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- - -Getting his mind right- - -

The sound of hooves making muffled clops on a comfortably thick rug drifted softly through the cozy, tastefully appointed room. It was intended for a small party, no more than a little over a dozen people of average size. There was plenty of seating on large, comfortable chairs and sofas--all very plush and sturdy while showing rather intricate detailing in the supporting woodwork. It was a terribly comfortable, warmly intimate setting; a place where anyone should feel welcome. Yet, the buck pacing back and forth seemed on edge, clearly nervous about something.

"Just relax. It's going to be fine. There's no reason to be anxious." said the deer.

He continued to pace, his hoof-fingers fidgeting about as he tried to calm himself for what was to come in relatively short order. He had a practice that he tended to indulge in for such events, but he decided it might be best to wait until closer to the start of the evening's festivities to partake. It would ensure he wouldn't use up what he had set aside for the gathering too quickly, and it meant he would be clear-headed enough to ensure he wouldn't accidentally forget anything. The mixture he had prepared for tonight was decidedly on the more potent end of the spectrum.

The tall, wooden clock just next to the double doors leading out ticked away quietly. Its pendulum swung back and forth measuring out the time. Occasionally, the buck would stop and gaze at the swinging weight, finding comfort and peace in its steady, near-constant operation. Now though, he was more interested in what digits the arms pointed at up on the face. It was approaching nine in the evening. That was the appointed time, and it was drawing near.

"They'll all show up, we'll have a little time to mingle, chat, and enjoy some drinks and snacks. Then we'll move on to the real celebration," the buck said, "It's going to be fine. They all agreed to it. They asked their questions and had their concerns addressed. They gave their blessing. Stop being so nervous about it."

He turned about again and his ears twitched, twisting this way and that to drink in the sound that came from the other side of the double doors. Not everyone had arrived just yet, but there was still time. Some were coming from a pretty substantial distance, but they all promised a prompt arrival. The buck's eyes shifted from the doors to the clock again, showing fifteen minutes remaining until the specified time. The deer huffed a little and decided he had just about had enough. The anxiety just would not do. It was not how he wanted to present to his friends.

"Screw it, it's close enough to time. I'm going to go ahead and get my mind right." he said to himself.

With the decision made, he turned about and headed back to a large love seat, comfortably larger than the buck's immodest hips. He adjusted his green wool leggings and matching loin cloth, making sure everything wasn't too tight or difficult to contend with. It would be embarrassing if he had a wardrobe malfunction while in an altered state. He then turned his attention to what stood on the end table to one side of the love seat.

There stood a bubble pipe, beautifully crafted by a master glass blower. It was covered in intricate designs representing the beauty of nature. There was already water in the bottle at the bottom with a selection of sliced fruits adding their flavor. At the top was a tray with a series of fine holes leading down into the neck it sat upon. The deer peered over his glasses as he reached into one of a collection of small pouches sitting on the end table next to the bubble pipe. The first--and visibly the most full of the group--contained a mass of dried, dull-green leaves, all neatly shredded into thin ribbons and rolled into little tumbleweed-like shapes. The buck collected a couple of the little nests and lifted them to the bowl at the top of the bubble pipe. There he ran his fingers back and forth, fluffing the shredded leaves so they would take heat much more easily and allow air to pass through without any trouble.

Once he was satisfied with the amount, he lifted a similarly sized tray and placed it carefully on top. In this tray--similarly perforated but with larger holes in the bottom and along the sides--rest a collection of small stones, all identical in shape and size, and each one possessing a glyph carved into it. The buck wove together a few threads of magic between his fingers and tapped each stone. A soft blue light shined from the glyph carvings before shifting to a warm orange-red. As the fire-like light spread over the stones, consuming them completely, heat began to rise off of them, providing all the thermal energy needed to use the intricate device but without the danger of using actual fire.

The stones were actually the deer's creation, seeking a means to provide light and heat without the danger of fire. Actual flames still had their use, but when it was an unwelcome risk, these stones would do very nicely--like in a hookah. Once the stones had reached the desired temperature, the faint smell of little hints of the herb burning away gently began to drift through the air. The buck watched carefully as he made sure all was functioning as it should, then he reached down and traced two of his fingers along a select few of the intricate curves within the nature-celebrating design on the vase. A few more threads of magic were twirled about and sent into the glass, activating the spell work etched into the branches, loops, and curves of the pattern. A soft, pale-blue light spread through the glass, then faded just before a thick clouding of condensation formed along the surface of the vase. The water inside was near instantly chilled down nicely, ensuring that the air that bubbled through it would be pleasantly cooled.

With that, the buck collected the handle at the end of one of the hoses and lifted the mouth piece to his lips. He gently sucked on the end of the tube--metal sculpted such that it would look like the user was kissing a tiny stag--and felt the initial mild rush from the first puff of smoke. The vase bubbled and a cloud of white smoke filled the air above the water before reaching his lips. A mild euphoria began to spread through the buck's form, leading to a gentle loosening of his muscles and relaxing of his joints. Everything settled and calmed as his heart rate began to slow. The buck half-lidded his eyes and sighed, breathing out the first cloud of smoke of the evening. A slight smile tugged on his lips.

"There we go... that's a bit better. Just take it slowly, Az. You don't need to get ahead of yourself. You've got plenty of time." the buck said to himself.

- - -The party starts- - -

The buck took all fifteen minutes to really soak up the soothing effect of the 'magical herb'. Some might describe it as clouding one's mind, but for the deer, it provided a sense of clarity for certain thoughts while silencing some of the more unpleasant ones. He drank it in and let it relax him completely--among other interesting effects it had on him. When the grandfather clock chimed gently that it had turned nine in the evening, a few more threads of magic were strung between the buck's fingers, turned about into a lovely little unseen pattern, then raced off into the world to have the spell's desired result.

The two sliding doors that had sealed off the room from the rest of the building shimmered with a soft blue light, then slowly slid open. A group of twelve stood in the very rustic dining room of the buck's inn, all chatting and waiting patiently for the hour to turn. The round wooden tables they stood amongst had their chairs turned up on top, indicating that the dining room was closed. This was intended to be a private gathering after all. The opening of the doors caught everyone's attention and they turned their heads to see the now available entrance. The dozen guests all approached, pleased that their punctuality was being rewarded.

"Right on time, as usual." said one from the group.

No one else spoke for a brief moment. Instead, they all fell silent as they filtered into the room and spread out so they could lay eyes on their host--and there was quite a sight to lay eyes on.

"Welcome everyone!" said the buck in a warm, soothing tone.

He sat in the love seat next to the bubble pipe, taking the occasional puff from it. The green leggings and loin cloth were gone. One couldn't have a wardrobe malfunction if there was no wardrobe to malfunction, the thought. The only thing he wore were his exquisitely slim glasses. Along with them, he wore an expression of content and ease that was being ignored at the moment in favor of the lack of clothing directing everyone's attention further down. His soft, slightly plump frame was a thing to appreciate, giving the deer a slightly effeminate shape he had come to enjoy. He intended to see if he might enjoy exaggerating that shape a bit more.

The buck's strong thighs were well spread as he reclined comfortably in place. The posture left his groin completely on display, including the rather sizable shaft standing proudly out and away from him. It was almost perfectly perpendicular to the angle of his back, ensuring that it would be impossible to ignore the long, dark thing. It was larger around than one of his forearms and roughly as long, meaning it would be quite a challenge for the average partner to accept. It drooled just ever so slightly and were someone to study it long enough, they would notice the spire pulsing very faintly. Below sat two large, plump orbs covered in the same warm fluff the rest of the deer was wrapped in, supplying the grand mast with a hearty reservoir of seed should someone wish to 'drink straight from the tap'.

