Hippogriff's Plunder

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Breeding His Sister by Force

"Dear sister..."

She stiffened, water streaming over her feathers in the large shower, though she had not expected him to be there. Carla cocked her head, the feral hippogriff shivering lightly, her feathers wanting to fluff up, though they were slicked flat to her body, fur soaked and sodden where it was never meant to be water-repellent.

"Er..." She shook water out of her ears, the feathered tufts rising above them. "Yeah, bro? What's up?"

Carla didn't like the tone of his voice, though she could not have said why. Maybe it was because she'd caught his side-long looks when she'd been in heat, how he'd eyed her up a little too intimately when she'd thought she was getting by without detection, avoiding other males in school and, later, college too. She didn't want a mate, not yet, even though she was an adult, her studies too important to her.

It was a shame that they were not as important to others.

Her brother, Priest, was taller than her, bulkier than her: a hippogriff in his prime. His horse half was chunky, as if he was part draft horse, though their parents had been standard and lightly built. She took after her mother with her soft, brown feathers and bay coat, however fluffy she seemed to get in the winter months, while he was darker with grey feathers shot through with black.

It was those differences that would be seen later when the clutch of eggs was hatched.

He stalked into the bathroom as if he owned the place, a smirk on his cocky, yellow beak and a glint in his amber eyes. With a swipe of his wing, he slammed open the shower door, sending her shrieking and squawking away, quivering and skittering on the smooth surface with hooves that were never quite designed to grip such a surface.

"Priest! What the hell are you doing in here? Get out! This isn't funny!"

She shrieked and squawked but even Carla knew that it was a token effort at best, the larger gryphon seeming to tower darkly, cutting through the steam of the bathroom like a hot knife through butter. It was written in the fates and he sucked in greedy breath after breath, her heat heavily laden in the air itself. It was good for him but terrible for her, the hippogriff's equine half boasting a swinging set of balls and a fat fold of an equine sheath.

Carla stiffened. He clicked the edges of his beak together, wings flared, blocking out all escape. Not that there was ever any for her, of course.

"What's wrong, Carla?" He crooned darkly, no longer looking very much like the brother that she had known, if not loved, anymore. "Aren't you happy to see me? I'm here to sate your needs, after all."

Snarling, she snapped, fear making her body, though her hind end was pressed up to the icy cool of the tiled bathroom wall. Trapped, all she could do was put on a show of bravado, skittering and stomping, baring her beak to show off the sharp edges, the hungry pink of her maw.

"No!" She had to try. "Priest, this is not fucking funny. Get out now or I'm telling mom and dad!"

"Honestly, Carla, I'm disappointed in you. You're old enough to know better than to go whining to mommy and daddy now, aren't you? You're in college. You're an adult. That means that it's time for you to give up adult things too... Things that you've been hiding for too long."

She squealed as he lunged, crushing her against the back wall, the shower hissing with water, rushing over her body while her breath caught in her throat. His claws dug into her, Priest not caring whether he hurt her or not at all, his tail growing sodden, whipping and lashing the air in a spray of heavy droplets. The hippogriff stallion snarled, eyes glinting with feral glee, though he knew that there was no one there to hear them: their parents were out. And by the time he left his sister with his seed trickling from her holes, there would be no trace of him. For he was an adult who had one last thing to do in the family home before striking out on his own, his sheath swelling with the thickness of his cock pushing forth, the medial ring plumping up obviously on show.

"You..." He hissed. "You should never have hidden yourself from me. If you had the mark of another male on you - hell, even a female - I would have left you alone. Yet you hid from everyone, even from me, letting yourself ripen and wait, so sweet and not yet plucked."

Her eyes widened, huffing and puffing, though he only leaned into her all the more heavily, ignoring her squirms and restricting her breathing. Carla hacked and coughed.

"This..." His claws trailed over her rump, hissing with raw, crude delight. "This is mine. This should always have been mine. It's time you learned what it is to be a breeding mare for a hippogriff, little whore sister."

She cried out. She wasn't a whore, didn't want it, wanted to get away, yet no words broke her lips as he choked the breath from her lungs. All it took was his weight in just the right spot to weaken her, restricting her breathing without cutting it off entirely, weak and powerless and entirely under his control. There was nothing she could do, not even as he slammed her chest into the wall, forcing her bodily up against it, her back end towards him while his cock eagerly jerked and slapped up against his own underbelly.

"Whore sister... You'll love having a clutch of eggs. If you're a good slut for me, a breeding mare, I'll come back and fuck you full again."

His shaft pressed to her marehood, folds trying to squeeze down, though all Carla managed to do was wink and flex, her heat getting the better of her. Her body wanted one thing, it couldn't help that, while her mind screamed and writhed, battling against the lack of breath with all its might.

"You'll only want my cock from now on...whore sister..."

His tip caught in her folds and pushed in, deflowering her in a crude stroke that her body was only partially prepared for due to her season. Her body was ripe, as he'd said, though Carla could not help but let out a strangled sob, eyes half-closed, beak parted as she tried with all her might to bear through the moment, the pain of the stretch. Her virginity was gone but there was no barrier there to be broken as so many thought there was, having stretched to allow the natural functions of an active hippogriff body over the years. That did not mean that the first time did not hurt when one was not well-prepared, however...

She had to bear through it, head spinning, trying to slip her somewhere far, far away from what was going on. It was wrong, it was so very wrong, yet there was some twisted part of her heat-ridden body that told her that it was good. But that wasn't right - it was against her will! It could not possibly be right when she was being taken like that, grunting as he bore in deeper and deeper, the fat, thick length of his breeding spire coursing deeper, ploughing through her.

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