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Despite it being the night before a busy day, Lekor found himself seemingly unable to fall asleep. It wasn't exceptionally late...yet, but a few extra hours of shuteye certainly weren't going to hurt. His head seemed about as blank as it needed to be, as far as he could tell; filled only with the lingering question of why he wasn't yet asleep. He sighed, thinking that if he could take a deep enough breath and let it out just right it would dislodge whatever tension was keeping him conscious. He was about halfway through the exhale when a knock at his door followed by a chirp from the pager set into the wall made the white and red kaythan release the rest of his breath in a mildly annoyed growl. There was another knock before the senior cadet got up from his nesting bed and answered the door, thinking that it wasn't going to just go away and briefly thinking that his current lack of clothes would stun anyone on the other side enough to let him go back to bed.

Whatever ire he had was completely removed when the door opened and revealed a slightly younger male Kaythan with ornate brown plumage. That plumage looked rather disheveled, and the panicked look on his face made Lekor's anger drain away immediately.

"Ceras?" Lekor asked, bemused, "What are you doing up here at this hour?" He started regretting not slipping into any sort of clothes, out of respect for the junior cadet that had befriended him rather quickly.

"I uh," Ceras started, his cere turning a mild shade of pink, "I got kicked out of my room. Can I come in?"

"Sure!" Lekor replied, calmly, stepping aside to allow his friend entry before closing the door and locking it again, and turning to the brown male, who'd taken a seat on a nearby chair. "Ok, so what happened?"

Ceras' cere turned a deeper pink. "I walked in on Vira when she was getting ready to shower," He began. "I really liked what I saw, but she did not appreciate my drakehood showing my approval."

Lekor couldn't suppress the chuckled that escaped his beak, "Oh?"

"Yeah," Ceras explained, "I went in there thinking I'd have the place to myself, so I was free-feathered, and my cock was a little too big to hide."

In Lekor's defense, the situation sounded so surreal, a tale of tall proportions, even. Despite Ceras calling himself a "breeder," the older cadet couldn't help but laugh a little, "You couldn't hide it?" The look on Ceras' face didn't change, however, and served to sober the red-bellied cadet's laughter. "Sorry, it's just that I've not heard that one before!"

"Well, I'm not exactly a common find," Ceras said, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation.

"Ok, fair, but," Lekor started, feeling a bit more confident than he knew he should, "is it really that big?" As his friend, he knew a way to calm the younger guy down was to get him on a tangent

"I mean, yeah. It is." Ceras squawked, feeling assaulted at the questioning of his malehood. "It's not really meant to be hidden!"

Lekor crossed his arms, his eyes skeptical. He didn't believe him, not to that extent, "That can't have been the only thing that made her kick you out." Sure, Ceras was often overconfident, but this certainly topped it all.

"Want to bet?"

The reply was delivered so flatly that it sucked most of the levity out of Lekor's jab at his friend. It had a certain edge of confidence that wasn't the brown male's usual brand of cockiness. It was certainty one had when making a wager with loaded dice. Ceras heard a challenge and accepted it without question, and now Lekor was caught out in the open. He should back down, he thought, but he was so sure of himself that he called a damn good bluff that he let his own pride prevail, "Yes."

"What if you're wrong?" Ceras asked, a grin forming on the edges of his beak.

The grin made a pit form in Lekor's stomach. Ceras wasn't backing down and seemed to be walking headlong into the trap he set for him. Still, he pushed ahead himself, unable to quell his swelling pride. "The loser has to touch the other's cock and admire it like it is the largest he's ever seen." It got to the point now, that he felt a stirring of anticipation in his loins. Ceras wasn't a bad guy. Quite the opposite, actually, but this was a primal matter of pride, and he could feel the swelling of his red-orange sheath as he thought about the prospect of victory.

"Ok," Ceras said, huffing as he stood up from the chair, feathers fluffing a bit. "But I told you." Ceras unbuttoned his cargo shorts and thrust them down toward his feet. Lekor's beak gaped.