"Getting started a bit early, are we, Azerith?" asked someone from the group.

The buck's green eyes sparkled a little at the question. They had taken on a soft emerald glow after several puffs on the bubble pipe. He liked to think of it as 'clearing his vision'. It served as an easy marker for others to read him as 'enhanced' rather than sober. It meant he would be in a more easygoing mood.

"I decided to get a jump on enjoying myself, yes. I'm always in a much better state to entertain when I've partaken at least a bit," Az replied, then grinned a little, "You're welcome to a bit of it yourself if you're interested."

"Maybe in a little while," answered the one who had asked, offering a chuckle of amusement, "Are we to undress as well?"

"Absolutely," the buck responded, "Make yourselves as comfortable as you like. Clothing is entirely optional, and it will only get in the way of what the evening holds for us."

Another little spell was weaved in the buck's fingers then sent out to do its work. It was very similar to the previous one, only this time the doors slid closed, providing the group with whatever privacy their modesty might demand. No one seemed bothered by the fact that the doors were locked. They knew what they were getting into. The act was more for privacy than imprisonment after all.

As the buck had encouraged, the group began to undress. It was a fairly diverse gathering; many different species of varying genders. Az did not discriminate when it came to the sort of company he kept except when it came to the quality of one's personality. Conversation started back up--just as casual as it had been outside in the dining room of the cottage-like inn run by the very mellow buck. The drinks and food that had been provided were spotted and everyone began to partake.

Meanwhile, the deer sat comfortably in his spot, watching everyone settle in and begin to enjoy themselves. It pleased him to no end to see his friends all relishing his hospitality, but the offering he provided was certainly not limited to mere food and drink. The festivities were only just getting started. While Az watched his guests talk, eat, and drink, he sat with a quiet, peaceful smile on his muzzle, taking a pull from the bubble pipe from time to time. With no real concern that anyone would be disturbed by the act, he even stroked along his impressive length, pleasuring himself there in front of the entire group.

They had come to expect this sort of thing from Azerith, especially while he was enjoying the smoke of the leaves he so expertly cultivated. They did find it strange, however, that he had not actually pushed himself entirely to climax. It was not at all unexpected to discover the buck well into a session of indulgence such as this with a sizable puddle of sticky white between his rather large hooves. So far, everything was dry and clean under-paw--for the most part. The gentle leaking had made a few dark spots in the rug. His restraint was noted by a wolf of rich grey who approached to discuss the matter.

"Is this seat taken?" the lupine asked as he gestured to the space next to the deer.

"By anyone who wishes to have it," Azerith replied, patting the empty cushion next to him, "It's yours if you like, Tanner."

"I think I would," the wolf said and turned about, then lowered himself into the open spot, "My thanks."

"You are most welcome." the buck offered.

Azerith then reached out with his arm and wrapped it comfortable around the lupine's shoulders. With a little tug, he dragged Tanner in for a firm yet affectionate cuddle, even going so far as to pressing the end of his muzzle against the fellow's cheek to give him a little kiss. At least, that was the intention. Tanner turned his head a little too quickly for it to land where intended, resulting in their muzzles meeting. What was supposed to be a tender, brief moment of slightly less than chaste affection became a rather lovely, slow, passionate experience. Their lips remained pressed together as the seconds ticked by. A soft, happy, little rumble rose up out of the wolf while a satisfied hum from the buck answered him. Finally, after a comfortably lengthy kiss, the two separated.

"Mmm, I do very much enjoy your style of hospitality." Tanner said.

"I'm glad to hear it. Just let me know if there is anything else I can do that you would enjoy." Azerith replied.

"Oh I'm sure you'll think of something before I have a chance, especially since I can taste that on your breath," the wolf said, gesturing to the bubble pipe, "Which has me wondering something. Usually when you're indulging in that, you're also usually indulging in this."

The lupine fellow reached forward and gripped the buck's generous spire. He squeezed it fondly and stroked up along the smooth length in a slow, deliberate motion, then back down. He repeated the action as if to help push the deer further towards that sticky result that had yet to be offered. It brought a louder hum of pleasure from Azerith and he tipped his head back a little while his softly glowing green eyes closed.

"Mmm, you can just continue that as much as you like... and I thought it was better to save everything for the party. No sense in wasting it when I know so many who would prefer to make as good of use of it as they might want." the buck answered.

"I see... showing some uncharacteristic restraint. I'm impressed." Tanner said.

"I can muster it in the name of delayed gratification when necessary, though I am eager to carry on. I've let everyone mingle for a bit already. How much longer before I can get to the next bit of fun without it coming off as tacky or selfish?" Azerith asked.

"It's your party, and everyone here knows what they're getting into. I think we're all just taking our lead from you." the wolf answered.

"Well then in that case, let's not stand on ceremony." the buck said.

Azerith replaced the pipe he had been casually drawing on throughout the last half hour or so, having been extremely patient to wait an additional fifteen minutes after the appointed hour. His now free hand twirled in the air to fashion a few more threads of magic into a new spell. This one snapped into place, gently lifting the perforated metal tray holding the heated stones into the air. It exposed the shredded leaves underneath. A portion of them had already been singed and darkened through use, but a surprisingly small amount had been consumed.

The deer reached into the second pouch and brought up a pinch of a new herb mixture. He sprinkled it along the top of the leaves already present, ensuring this new addition would be consumed almost immediately and for a relatively brief amount of time. The heating tray was replaced and the pipe handle was collected again. Azerith blew gently into the pipe to clear the small cloud of smoke hovering over the water inside the vase, and pulled again, stopping just short of the new cloud reaching the hose.

"I should warn you, I may have made this batch a little more potent than the last. The effect could be... a little overwhelming," the buck explained, "You remember what happened last time, don't you?"

"I remember that it was rather fun," Tanner said, "Nothing to regret. If you're trying to warn me that it will make me--hell, all of us--more susceptible to the power of suggestion, you can relax. We've all been over this. We trust you."

"Even if I end up getting a little greedy?" Azerith asked.

"Even then. You were pretty sure to get everyone's consent the last time, and I'd say you've certainly got it from all of us this time. We wouldn't be here otherwise." the wolf answered.

"Very well. I just wanted to make sure. One can't be too cautious when dealing with what we're about to do." the buck said.

Without another word, he put the mouthpiece between his lips and pulled. The thick smoke raced up from the vase into his mouth and poured into his lungs. It carried with it the sweet and citrus taste of the fruit in the chilled water, along with the desired effect of the added herbs. Azerith felt it tingling in his chest and he held his breath for the moment. He took his lips off the mouthpiece, turned, and kissed the wolf again. Tanner happily accepted the gesture, and the buck exhaled slowly into his mouth, breathing the potent smoke into him.

The same fruity taste filled Tanner's mouth and he rumbled in delight just before he tried to inhale, letting the smoke reach deep into him. The same tingle that the buck had felt began to seep into the wolf, only this time spreading further through his form. The kiss lasted for only a few moments before thin trickles of the grassy, fruity cloud being shared between them seeped out of their nostrils. When at last they pulled away, Tanner exhaled in a satisfied sigh. Oddly, the smoke that escaped him wasn't nearly as thick or opaque as what the buck breathed out, though there was certainly more of it. The lupine's eyes glazed slowly as a soft green hue began to shine around his dark brown pools.

