous angle, he felt better. Like a kid on crack still, but better.

With that cock stuffed in her pussy plugging up her hole, little of his sticky donation had spilled out, the majority of it now swelling the area just under his paw. He figured a nice casual massage after having her ovaries so utterly ravaged would help sooth her. If nothing else it'd mix up that genetic soup swarming around in her belly and encourage his sperm to impregnate as many of her chicks as possible before they parted.

Ray, being the excellent server that he was, turned up fifteen minutes after he'd finished fucking a brood into the doped up dragoness to check on them. Long since finished, the brazen gryphie drake turned down the offer of desert and paid for the check forthwith. Still a good five to ten minutes before that was done, Kruze wasn't bothered in the slightest. After all, it gave him plenty of time to soften up and slip out of the gorgeous, well-bred slit between her legs, raking his barbs across her naked purple pussy folds one last time.

Clean up would have to wait till later, just stuffing it back in his pants would have to do for now. He considered pulling her panties back down but the idea of having her walking along the street, bare vent exposed and dripping with cum sounded more fun. Rayzen didn't show up after the check had been paid but the generous tip was enough of a closure to encourage the short waiter to keep up the 'good' work.

Getting Celest to start walking was a bit of an effort, it was like pulling an uncooperative horse down the road for a while. But, once she started, the repetitive mechanical motion of just 'walking' made it easy enough to direct the saucy hen where he wanted. Now that 'dinner' was done, it was time to take her to a movie. Something not awful and long enough that the drug could wear off... She'd wake up in the theater with him, perhaps thinking she'd fallen asleep during, perhaps thinking she'd eaten a whole cow with how swollen she was.

Regardless, it would never occur to her that she had his cum swimming around in her pussy fertilizing the exorbitant number of eggs he'd knocked her up with.