Hanging weightily between the brown male's legs was a pair of orbs that each looked comparable to hand-sized fruits in their own rights. And above them, rested a sheath that had already finished fattening with its owner's own anticipation, but that in itself made the nagging doubts in Lekor's mind reach desperate volumes. Still. He made this bed, and his pride wasn't going to let him back down now, even though he maybe should have. Each male's respective intermittent organ emerged and gorged itself with blood; a pair of stiff, twitching, turgid spires jutting out proudly into the air of the room. Each was adorned with the same series of ridges and glans egging spines, but there was a clear difference in size.

If it could have, Lekor's lower jaw would have hit the floor. Ceras wasn't lying at all. Lekor's friend bested him by nearly fifty percent! And the orbs hanging below it were almost in a class of their own. "Shit." He realized then and there that maybe what Ceras said before was no exaggeration at all. Upon seeing the doubt in Lekor's eyes, Ceras had set a trap of his own for his friend to all too happily swagger into.

"I guess I win, then?" Ceras said, his voice returning to a more familiar cocky tone, "Glad I can get the need since seeing Vira taken care of!"

"Yeah, yeah," Lekor snorted, "Dick."

"Yes, that's what that is," Ceras chuckled, "Now, I believe you have some admiration to dole out."

Lekor rolled his eyes as he knelt on the floor before his friend's twitching member. For some reason, he felt a desire independent of their wager to touch it and he did, feeling a slight chill as he reached up and grasped the girth with one of his taloned hands, "It is really big!"

"No need to be that directly contractual, buddy." Ceras huffed with arousal, a slight hint of a frown around the edges of his beak despite the innate sexual excitement.

"No really," Lekor tried to affirm, "This is huge." He was telling the truth, both as a personal conviction and in fact: Breeders were so rare that only relative handfuls of people have seen them. Most "normal" males didn't have much variance between their penis sizes, and Lekor was fairly confident he himself stood somewhere near the upper bound of that range, but Ceras was a breeder, and was very clearly not restricted to that constraint. He gave it a couple strokes, then switched his grip, so his fourth digit was acting as a second thumb. Oddly, feeling the girth in that way made some of his feathers stand up a little. Maybe because it was a good method for evenly distributing gripping strength and allowed him to accurately feel the pulse helping to fill out Ceras' flesh, or maybe something else.

There was a distinct aroma around Ceras' crotch. It wasn't exactly what Lekor would call spicy, but it was close enough. What he knew for sure was that that after a minute or two of his nares being so close to his friend's shaft, breathing seemed to make a small spark travel down his spine with agonizingly slow pleasure before entering the root of his penis and causing the entire organ to feel impossibly and pleasingly stiff. When he started feeling a slight trickle down the underside of his member, he realized exactly what he was smelling. All Kaythan had pheromones, but breeders like Ceras were rumored to have an exceptionally powerful variety that not only helped them woo hens, but also supposedly had some interesting effects on the male body as well, heightening their arousal and granting an increase in sexual stamina while also causing them to produce more preseminal fluid which would readily leak out during arousal. The rumor was apparently true, but he was sure - as he felt another aroused tremor end in his cock - that it had to be the extent of the rumors, right?

He cast his eyes lower, onto the pair of heavy-looking testicles below Ceras' sheath. Those, too, were inordinately larger, it seemed; each on their own seeming to be nearly the combined diameter of Lekor's own fluff-covered pair. His free hand started to caress them while his first kept playing with the burgundy shaft, earning the senior cadet a shivering croon from his breeder friend. He hefted a little, marveling at just how heavy they seemed to be even for their size. Some lewd thought crossed Lekor's mind about how productive a breeder could be. But there was no way that Ceras could make that much seed... was there?

"Goddess, these too," Lekor said while rubbing the pair of orbs and giving a light, teasing squeeze, "Are they really as potent as I've heard, or was that the part you were embellishing?"

"N-no embellishing," Ceras stammered with a huffing breath as Lekor played with his balls and traced the soft patched of skin that would later engorge into a three-lobed knot characteristic of all males of the species.