"Mmm, that's pretty good... hits fast..." Tanner said in a smoothly mellow voice.

"It does indeed. I think you might like some more." Azerith replied.

"I think I might like some more." Tanner echoed, half of his own accord to signal his interest, and half from the curious effect already working its way through him.

The buck took another pull from the bubble pipe, this time getting a bit fuller lungful of the new herb, and returned to kiss the wolf again. This time, he set the handle back down and brought both of his palms to cup against the lupine's cheeks, holding him in place as they began to slowly grind against one another. The second wave of fruit and grass poured into Tanner and he accepted it without hesitation. He growled pleasantly and reached about to wrap his arms around the buck, then backed one of his arms away, returning the hand-paw to the large, black spire still desperately needing attention. It drooled away more heavily as it received tender love from a welcome companion and from the buck's already well-risen libido rising even higher, just as he did.

For several moments, they remained in such an intimate embrace. It was just long enough for the buck to finally tense up and squeeze his eyes shut. A soft, half-hearted spurt rushed out of his length. It was a gentle climax, far less than he was capable of, but it was certainly enough to make a pretty good little mess on the rug between his hooves. Azerith shuddered as his length twitched but gave no more. Clearly it was dissatisfied with so little attention. It would only grant the buck the extraordinary pleasure it could if it were to be shown a proper good time.

"Mmm, I'd say that's a nice way to start things off, but you're only one, and we have so many other guests to help enjoy themselves." the buck said.

"Shall I 'spread the good word', master druid?" Tanner asked, slipping into a slightly formal way of speaking if only to sound a little silly.

Azerith nodded, took another puff from the bubble pipe and shared it with the wolf. It took every ounce of restraint they both could muster, but they managed to not slip back into making out. Tanner hesitantly climbed back out of the love seat--still holding his breath--and moved towards another of the guests, ready to share his buzz with his target. Meanwhile, the buck took another strong pull on the pipe and held the breath for a moment. Once he had received another wave of that lovely tingle in his chest, he tipped his head back and blew out the thick, fog-like cloud.

A few threads of magic were sent along with the exhale, weaving themselves into a complex pattern that would prevent the smoke from diffusing throughout the entire room. It would not do for it to become so diluted that everyone couldn't enjoy in it as swiftly as the buck desired. The cloud spread over the dozen guests and began to settle around them, remaining just low enough in the air to be roughly head-level. The buck grinned seeing the desired result and took another pull, adding more smoke to the cloud.

Tanner shared his elation with a bovine lady just slightly taller than himself. The cow was caught slightly off guard, but she quickly melted into it--especially when she tasted the smoke he was carrying. They wrapped themselves up around one another in more passionate an embrace than the relaxed buck had permitted of himself. Azerith knew if he had pushed onward as strongly as he had desired, he would have forgotten everything else and possibly lost a good chunk of the evening to satisfying himself and the wolf. He didn't begrudge Tanner seeking a more vigorous bit of fun elsewhere. The cervine fellow would have his chance soon enough.

Azerith added a third long, satisfied exhale to the room. The spell holding everything near the guests was becoming slightly overwhelmed, letting it begin to seep outward to fill the rest of the room. That was just fine. They had a good start, and that was all that mattered. The buck gave everyone a few moments to breathe in the pungent scent of not just the smoke he had breathed out to them, but his own steadily strengthening musk--as well as a little hint of something sweeter that was similarly growing in intensity. A new tingle, this time between the buck's legs, made him squirm a little. It was down low, beyond his sac, tucked up neatly between his thighs.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and those who do not wish to conform to the binary, I offer you a *proper *welcome to my party. I think it's about time we got started in earnest. Only so much of the year left to celebrate." Azerith said to the group.

Everyone turned slowly towards him and smiled, each one of them possessing the same soft green glow in their eyes. They began to approach, crowding in close in front of the deer. Some reached out to fondle his grand spire. A couple marveled at his crown of antlers. One leaned in to offer him a tender kiss. Others caressed over themselves or the person next to them, driven to a need for stimulation by the 'enhancement' the buck had provided.

"What should we get started with first?" asked a slinky, slender fellow covered in fine blue, black, and white scales from back to stomach.

The buck looked to the lizard with a gentle smile.

"I think you'd like to have a belly full of deer spunk, Nathan." Azerith said.

"I think I'd like to have a belly full of deer spunk." Nathan echoed, and smiled as he dropped his head down towards the great, throbbing, drooling shaft.

Tonight was going to be a terribly good way to close out the year.

- - -Suggested activities- - -

A number of sounds filled the room, all of them intimate in nature. One of the most prominent noises came from a pair of lips--joined by a rather impressively skilled prehensile tongue--wrapped around the buck's aching shaft. Nathan had taken the suggestion and run with it. The lizard eagerly gripped Azerith by the base of his length and practically stuffed the whole thing into his maw. Now, he was dragging his jaws up and down the dark spire, not quite reaching the bottom, though his tongue certainly reached further than his nose. A sizable swell could be seen in his neck as he forced the deer past the back of his throat.

Hints of drool rolled down over Azerith's length, turning the dark flesh shiny. A long, low hum of approval surrounded the buck's loins as the lizard made clear his liking of the taste of the vast thing he had shoved in him. One of his palms caressed along the underside of one of the two more-than-ample orbs resting comfortably between the deer's thighs. It made a near inaudible gurgle and slosh that might have been heard if everyone had remained quiet, but silence was distinctly absent with everyone so thoroughly put in the 'celebratory mood'.

Tanner and his bovine companion--Jenny--were still enjoying one another a great deal while awaiting word from Azerith of what they should do. Of course, they didn't need to be told anything to fondle and kiss one another. The others in the group certainly had similar ideas, breaking up into pairs or even groups of three to occupy themselves while 'awaiting orders'. It was a terribly lovely sight to drink in--a relatively small orgy just for the hospitable cervine to watch while he enjoyed his friend's attention.

The buck took another pull of smoke and let it pour out of him in a relaxed, gratified sigh. He had refrained from indulging in any form of release all day, and the application of the herb had certainly taken effect, leaving him more pent up and in need than while sober. It took very little effort on Nathan's part before a subtle tensing passed through Azerith's lower half. If he had possessed toes instead of hooves, they would have curled. A soft hiss of an inhale was the only other warning the lizard got, but it was enough. Nathan pushed down just as far as he could muster, swallowing and gulping greedily right up until his nose was pressed against the fluff of Azerith's groin.

A rush of heat flowed over his tongue, then down his throat, finally exploding deep down past his neck. A torrent of seed poured almost directly into the lizard's stomach as the throbbing shaft pumped and twitched powerfully. Slowly, Nathan's middle expanded, causing him to groan around the rod in his maw. He pressed a palm to his growing stomach and stroked over it as the weight grew heavier, his smooth hide grew warmer, and what had been a firm abdomen became easily deformed like a water skin. Nathan's own length had hardened somewhat while he tended to Azerith, but now it was completely stiff--almost painfully so--and drooling enough to leave a clear, sticky patch on the lower curve of his now well-bloated tummy.

Another sigh escaped the buck as he finally calmed and his shaft ceased delivering its payload. Slowly, the lizard pulled himself off the deer and sat down on the floor, forced to lean back as he cradled his tummy. He looked as if he could be pregnant and he absolutely reveled in that knowledge. A goofy, drunken grin spread across his muzzle as he gazed lovingly at his gravid middle, then lifted his eyes to the deer.

"You managed to top me off in one go. I don't think I'll be able to take another load without resting." Nathan said.

"No worries, enjoy yourself," Azerith replied, then looked around the group, "My dick is getting cold. Someone should help keep it warm."

There were plenty of volunteers, though only one could take the job at a time. In this case, it was a gryphon who curiously appeared feminine, but possessed a shaft of her own. It wasn't nearly as large as the buck's, but she was certainly above average. The golden-feathered lady turned around and backed herself into the deer's lap, straddling the dark pillar still gently pulsing away. She pulled his mast up against her chest, relishing the sensation of feeling the head resting between her breasts. A happy little trill rose out of her as she hugged the dark thing against her, grinding her own member against it.

"How's this? Warm enough?" she asked.

"It's very nice, but I can think of a warmer place to put it," Azerith answered, then leaned in close to whisper into one of the gryphon's ears, "You've been wanting a clutch of eggs. You should get to work on that, Willow."

The avian inhaled and let out a soft cry, almost sounding as though she were surprised. The instant the words reached her ears, the suggestion took hold. She was claimed by an intense, overpowering compulsion. She needed to sink the buck's member into her petals and ride until he had swelled her like he had Nathan. With it was a hope--no a burning, aching hunger--to swell even further as the druid's seed produced a vast clutch of eggs. She wanted to be heavy, so very powerfully heavy. She wanted to have difficulty walking and wearing clothes. She wanted her grand, fertile belly made large and round by Azerith to be on display for all to see.

Nothing else needed to be said. Willow pulled her legs up and pressed her foot-paws down against the cushion below. Once she was properly positioned, she lifted herself up and reluctantly dragged the great, slick, drooling spire from her embrace, intending for it to receive a much stronger one. The gryphon practically sat on the head, whimpering in frustration as she found it difficult to begin. The buck was terribly generously sized and she couldn't exactly 'yawn' open the way Nathan had. Azerith helped by holding onto her hips and guiding her while she reached between her legs and began parting her folds. An intense heat--as well as the first few hints of moisture dripping from within--began to spread down over the buck. It brought a delighted hum from him, and that sound was more than enough to encourage the lady.

Willow pushed down with a hidden strength her modestly athletic body should not have been capable of, and a gasp forced its way out of her beak. He was inside--or at least, it was the start of it. Azerith exhaled a breath that brushed along the avian's back between her shoulders. It brought a gentle shiver from the lady and coaxed her onward. A gentle light-headedness somehow shielded her from the relative intensity of being stretched as far as she was. That tricky buck had done more than just convince her to mount, he had clouded her thoughts in just the right way to ensure she would be able to focus on the task. A quiet, wet squelch was offered as the avian's petals sank downward, devouring more and more of the great, dark spire. How much time passed was difficult to say. Willow wasn't entirely focused on how long the act took. It did however surprise her when she suddenly felt her rump land back in the buck's lap. She blinked and gazed downward breathlessly. A long, proud bulge pushed out from her abdomen, taking the vague shape of the deer's length.

"That... that was... easier than I thought!" Willow breathed out in hushed excitement.

What else might she have been able to stretch around if that had been so effortless?

"Time flies when you're having fun. And I think you should take all the time you need to get where you wanna be." Azerith replied as he wrapped his arms around the feathered lady.

Before Willow could respond, a pair of lips wrapped around her own exposed, throbbing mast. It was Nathan. Apparently the buck's copious filling had not been quite enough and he sought a taste of the bird. It made her squirm and complain, but not to stop the thirsty lizard, rather to find a better position to satisfy both him and the buck. She would come away from this little romp more than satisfied. In fact, she began imagining all sorts of tawdry things to do with that lizard once she was off Azerith's dick.

The buck meanwhile simply let the two between his legs do as they might. He was in no rush whatsoever. He leaned over, took another pull from the hookah, and held it for a moment. There was a subtle tingling in his chest that rose up his throat into his nostrils just before he finally let the cloud of smoke escape him. Rather than just letting it all spill out into the air at large, he aimed it towards the wolf and cow still very much in the midst of their amorous exploration. The fingers and licks of smoke curled about the couple, seeping into them as they breathed it in. The reason for the pause struck them as the deer's voice resonated gently in their minds. He didn't need to speak his words for them to be heard.

"You should load her up, and then come put her where she belongs."

The buck's suggestion echoed between the two lovers and without any sort of hesitation whatsoever, Jenny dropped to her knees and began fondling her lupine companion's loins with her tongue. A long, low yowl sounded from the wolf as the lady began. It would be an interesting feat, but surely if the buck had suggested it, then it wouldn't just be a good idea, it would be possible as well. Azerith watched for a few moments, grinning fondly at the two as they worked on accomplishing his request. Then he turned his attention back to the gryphon in his lap.

Willow had gripped Nathan's head in both her palms and started to hump. It wasn't a gentle act, though the rather monstrous thing lodged inside her prevented her from being able to get too aggressive. The lizard didn't seem to mind. His fingers ran along the swell of the lady's sac to tease and tickle--which he then offered to the deer as well. He knew he was one of three in the throes of passion, and he was well mannered enough to make sure that he tended to both his partners.

The rest of the group either watched or engaged in their own personal distractions. A couple were absolutely enthralled by what Tanner was managing to accomplish. The cow was disappearing and more than one or two were starting to cheer the wolf on. Azerith was duly impressed that so much progress had been made so quickly. He realized he would be visited by the wolf very soon, so he decided to hurry Willow along.

A soft push from the buck's hips gave the avian reason to yelp. It was enough of an unexpected surprise that Nathan was quickly treated to his 'dessert'. A hearty splash of sticky gryphon seed spread through his muzzle and down his throat. The lizard then pushed in as closely as he could, enveloping the whole of the lady's mast. He moaned as his belly--already heavily swollen from the buck's contribution--was given reason to bulge just a little bit more. He could have sworn he could feel the taut dome actually creaking and groaning with the relatively modest addition. That sensation of pushing past what he thought his limits were only served to send him reeling in delight.

Slowly, Willow managed to ease herself down, drooling heavily around the deer's member still trapped in her grasp. Her length twitched weakly as it offered the last few little hints of its warm, salty burst. Nathan huffed as he slowly pulled free of the gryphon and looked up at her in dazed satisfaction. She looked back to him as she struggled to catch her breath. Azerith's presence inside her made it tricky to get a proper lungful of air, but oh how she loved such a challenge.

"Don't... go too far... I... wanna play... with you... some more." Willow puffed out in between soft gasps.

"Nowhere I'd rather be." the lizard replied.

"Sorry for the abrupt ending there. I know I told you to take as long as you like but things elsewhere are moving faster than I expected and I didn't want to put both of you in a bind," Azerith said as he nuzzled into the gryphon's cheek from behind, "That's an honor you get to enjoy all on your own."

A visible shiver ran up Willow's spine as she heard those last few words, letting her imagination run wild with possible meanings to his breathy teasing. There was little time to enjoy those visions dancing through her head before the buck began pumping in earnest. A soft grunt and a very moist slap saw the first good thrust jostle the bird in his arms. He repeated the act, setting a long, deliberately gradual pace so that he could draw back oh so deliciously slowly. The sensation of his flesh dragging back through Willow's passage left her whimpering. Then, when he slammed home again, it forced the breath out of her and she melted into his embrace. Oh it was absolutely glorious.

"Ready for me to join in?" Tanner asked, his voice sounding breathy and slightly drunken.