"Bullshit."

"Are you doubling..." Ceras paused for a moment, unable to keep a croon from escaping, "...down?"

Lekor stopped his motions, fiery pride in his eyes again as he looked up at his friend, "Maybe I am." Despite knowing Ceras' scent was having some sort of effect, he just couldn't help himself. Maybe he still felt there was a limit to all he'd heard from Ceras about his lineage, or maybe it was actual pure curiosity. Perhaps, a small part of him thought in a back corner, it was both?

Ceras tried to regain some composure, though his shaft was twitching in need and leaking his own copious lube, "On what, exactly?"

"Breeders are supposed to be quick to rebound," Lekor huffed feeling another electric tingle make his penis twitch as well and leak another bead of pre. He hefted Ceras' heavy balls again for emphasis, "in part due to these."

"It's not just rebound..." Ceras tried to warn, despite the horny thoughts in his head thanks in part to his friend toying with his junk, "It's a lot, too."

"Hah!" Lekor said, finding himself a momentary case of sobriety from the rising arousal in his quarters to the point that he stood up away from the meaty mast jutting from Ceras's protective pocket of fluff. This was getting to be a tall order for the junior cadet, one that he was sure he'd win now.

"Fine," Ceras growled with some amount of sexual frustration that was steadily growing, "I'll prove it, but I get to choose how."

"Fine by me!" Lekor chirped, proudly standing before his friend, their leaking shafts almost touching. "If you fail, you have to give me a hand job and clean it up after."

"Ok," Ceras growled and, with surprising speed, grappled his friend and fling them both onto the nest with Ceras on top. "If I succeed, you have to wear every drop of my cum; I'll mark you as my 'hen' for the night."

Lekor's was wholly unprepared for being thrown into his own bed and found himself unable to fight back despite being one of the best hand-to-hand combatants on campus. Even then, the instinctual resistance he did feel died as Ceras pinned him, only able to utter a weak "eep"

"As for how I'm proving it," Ceras ground his hips and member against Lekor's, "like this, and you're going to wear the first round anyway..."

Lekor huffed and felt his cere flush as his friend ground against him. The situation had progressed far in an extremely short time, but he still couldn't find it within him to say no to his friend. Plus, a bet was a bet, which he affirmed as his hand reached up to grab Ceras' hips while lewdly growling, "Deal."

Ceras gave a short chuckle that seemed to change with how lustful events had become. He started grinding again; pressing his considerable endowment against Lekor with a slow, firm thrust that forced it both against his own penis and the fluffy plumage of his sheath and belly. He could feel the weight of the breeder's orbs rest over his own; no doubt completely obstructing his with their mass as he felt the burdensome weight on his privates. The senior cadet looked down between his and Ceras's bodies, and he felt the blush on his cere get so hot he was surprised that he wasn't getting a nosebleed.

Despite Ceras having proven that he was most definitely a well-hung breeder as he claimed, Lekor seeing his member pressed together with the monster gave him an entirely new thrill. He inhaled again and felt another electric chill and this time watched as it culminated in another dribble of pre from his urethra. Meanwhile, Ceras' tool was beginning to freely drool, and the sight, as he watched and felt yet another grinding thrust from his friend, seemed to flip a switch in his loins, making his cock start a small, but continuous trickle of his own male lube.

For his part, Ceras was already enjoying the contact. The soft down on Lekor's crotch coupled with feeling the stiffness of the other male's member along with the knowledge that his prize was basically a promise for him was doing wonders for his arousal right now. He felt their balls mingle, grinning internally as he felt his sack overtake Lekor's while they rubbed. He started grinding and thrusting faster, unable to keep himself in check for much longer. It wasn't the point anyhow; he was going to cum all over his friend, win the bet, then cum on him again to mark him for good measure. That was the goal! He shifted the weight of his torso to just his right arm so his left was free to reach under and dig around a bit to find Lekor's balls. Despite not being a breeder, Ceras found himself impressed by his friend's package to a degree, and somewhat secretly hoped his friend wasn't a holotype for the "normal" drakes of the species.