Both Azerith and Willow turned to peer at the lupine, finding his eyes were glassy, his muzzle pulled into a broad, open-mouthed grin, his tongue hanging from the side of his jaws, and a vast, writhing bulge attached to his crotch. Jenny's moos of elation could be heard coming the distended sac crowned by a powerfully throbbing spire aching to be planted somewhere.

"That was fast. You two must have been eager to try that." Azerith said.

"Never even occurred to us... until you said something..." Tanner said in that dream-like voice again.

"Well, you know where she's going. Better get started." the buck replied.

Without missing a single stroke of his thrusting, Azerith hoisted himself up off the sofa and took a wide, planted stance with his legs. There was just barely enough room between him and the love seat for Tanner to slip in behind him, dragging his cow-stuffed scrotum with him. The wolf's arms found their way around the deer's waist and hugged tight as he began to grind up and down against Azerith's back. The touch of his fine pelt was enough to send the poor lupine humming in tactile bliss. With a little help from the buck, the dribbling member smearing clear ooze all up and down his back found its way to its destination. For a brief moment, he worried that Tanner might aim wrong and end up pushing in under his tail, but careful work saw him angled a little farther forward than that. A pair of hidden folds--honeyed and blazing with gloriously enticing heat--engulfed the wolf's aching shaft.

"Ooo... that... feels good." Tanner mumbled out.

"I'll bet it does. After slurping up your girlfriend like that, you're probably all sorts of tender," Azerith replied, then lowered his tone to a hushed whisper and turned his head to look over his shoulder, "Imagine how good it will feel when she comes flying back out."

That was all the encouragement Tanner needed. A heavy, anxious rhythm followed, punctuated by grunts, groans, and growls. It shook the buck vigorously, giving him reason to make his own noises of delight. It didn't take long for Azerith to begin offering the gryphon still wrapped around him a similar treatment. The three of them together let their voices rise in a chorus of passion that caught everyone's attention. Likely it could even be heard out in the dining room--perhaps even in the woods outside.

Moisture-slicked length glided against quivering folds. A twist here, a thrust there, and a push in the right direction to angle into a new region; it all flowed freely from wolf to buck to gryphon. With Azerith planted firmly in the middle, having both lovers sating both desires, he longed to linger in just such a fashion, to settle in and let the experience just wash him away into unconsciousness like waves on the beach. What he got was far more abrupt.

A howl split the choir of voices as Tanner reached his peak. The surge he expected pushed up through him with frightening pace. He could feel every subtle detail of Jenny's form passing through him, stretching his aching, throbbing, greedy rod. He could feel a pronounced squeeze grip his loins, almost as if his member didn't want to release that which it had claimed. The truth was--his length didn't want to let his bovine lover go. It was a glorious experience keeping the big lady contained inside him, but the buck had given the wolf a suggestion, which might as well have been an order, while so deliciously 'enhanced'.

Azerith's own greedy passage was all too willing to accept the lady being fired into him. The buck tipped his head back and loosed a cervine cry that one might hear echoing through the trees. His abdomen surged powerfully as Jenny was launched into him. The sudden presence in his middle forced Willow downward, practically onto all fours. Just as Azerith was getting his own swelling comprised of cow and cum, the gryphon was getting a similar blast, though bereft of anyone she might enjoy feeling squirm around in her womb.

An avian screech joined the two animalistic cries of orgasm. Willow's middle bloated with the sheer volume of the buck's release, demonstrating that Nathan's earlier enthusiasm had not drained him of anything close to depletion. If those two bursts were any indication, Azerith could easily fill every single person in this little party just as completely at least once--probably twice over. Willow was getting to enjoy such an honor in that moment and she reveled in it. The delicious heat that spread through her belly as it grew larger and larger, finally settling at a point where she looked as though she had swallowed a large melon whole.

The buck had said she wanted a clutch of eggs from him, and that would absolutely do the trick. The panting, overwhelmed bird let her mind race forward to imagine just how much larger she would get, how many eggs she would end up carrying, and just how big each one would be. She couldn't deny the appeal of being left so large that she couldn't walk under her own power. Others would come to see her and fawn over her fertile middle as if she were some sort of idol to be worshiped. Then she felt the rather powerful movement weighing her down from above. She had a rather sizable bovine lady wriggling on top of her spine, wrapped up in the buck's fine pelt. She could even hear Jenny's moos and moans of elation through his fat and fur.

"Oh damn... good boy, Tanner. You put her right where she belongs," Azerith said in a breathy voice, "Now, it would be an awful shame for her to get lonely in there, don't you think?"

The spent and panting lupine nodded weakly, resting his chin on the buck's shoulder as he tried to regain his composure and strength. Azerith knew he wouldn't be moving for a little while, so there was no point in insisting he get to it right away. After all, the buck had another matter to tend to--the gryphon under him.

"She's... so heavy..." Willow panted out.

"She is," Azerith agreed, "You shouldn't have to hold her up. Why don't you come out from under there and help Tanner out? I'm sure he wouldn't mind you giving him a little assistance chasing after his girlfriend... especially under the tail."

A cackle sounded from under the buck's cow-stuffed tummy. Willow clearly found the idea terribly amusing. She was also obviously quicker on the recovery than the wolf because she began pulling herself free of the deer's still twitching rod. As she did, she took care not to be crass about how she escaped. After all, she had been given quite the gift--so much seed to turn into a vast clutch of eggs; so enormous a clutch she probably wouldn't be able to lay them all at the same time. That was something one didn't just let pour out unceremoniously. Willow squeezed in a slow, rhythmic fashion, aiming to not be left simply gaping once the buck was removed. Her efforts were rewarded with only a few generous trickles of thick, white ooze that seeped down the inside of her thighs. She was content to remain sticky for however long the party would last.

With no small amount of effort, the gryphon stood up and arched her back. It pushed her now gravid tummy outward, letting the others marvel at what the buck had done to her. A relaxed sigh followed and she eased her posture. For a moment, she forgot what the buck had asked her to do and she ran her paws over her deliciously warm belly, feeling as though she were already glowing.

"Why didn't I do this sooner?" the feathered lady asked.

"A very good question. Now, I think Tanner's ready for your help." Azerith said.

The wolf was indeed ready. He had pulled himself free, needing no complex operation to prevent loss of girth like the gryphon needed. He had dropped down onto his knees behind the deer and pressed forward into the very folds he had just occupied moments earlier. Willow grinned and waddled her way around behind not just the cervine fellow, but his lupine companion trying to crawl in after the hidden Jenny. She adored the swaying of her abdomen, the weight of it, and the gentle slosh of the small lake of warm deer spunk settling into her every interior crevice.

There came a soft, muffled yelp as Tanner found himself suddenly spread by the gryphon. She had gotten hers quite well. Now she was prepared to give just as thoroughly--though she wouldn't be able to match Azerith's capacious nature. Willow began to thrust her hips, pausing after that first good hump as the weight of her middle stole her breath away. That sharp movement had jostled so much inside, and it almost brought her to climax. She decided she needed to work with a gentle touch rather than the same enthusiasm she had been shown.

It made little difference to Tanner or Azerith. They were both too caught up in their own fun to really care. The buck pushed back over the wolf, sinking his shoulders in with a wet squelch. Clear nectar oozed freely down over Tanner's form, matting his fur down and only making his frame that much easier to slide into so confining an entrance. Little by little the gryphon thrust, pausing frequently to catch her breath and slow down her inevitable explosion. It had to be timed just right, otherwise it would be too soon, or so late that Tanner wouldn't get to enjoy it.

The smoke of the herb the buck had breathed out over them all must have given her a greater innate presence of mind for that exact sort of timing. Willow worked diligently, savoring the lupine's firm grasp under his tail while listening and watching as he vanished into the deer. Just as his abdomen was devoured and his hips were beginning to slide out of sight, the gryphon tipped her head back and another avian cry--this one more melodious than before--rose up out of her throat.

A rush of seed flowed from bird to wolf, flooding Tanner's innards with the rich, sticky stuff. It wasn't nearly as much as what the buck could have provided, but it would be plenty to satisfy the lupine for the time being. His rump popped into the buck's nethers, dragging Willow's length out of his environs. A few more generous splashes coated Tanner's thighs as he was dragged deeper and deeper. Soon, his paws were claimed and the buck's middle was just that much heavier and larger. Willow pressed her engorged tummy against the small of Azerith's back, grateful for the fact that he had been made to lean forward by the bulk and weight of his now two passengers.

"That's... a good girl. Satisfied?" Azerith asked.

"For now... I think..." Willow huffed back in reply.

"Well, then why don't you have a seat and take a break? You can join the happy couple when you've caught your breath," the buck said before turning to look at the rest of the room, grinning at the sight before him, "Though I doubt it'll be just them for very long."

One of the others--an otter of fairly sizable stature and endowment--stood before the cervine with a dream-like expression on his face, tongue hanging from his muzzle. Below, his generous mast twitched about as it worked to slurp up the last of black and blue tail. His sac was heavily distended and rather active. It was too large to be just one. Nathan was only one of two that had been devoured by the otter's ravenous shaft.

"I... I couldn't resist... Tanner made it... look so... so good." the otter said, practically slurring his words from the waves of intense stimulation coursing through him.

From the movement in his scrotum, Nathan and his partner in crime were having a decidedly glorious bit of fun.

"He did, didn't he?" Azerith agreed, "If you're keen to hold onto them for a while, I'll understand, but when you're ready, I think you know where they should go. In the meantime, who's next?"

- - -Midnight approaches- - -

There were plenty of volunteers for who would be next to disappear between the buck's folds. Unfortunately for them, they all were forced to wait. The otter who had gone and tucked Nathan and a friend into a very sticky place wasted no time whatsoever. Azerith's suggestion of where to send the hidden pair sounded far too pleasant to delay. Before anyone could make their way down behind the sizable deer, the otter slipped into place. He mashed his bulging, wriggling sac against Azerith's thighs. With so much in the way, it was more than a little awkward trying to actually do what the deer had suggested.

"I... I'm uh... how do I... you know?" the otter asked, his mind obviously terribly cloudy thanks to the power of the smoke.

"Gonna have to just get creative. Try putting them behind you." Azerith said.

"Oh, okay." the otter replied.

There was some labored shuffling about, a few groans as some very tender regions were manipulated, and a fair bit of ooze drooling freely from the rod Nathan and his companion had vanished down. Soon, the otter was freely able to press back up against Azerith from behind just as much as he could without such an 'encumbrance'. His throbbing member sank easily into the deliciously heated folds that had consumed two already. That seemed to be all the otter was interested in doing at the moment--just staying there, not moving, relishing the grasp on his length and the squirming weight in his sac.

Azerith meanwhile was being distracted by one of the others--another wolf--who had decided now was the perfect time to lock lips with the buck. It amused the cervine fellow terribly. He had recalled how many times this particular canine had teased him with 'threats' of devouring him--which always sounded like a good time. Now, Azerith could have very easily opened his jaws and pushed the wolf in. He probably would not have fought. It was a delicious notion, one that the buck was sorely tempted by as he rolled his tongue around against the lupine's, but he resisted the notion. It would put a little bit of a damper on the larger idea if he gave in. After all, it might prompt some of the others to follow the wolf down his throat. While that would certainly be a terribly pleasant time, it wasn't his aim tonight.

Another night of fun at some point in the future centered around that notion might be worth planning for. It wouldn't be the first time Azerith proved that despite being an herbivorous species, he could easily play predator. A firm kick from his grand belly sent a jolt up his spine, snapping his attention back to the present. Thoughts of the future would have to wait. There was a very enthusiastic fellow working very hard to make his presence fully felt. The otter having his way with the buck didn't seem to be possessed of the same focused clarity that Willow had enjoyed moments earlier. He simply rammed home over and over again, gripping the deer's comfortably wide hips--right up until he felt the surge from below rush up through him.

A stout thrust jostled Azerith as the otter cried out. The same swift flow Tanner had provided earlier rushed through the two lovers' loins, going from one to the other. A generally slim figure passed between the two, adding to the buck's waistline in a softly violent bloating. Very shortly after, the sleek frame of a lizard followed, though his passing was complicated by the gravid, gurgling belly he had been provided. It suddenly felt as though the otter had grown a knot in the base of his shaft, and had crammed it into the deer. The sensation of a canine tying into him was one that Azerith was deeply acquainted with, and he delighted in this curious simulation of such a thing. It even stopped Nathan's progress for a moment--though only a brief one.

The otter's length twitched and thrashed about in the deer's canal as it tried to empty itself of the wriggling passenger. When enough pressure had backed up behind the lizard, Nathan was sent rocketing the rest of the way into the dark, humid, gloriously oppressively heated womb of the druid deer. Azerith finally broke his kiss with his lupine friend and cried out. His belly had surged outward once again, now housing four total and sagging down far enough to rest on the ground comfortably--though he was forced to lean forward for it to actually be comfortable.

"Oof... I... I don't think... I've ever... taken two... at the same time... like that before." the buck said breathlessly.

The otter who had helped him accomplish the feat was in no condition to respond. He was speechless, his mind reeling, and his length slowly falling still after the thought-destroying experience he had just been through. He fell backwards onto the love seat behind him, his still rigid shaft slipping out of the buck's hold. A look of blissful void spread across the otter's face.

"That must have been pretty intense," Willow said, "I think he's broken."

"Then why don't we go ahead and start getting him loaded up? Just put his paws in and I'll do the rest." Azerith said.

The gryphon nodded obediently, dropping down onto the floor to sit just behind the still hunched forward buck. She collected the tall otter's foot-paws and lifted them up, finding it a little awkward given the size of her middle and the curve of the deer's own abdomen pushing back between his widely spread legs. Despite the difficulty, the lady managed to succeed in stuffing one of the spent fellow's paws in, then the other. It elicited a coo from the deer, who began to breathe in a steady, rhythmic fashion while he flexed the muscles holding onto the otter. It became immediately obvious that the 'I'll do the rest' was no overconfident boast. The otter's ankles were slurped up greedily in mere seconds. By the time Willow had pulled back enough to watch, Azerith was halfway up the still dazed fellow's calves.

"You make it look so easy." the round gryphon said.

"Only because... I have had... lots of practice," the buck replied, "I'm sure... you'll get... just as skilled... in no time."

"Maybe... but I think for now, I'd like to try something else." Willow said.

The wolf who had been occupying Azerith's lips earlier was beckoned over to the gryphon. She offered him her own kiss before whispering into his ear. He nodded and helped her back up onto the love seat next to the slowly vanishing otter. There she reclined, head tilted back, legs spread nice and wide. The wolf dropped out of sight below her grand, round tummy and began lavishing her throbbing member with as much affection as he could muster.