Lekor's ears perked when he heard a deep, lustful growl from the other male pinning him. They were almost the same body size, yet Ceras was decidedly the one in control right now. His cere blushed harder when he felt his friend's hand massage his orbs and it certainly was making him feel something! He watched as their respective shafts ground on each other, leaking their juices, then made the mistake of looking back up at his friend and catching his eyes. It was only a brief moment, but it made him freeze his head for a moment in some form of desire, though he was suddenly and distinctly aware that was also eagerly pressing up and grinding on Ceras of his own accord as well. They paused for a second, then looked down their bodies together as they each started grinding on each other again, but not before Ceras removed his hand from Lekor's package so he could have some more stability.

Ceras' growling started to hitch after a few more moments of mutual pressing and shifting and Lekor's eyes widened as he watched the mass starting to swell at the base of Ceras' shaft. Ceras already had a formidable girth, but the three lobed knot that took shape seemed to be the reproductive organ equivalent to a wrecking ball. It was obvious what was coming, and he used the grip he still held on his friend's hips to grind harder on him, the slickened flesh of each male's penis rubbing against the body and shaft of the other until Ceras tensed up and started to let out a short, rather primal cawing sound. Lekor only received two warnings after that.

The first was seeing Ceras' shaft give a dry but strong throb, the egging spines on the crown of his glans only momentarily giving a weak attempt at standing out from the flesh. The second was a strangely enjoyable feeling against his own orbs as Ceras' testicles clenched their cremaster muscles and lifted themselves with an insistent rhythm. Those warnings, however, gave little time for response, as the next moment a large, white mass enthusiastically sprang out of the junior cadet's member... and nailed Lekor square in the middle of the forehead. He recoiled in shock, unable to keep his beak closed from a sudden gasp as his chin and neck were wetted next with the end of the first excited spurt from the breeder. The subsequent spurts began to soak Lekor's belly fluff as Ceras pressed himself hard against his friend in orgasmic bliss. Sometime around what felt like a solid minute into the orgasm Ceras was huffing through, another strong spurt landed part of itself into Lekor's beak, which had still remained open from surprise. The strong flavor brought his head back to the matter at hand, though not before he swallowed on reflex. He looked back up to see Ceras's face scrunched with the pleasured effort of release and he had the briefest thought that it was somewhat cute that such a virile and endowed guy that was absolutely bursting at the seams with male hormones made such an adorable face with he came. Speaking of which...

Lekor looked down when he heard Ceras take a relaxed breath. Lekor's chest and belly felt warm, wet, and sticky. He looked down and noted with surprise that almost all of the easily accessible areas of his ventral body were covered by the breeder's semen to some extent. Lekor didn't really have the mind to estimate the volume, but it was certainly a lot! It was very impressive, but that also meant one thing.

"Innim dammit," The senior cadet said softly, still taking in the damage.

"I did say it was a lot," Ceras admonished belatedly, his voice still shaky from his orgasm.

"Oh, shut up," Lekor said half-jokingly, "That was only half of the bet..."

"Shut up?" Ceras said with a wicked grin, "But I simply must know what you've heard about my rebound!"

"I've heard it was quick, but-"

"fifteen minutes," Ceras interrupted.

Lekor was incredulous, "No way."

The breeder shrugged, "Ok, it's closer to like sixteen or seventeen minutes, but it's pretty close to there, and it's a full rebound, too!"

"Okay," Lekor said with a frown while pushing Ceras off of him a little, "I know I've been pretty wrong so far, but there's no way."

"How long do you think, then?" Ceras countered, lifting his body away and grinning at the mess he'd made of his friend's front so far once he was able to see it more clearly. He also noted that Lekor's blush seemed to strengthen again.

"Uh," Lekor stammered when the sudden lack of Ceras's shadow made seeing the breeder's mess easier, "it's gotta be at least thirty minutes or an hour. And there's no way it's gonna be as much as this again! It can't be!"