Things progressed from there at a steady pace. Azerith continued to pull on the dazed otter, passing over his knees. Another of the guests moved in to offer the buck the same affection the previous lupine had just moments earlier. Willow reclined in her seat, legs spread, a palm resting atop her gravid tummy, huffing loudly as she sank into the moment. What followed, the gryphon was completely unprepared for. A cry filled the room as the wolf between her thighs began his entry. He had seen the act thrice already that evening, giving him enough of an idea how to go about it that he didn't need much in the way of instruction or encouragement. The feathered lady's length bulged heavily around him as he began to sink in.

For the buck and the gryphon, things became something of a blur. Another of the guests moved around behind Azerith as he tugged the otter in, opting to help hasten the dazed fellow's entry. The minutes ticked by and the otter had sunk deep enough to be well past his waist. His 'assistant' had taken to kissing him deeply, tangling up with him without any care for being 'upside down'. A grunt, a groan, and a loud slurp saw the otter tugged out of sight into the thick, heated petals, honey oozing freely down his thighs and coating the rabbit kissing him. Their head had been claimed at the same time, meaning Azerith would see no relief between the two.

Willow carried on, her voice carrying however far the walls would let it reach as her lupine friend vanished more and more below the curve of her gravid tummy. The stretch to her sac was incomprehensibly marvelous. How had she gone so long through life--especially in the company of the buck--and not known this wonder? She felt woefully ill-equipped to handle the experience, forced to go so very slow, slower than either of the two before her tonight. She had only just passed the wolf's shoulders, but when she looked over to the deer, he was already half-way finished with the rabbit that was chasing the otter. How had he gotten so adept at such acts?

Azerith was extremely well versed in such arts--that much was clear. How he had gotten that way was through countless practice sessions. He wriggled gently as his already ridiculously large stomach grew even more. Another guest slipped around to join the rabbit, forming a train of three. Then another followed, becoming four. One of them--instead of joining the line--dropped down below the group to lay on their back and sink the buck's twitching rod down their throat. There they remained, gulping and drooling around Azerith's dribbling shaft. It didn't take much for him to tip his head back and bellow in orgasm. A hearty blast of seed flowed from one to the other, swelling the abdomen of the greedy mouse that had opted to sample what Nathan had enjoyed earlier. Just like with the lizard, it was another trim fellow who now possessed a curve that gave him a motherly profile.

Someone dragged the mouse away and forced him to cut in line, stuffing him into the buck's vulva without any real trouble. Another pair of lips took the mouse's place, got their own swelling, and found their way crammed in with so many others in the buck's womb. Soon, Azerith was leaning back from the great, vast bloat of his tummy, squirming and writhing with the presence of the ten he had impossibly packed away. Willow lay spent where she sat, her chest rising and falling heavily and rapidly. The wolf who had taken it upon himself to dive into her loins wriggled visibly between her legs. Her eyes were crossed, and a bit of drool dripped from the corner of her beak. Azerith turned his head, trying to look behind him enough to get a look at the poor avian so entirely overwhelmed by her first experience devouring someone with her shaft.

"It's quite a lot to contend with... isn't it?" the buck asked, similarly trying to find his own breath.

"It's... so... much-" Willow panted out, then looked about in confusion, "Where's... everyone... else?"

"They're all right here, right where they belong." the buck said with a broad, glassy-eyed smile.

"Already? That fast?" the gryphon asked in amazement.

"We've been at it for a good while, actually. Since that was your first attempt, you shouldn't be surprised to lose track of time or take longer than the others," Azerith said, "All that matters is... did you enjoy it?"

Willow did not hesitate to answer. It came out in a long half-scream.

"YEEEES!!" she cried.

The buck could not help but chuckle.

"Then I might have to help you learn the finer points of it. But later. For now, we should go ahead and finish this all up," Azerith said, "Do you think you're up to delivering your passenger where he belongs?"

The gryphon whined and rolled back and forth in her seat a little in a gesture that made her look very childish.

"Do I have to? I only just got him in!" Willow complained.

"It would make the rest of the process kind of awkward. And I think it might make the others a little jealous. Better to let him slide in with the rest." the buck explained.

"Fine!" Willow shot back unhappily--though clearly only putting on an act, "Can I take a minute though? I'm... I'm kinda tired."

"Of course. Take what time you need to regain your strength." Azerith replied.

The buck then reached over toward the hookah, finding it almost out of reach thanks to his awkward positioning and state of near immobility. He reached it with some effort though, and brought the end of the hose to his lips, took a puff, and breathed it out slowly and smoothly. The sense of relaxation that came with the renewed intoxication made his posture soften. He sighed gently and took yet another pull.

The smoke filled the room rather slowly, finally reaching the gryphon still contending with her own 'troubles'. She was compelled to inhale deeply, and with that strong breath, she suddenly felt strength returning to her limbs. With a great deal of effort--mainly due to the awkwardness of the weight and shifted center of balance--Willow managed to climb to her paws and stand. Her legs were forced quite wide while her wolf-filled sac rest squirming on the floor beneath her. She cupped her palms along the underside of her great, round tummy, unable to do anything but dote upon the swell. Azerith took note of this with a smile.

"You rather like that, don't you?" he asked.

"More than I thought I would." Willow replied.

"You've grown attached to the idea of carrying a clutch of eggs, haven't you?" the buck asked.

The gryphon didn't answer right away. She blushed and nodded, not sure why she felt so embarrassed to admit it.

"Yeah... I kind of... don't want to give it up. If I go in with everyone else, they'll have to go away, won't they?" she asked.

"Normally yes," Azerith answered with a bit of a frown, "But... I'll see if I can't figure out a way to arrange it so you'll keep them. And if I can't, then I'll just have to make sure you get another clutch after."

That brought a giddy grin to the gryphon's beak. She even let a little giggle escape her as she imagined what was to come.

"Really? Eggs? Even after what's going to happen? You can still make that happen?" Willow asked.

"You would prefer a litter instead?" Azerith replied.

"I'm just surprised. I've never heard of a deer laying eggs." the gryphon said.

"Never underestimate a determined and resourceful druid." the buck shot back with a broad grin.

"Alright... if you promise I get to either keep this clutch... or you can get me started with a new clutch when it's all over and done with... I guess I can be okay with it," Willow said, "You ready for this one?"

"Ready as I'll ever be." Azerith answered.

The degree to which neither had thought out their actions became immediately apparent once the gryphon attempted to do as she intended. The buck tried to lean forward onto the great writhing gut housing the ten other guests from the party, but he could only go so far. Willow was stymied by the very stomach she had become so rapidly enamored with, and the wolf still struggling away between her legs kept throwing her off balance. Trial and error was the key to success, and it took a great deal of trial and even more error, resulting in the buck's rump becoming a sticky, damp mess. Willow could not stop herself from drooling under the intensely glorious sensations of her friend clearly having the time of his life inside of her.

After several failed attempts--and at least one instance where the gryphon accidentally 'hit the wrong target'--the two managed to couple in the way desired. It would not do to let the hidden lupine slip into Azerith's bowels, though both found the notion tempting. Willow found herself forced to press in against the buck's lower back, mashing her swollen, sloshing tummy until it bulged outward on either side of her like a squeezed water balloon. It was a terribly odd sensation, but one she found curiously enjoyable. It made her wonder just how it might feel to be swelled even larger and manipulate the resulting orb.

The pair rocked back and forth against one another--Willow doing more than Azerith since he was largely pinned in place. She wrapped her arms around the big buck as far as she could reach and moaned in his ear. Lust had claimed her. No other thoughts were to be had; all of them shoved out by the intense need to breed and the mental images that came with that concept. She pictured the buck laying on his stomach with her atop him, pounding away just as he had done to her earlier that evening. She envisioned swelling him just as she had been bloated out so marvelously. Had she been more experienced with so exotic a collection of acts, she might have lasted longer or at least had clear enough a mind to try to draw out the moment. She could not resist the coming wave.