"Ok, I'm still keeping my fifteen," Ceras affirmed, "but either way, we have some time to kill before then."

"Well, I think I need a shower," Lekor puffed, noting his fiery chest and belly where the fluff was already starting to clump.

"Okay," Ceras snorted, "not that it'll matter much, but you do what you have to do."

Lekor scowled at his friend when he saw the sly grin on the breeder's beak. Awfully cocky buzzard, but Goddess if he didn't earn it thus far. The fire-bellied male rolled off of the bed and onto his feet, before padding into the bathroom to clean up. The proceeding shower wouldn't have taken too terribly long; just a simple matter of lathering feather shampoo into his feathers and rinsing it out while being sure all of the little beads of semen that had clumped up from the water were emulsified and washed out. However, the senior cadet found his head wandering quite a bit, and attempts to focus his thoughts only seemed to be in service of settling his mind onto very recent events in his bed. The thoughts made his legs weak, and the drake lost himself in his thoughts for a time while his sheath started to swell slightly again.

Ceras was busy looking intently at a collection of choice images in his personal data comm when the corner of his vision caught his friend stepping out of the bathroom. He was fairly clean now, aside from having that slight disheveled look one's body feathers had right after drying off. The brown male looked at the time readout on his comm and grinned. Right on time, it seemed; he was starting to feel a bit excited again. He sat up, legs splayed to show off his endowment to his friend, "ready to lose the bet?"

"Please," Lekor huffed and rolled his eyes, "if I lose, I'll wear it all night!"

Ceras barked a laugh, "Fine by me! Get over here!"

The white and red Kaythan did just that, and joined his friend on the nest bed, though this time he made sure to push his virile buddy onto his back and took up the to position this time. He growled trying to channel how his friend acted the first time, "though when I win, I think I'm going to enjoy a good beak job from you and then back in glory when you swallow my cum." He started to grind his hips against Ceras', making sure to rub their genitals together just as the brown stud had done. Ceras seemed to already have a swollen sheath, and it didn't take long for both males to reach full mast again. Lekor did find particular fun in feeling both Ceras and himself grow erect against each other. With himself on top right now, though, he had the option of rubbing himself against that larger set of equipment rather than the other way around and a small purr that left his throat let his fanciful enjoyment be known.

Ceras growled back at his friend as he worked them both up into proper arousal. When his brutish member lay stiffly with Lekor's smaller one he gave a few grinding motions of his own before grabbing the senior cadet by the hips and shoulders and stopped the motions. When Lekor looked down in puzzlement, Ceras shifted his body and pushes against Lekor's left side, pitching the pair to the side and causing them to roll together until Ceras was once again on top, "I hope you don't mind, but I found it very easy to get off the last time like this."

Lekor chirped in surprise as he was rolled onto his back and pinned again, losing his prime position. Though he couldn't find it in him to complain... much. He could smell Ceras' scent again and it made a chill run through his body like it had the first time. Those pheromones were something for sure! He breathed it in again and grinned a little to himself as he felt his shaft twitch in enhanced arousal and a bead of pre squeeze itself out of his urethra. The white and red male looked between their bodies and watched the lube leaked out, before looking back up to his friend pinning, "N-no, it's fine!" Goddess, he was getting really turned on; it was getting a little tough to enunciate some words. Granted, the Kaythan language was fairly complicated, but a "no" shouldn't be too hard! Though speaking of hard...

"Good..." Ceras growled, ending it with a huff as he started one of those deliciously long, grinding body slides that started the first horny round of the current bet. The breeder decided that he'd change it up a bit this time, eventually, and kept his hands firmly pinning Lekor by the shoulders as he started to grind more insistently. Their shafts slicked by one another and Ceras made it a point to keep the contact as slow and constant as possible.

For some reason, Lekor found himself easily as excited as he had been during the last round, not that it was a bad thing! He reached to grab at his friend's hips while said friend gave another long and slow stroke with his hips and his shaft tingled with small lances of pleasure as each male's respective member slid against the other. Ceras' heavy balls rode over Lekor's more modest sack, which again gave Lekor a feel of the exotic. But the breeder kept going, those supposedly productive orbs starting to slide over the senior cadet's shaft and tickle it with scrotum fluff. Were breeders supposed to be this good at pushing people's buttons?

Ceras huffed and growled his arousal at his friend. He could smell Lekor's arousal in his own set of pheromones; it was a pleasant scent, though not as potent as his own, he knew. It was nice to know Lekor was at least enjoying this somewhat, maybe more than he was letting on. He started grinding harder, enjoying the feel of his balls pressing against his friend's own scrotum. The breeder shifted his position a little so their shafts would rub more directly against each other's belly and their balls got a little more intimate.

Lekor started pressing up against his friend's hips and belly, offering his own grinding motions to the oddly pleasing act they were partaking in. He briefly thought that he was being a bit more enthusiastic this time around, but overall didn't think much of it, though he did blush when he caught himself in the middle of letting out a moaning growl of his own heightening arousal. Ceras seemed to grin at him; far from judging and maybe even encouraging it! His shoulders and wings were starting to get a little sore, though, and he let off another moan that, while pleasured, conveyed some of that stress.

Like the friend he was, Ceras complied with his friend's request and moved his left hand down to Lekor's own hip. It did give him quite a bit of nice leverage, though, so he wasn't going to complain. Rather he started feeling growing desire and began grinding and thrusting harder as a result. He started growling louder and directed the lust it contained more toward his friend with each successive thrust. He shifted his thrusts so his cock was more directly rubbing in Lekor's, only to shift again so that he was grinding on the other side of the senior cadet's belly while feeling as his own belly fluff was rubbed and brushed by the other male's member. Caught up in the moment, Ceras leaned down so his head was off to the right of Lekor's, allowing his increasingly lewd growling more direct access to his friend's ear.

Lekor shivered as Ceras switched grinding positions. The white and red male ground up against Ceras again, if only to encourage his friend. Though, he had to admit he was feeling much more excited this time. He almost moved to catch what he thought was Ceras losing leverage and falling, only to realize a moment later what it was when he heard Ceras growling right into his ear. He blushed harder than ever at that point and felt a larger, more excited thrill shoot down his spine and make his breeding flesh give an especially hard jerk and spurt of pre. There was plenty of that stuff, now, so much so, that Lekor could hear small slipping noises as Ceras rubbed his shaft through the fiery male's belly fluff. At least, he could before Ceras started filling his ear with that oddly attractive growl. What the hell, he thought, this was getting to be quite a turn so he might well enjoy it. He let out his own growl, not holding back on any lustful notes he thought he could or should include.

Ceras huffed and growled some more, growing his grinding thrusts in their intensity until he was just outside the danger zone of losing the rhythm with his friend. Lekor started growling in his own ear in return, and a brief, trilling within his next guttural exhale made it known that the effort didn't go unnoticed. It was getting hard to hold back though, and that was becoming all the clearer to him as he felt the beginnings of his body starting to divert blood into the erectile tissue of his knot. It was going to happen soon; he was going to spill his seed all over his friend's belly and mark him with the scent. In some respects, he was going to claim victory and seed mark his "hen," and part of him wanted to rub that information in against his buddy, "Rff, you're gonna be marked like my hen tonight!"

Lekor was starting to have quite a bit of fun with all the lustful, carefree growling between himself and Ceras. So much so he almost didn't notice the flowing and swelling feeling as his own knot started to form. Part of him was curious from when he had first touched Ceras' jewels, and so he allowed that curiosity to guide one of his hands down between their crotches. It took a bit of fumbling, but Lekor was finally able to hold as much of the breeder's balls in his hand as was physically possible. He growled louder and harder to his friend, trying to tease him with the fact that he literally had him by the balls. With each passing second of their rough grinding, Lekor's forming knot brought with it increased sensitivity while he felt the knot of the breeder form against him as well. He felt the large balls impart of inertia into his hand, heard Ceras's growl and tell him that he was going to be marked, claimed in scent by the breeder lewdly rubbing against his body. He let out a loud, growling moan as his drakehood started to throb and he felt the shifting balls on balls when his own cremaster muscles engaged...