An avian screech filled the room as the consumed wolf was launched forth. Willow's entire frame turned completely rigid as she felt every feature, every curve, every detail of her lupine passenger race up through her length--including a very obvious bulge between his legs. Azerith let loose with his own cervine voice in their shared passion-fueled choir. He felt the wolf pass through him with just as much speed and force as Jenny has thanks to Tanner, or Nathan and his hidden friend thanks to the otter who had been greedy enough to take them both. It never stopped being intensely euphoric. His belly just surged larger and those already trapped within had to make room. No one seemed to mind the addition to their private orgy--since that was what had transpired deep in the buck's womb.

The moment finally passed, though both felt the telltale tingle rippling through them that came with being stretched so explosively. Willow--unable to keep herself standing--collapsed back into the seat behind her and slouched, panting for breath. In doing so, she withdrew from the buck's embrace in a loud, lewd, wet slurp. It made Azerith shudder and whimper. He had not been ready to be left unoccupied. The gryphon reached down past her belly to stroke over her now 'deflated' sac and frowned. She found herself actually missing the wolf's presence, even sensing a strange familiarity in the emptiness.

"Is it possible... for... like... your balls or dick to be... hungry?" she asked, deeply puzzled.

"Oh dear," Azerith replied with a snicker, "I think I've created a monster."

"Huh? Whas that mean?" Willow asked, slurring her words a bit as she struggled to recover.

"Yes... it is possible. Though I can't say I've heard of it happening to someone so quickly. It usually starts up after several sessions. You've gone and 'awakened the beast' on your first try." the buck explained.

"Huh... so what... I'm just gonna go around eating people with my dick from now on?" the gryphon asked.

"I would advise that you only take those who consent, but you'll certainly feel the urge to do so." Azerith replied.

"Then maybe I just need to get me a friend I can keep in there on a regular basis... 'cause fuck... that was... shit was that great." Willow said, her beak pulled into a dreamy smile.

"It is rather lovely, though not quite as lovely as having a whole party in your belly. Speaking of, it's getting late. We should get you in with the rest." the buck said.

The gryphon didn't complain, though she found it difficult to comply. She was completely worn out. Azerith took note of this and decided the best course of action was to take matters into his own hoof-tipped hand-paws. He grunted as he dragged himself backwards, inching his way little by little nearer to the oversized loveseat Willow was sprawled in. She lounged there, fawning over her belly with one paw and her poor, hungry loins with the other. She didn't notice as the buck--miraculously--managed to get his hooves up on the seat and lean back towards her. Her smile widened and she closed her eyes, tipping her head upward as the deer's soaked, slick, exceptionally well-used folds came crashing down on top of her.

In one great 'swallow', Azerith consumed the avian lady up to the top of her belly. He grunted as he felt that swell create a natural stopping point. He huffed and lifted himself higher, then dropped back down. Another lewd squelch echoed through the room as the feathered woman's tummy was quickly devoured by the buck's ravenous petals. Now he was seated in the chair with her hips under his, almost as if he were sitting in her lap. He didn't bother trying to do anything else at that point. Standing up would only pull her along and no further progress would really be made. Instead, Azerith settled in for the long, slow, inevitability that was Willow's deliciously gradual entry. The familiar shape of the lady's still rigid spire dragged against his interior, prompting her try and hump on her way in. He writhed in place, leaning one way, then the other, tongue hanging from his lips, member aching powerfully under the weight of his enormous gut. He would be satisfied even if it took longer than he planned for.

Just as he resigned himself to missing the mark he had set for himself, there came a strong tug from up past his hips. Something within was dragging Willow deeper. Her thighs vanished into the buck, then her calves, then her paws. The others had helped him along. They had felt her arrival and taken hold of the final participant, welcoming her to the group hidden away under the buck's fur. A powerful sigh escaped Azerith. He had done it. All twelve of his guests were now his passengers--soon to be a bit more than just that.

The intensity of the satisfaction that washed over the buck was enough to leave his vision cloudy. All he could think about was how exquisite it felt to have all of his guests writhing about inside him. It was likely the largest he had ever been, and while part of him suspected he had gotten too greedy, taken on too much. Another larger, louder part of him wished he had invited more friends. Though, he was doing well to get twelve to agree to such an interesting time.

When at last Azerith managed to clear his mind enough to pay attention to his surroundings, he looked to the clock. Midnight was drawing close. He just might be able to pull this off in just the way he wanted. Rather than reach over to manually work the hookah, he twirled his fingers about to weave a few threads of magic about. It lifted the heating element off the top of the device--still gently blazing away--giving him access to the remaining smoldering bits of green leaf within. The final pouch was pressed into service. It contained far less than the others as its precious contents were quite rare. It was a combination of strains intended to grant fertility, rejuvenation, and transformation--a custom mixture of his own creation.

With strained effort, the buck added a healthy dose of the special herbs to his hookah, then lowered the heating element back down. This time, he didn't bother to clear the smoke chamber, he just began puffing away steadily on the hose. A thick purple mist filled the room as he did so and a mighty tingle washed over his body. His belly began to shrink. The motion of the dozen passengers began to slow. He grunted and shivered, splaying his hoof-toes apart. Each time he took another pull from the bubble pipe, his middle shrank a bit more and he writhed, groping at the dome. It grew dense and taut, lifting off the ground eventually but keeping his knees forced well apart.

Finally, Azerith could reach his member once again and started to stroke the slick, dark thing, not at all caring about the mess he would make--or the mess he had already made. The sticky puddle he sat in only served to remind him of just how much fun the evening had been. A few more puffs and strokes saw his tummy begin to approach what might be something few would call 'manageable' in size. His pace was quickening. The clock was ticking down and the climax he sought was rushing forward.

With one last good puff, the buck's abdomen coalesced into a great round orb that filled his lap, but did not go past his knees, but only while he slouched so much. The final burst to his shrinking sent him over the edge. A cry of elation filled the room. His member bucked wildly as it splattered the floor with a very generous coating of thick, white spunk. The clock struck twelve. The old year had come to a close, and Azerith had managed to ring in the new exactly how he had wanted. He panted and ran a paw over his belly, shivering as his petals quivered below. He had not quite hit his peak there, but he could find someone willing to help him out with that later. For now, he intended to just settle and bask in the moment.

All twelve of his friends--his passengers--were now his children. They would sleep, safe and cared for, until it would come time again for them to be born. When that time came, they would be welcomed back into the world looking more deer than what they had been when they had gone to sleep. They might retain a few attributes. The more predatory among the group might retain their teeth. Nathan would no doubt still be just as slender and lithe--and he would no doubt still have that long, agile tongue of his. Then there was Willow. Azerith intended to keep his promise to at least try and let her retain the clutch she had gotten started, though, it likely had been too little time for it to 'take root' so to speak. In that case, he would do his best to ensure she get a new clutch--or a litter if that might be her preference when she was reborn. Regardless, the druid intended to take excellent care of his new family.

The transformative herbs had been consumed entirely by now, leaving only the base leaves for the buck to enjoy, which he relished. He took another puff, this one shorter and smaller than the others. He let the simpler effects wash back over him and ease him down from the heights of what he had just experienced. He smiled down at his still very generous stomach and ran a palm over the dome lovingly.

"Welcome to the herd."

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