Ceras let out a loud and proud caw just before letting loose. For security, his beak found purchase in his friend's shoulder and clamped down a little, though not enough to seriously harm Lekor. No, instead, it served to further stake his claim to his friend as his thick penis began to throb heavily, his balls jumping with harsh contractions to send all that they promised to give in seizing both victory and reward of the wager.

The resulting deluge of thick, wet warmth made both Kaythan cadets clutch each other tightly to ride out the climax of their bet. Lekor blushed and moaned again and louder when he felt how hard his friend's scrotum contracted with each pulse of seed that eagerly plastered his ventral plumage. Ceras, on the other hand, kept spurting hefty pulses, eager to claim his "hen" and bask in the glory of a bet well won. All good things come to an end, though, and this was no exception; Ceras' release tapering off after a few minutes of good, honest ejaculation just before the breeder allowed his weight to rest on his friend.

Lekor panted as he attempted to take stock of what just happened, only finding enough brain power to realize that he'd gotten off when Ceras had started saying something about claiming him like a hen. The first movements of scrotum on scrotum were his own orbs jumping excitedly in lustful, aroused joy at the act he'd performed with his friend. He couldn't have been blamed for almost missing it, though. Ceras' own deluge had mostly overshadowed what Lekor's balls and associated reproductive glands could eject out of his urethra. Once the two males parted enough, a quick check confirmed that Lekor was wholly covered in Ceras' seed from the neck to his legs and the scent he soon started to smell was heavy on the breeder's scent. He removed his hand from his companion's weighty sack and shifted it out from between their bodies.

"I guess you're indeed my hen for the night," Ceras said after he removed his beak's hold on Lekor's shoulder.

"Shut up," Lekor said, "I'll get you back another day." Despite his apparent defensive attitude, the senior cadet couldn't deny that the whole experience excited him. He found that his quick check had turned into full-on attention-grabbed stare, a part of him luxuriating in the feeling of the warm Kaythan seminal fluid soaking into his feathers

"Did I make my hen like it enough to cum too?" Lekor heard Ceras say, drawing Lekor out of his trance. The older Kaythan looked up a little to see that Ceras was also admiring his handiwork and had noticed a few choice strands of white originating from the senior cadet's own urethral opening.

Lekor couldn't hide the hot blush that was certainly making the entirety of his cere as red as the feathers on the leading edge of Ceras' wing-arms. He swallowed the brief defensive flare from his friend's words, unsure if they were intentional ribbing, and decided to play it straight, "Yes..." To Lekor's surprise, Ceras chuckled only slightly but leaned down to nuzzle the side of his friend's face.

"No hard feelings," the younger cadet said as he preened Lekor's left ear, "about any of this?"

"No," Lekor sighed, as another aftershock of sexual pleasure trembled through his body, "not really."

"Good," Ceras purred, then gave another teasing grind against his friend. A pit formed in Lekor's stomach and his eyes widened for a moment. No fucking way! It was only that one thrust, though, before Ceras started to lift his lower body away and shift to the side. "I hope my hen doesn't mind if I stay the night like this."

Lekor shivered again, then rolled into the "little spoon" position, his rump pressed tightly against his friend's impressive equipment in lieu of a verbal response. It was almost eerie how calming everything was now; the feel of the warmth and stickiness of the semen on his front, the scent of it that filled his nares with each inhale that told him he was marked by his friend's very strong sexual scent, and the feel of the very reproductive system that had done it pressed against his backside all made him want to drift off to sleep. He did just that after a few minutes, feeling Ceras' arm wrap around his chest as both males' members retreated into their sheaths for the night. Lekor was going to need extra time in the morning to get around for his duties, but it felt worth it. And, who knew, maybe he could get that damned cocky breeder to help clean up his mess...