FSE

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Hawk the Earthen Rock Pigeon Anthro sat, idling with his IRIS open tracing his way through yottabytes upon yottabytes of interconnectivity to the Universal Modulus Network, or UMN. Literally tracing through solar systems worth of processing power and data storage to find out exactly what were the best theories of what was going to happen on Days of Our Lives season Forty-nine Million Eight hundred Seventy-two thousand Three hundred and Two. And it was all shit.

'Come on. don't they know that after the ending of episode 417.22-delta, when Xlagathor formally corrupted the remaining hidden copies of Beatrice's backup brain scans to stop her from returning to formally oust him from control Terran Space Twenty-seven, the AI writer had formally vetoed any possibility of her returning in the main timeline. That kind of overdone predictable drama is best kept for the fanservice continuities, especially continuity number Sixty-seven. They love Beatrice there.'

Upon completing the thought, his IRIS requested his permission to post it to the UMN which he immediately authorized with an intentional flick of his actual eye. Hawk smiled, relishing in the knowledge that some subatomic quarks out there in some non-sapient, non-sentient, non-life sustaining server solar system, or NSNSNLSSSS, was just coded in the binary ping that would immortalize his nuanced, carefully crafted, objectively correct thought until the inevitable heat death of the universe. Which had been prophesied to happen any day now, for the last three ages of the universe. Hawk wasn't worried.

He shut his IRIS off however, as much fun as it was to search through the dredges of the UMN for something more to post about. He didn't have time to continue daydreaming among the stars. The neon lit, funky smelling, spaceport diner he found himself physically in was surprisingly clean, a far cry from the seedy, sludge encrusted, way stations of the outer galactic rim. Just another clue that he's made his way in system, towards the center of it all. Towards Nexus.

He likely wouldn't hit Nexus, his duties as an interstellar courier could take him anywhere. And he was fine with that. Actually he rather enjoyed that. Hawk got to see the many wonders of the universe with his own eyes. Including the fine people. Especially the fine people. Some collect stamps on their portpasses, others hunks of passing space debris, possibly the exotic art of indigenous species and cultures. Hawk collects experiences with sexual partners. And one was on their way to meet him here.

His PALM blazed on, a quick review of his date's hookup profile to make sure he was prepared.

Heall, it started. And had a fine looking reptilian Anthronoid xenoform in the picture. They had lovely iridescent scales, four eyes of either teal green or amethyst purple. Small antennae, five centimeters he estimated, attractive half smile. Hawk found them handsome, he found many creatures handsome. But this one, they were interesting on more levels than just physical. He looked over the profile once more.

"We are looking for someone interested in a fun time to celebrate an anniversary with us. Have to be open minded though. Looking for someones willing to give and receive pleasure. We'll do our best to reciprocate what you all will give. Love to meet you all soon!"

The prospect of being part of an anniversary gift was intriguing, letting a stranger in probably offered some sexual novelty to ...whatever the relationship Heall had with their partner. Their photos did not show off any other individuals, or nudes, or any sexual bits but that wasn't weird. Maybe it was part of the open-minded bit, there are certainly some ...unique morphologies out there in the universe.

Again, not that Hawk minded, though his profile showed off all his bits. The pigeon actually felt himself chub up in anticipation for his meeting with Heall soon. Interested in what they would look like in person. And with luck, his PALM alerted him that they had just arrived and were requesting his location, a swipe across the dermal screen sent them his position at a table in the corner of the neon lit diner.

"Are you all Hawk?" a new voice sounded from behind him. He spun his swivel seat around to address the newcomer. Their skin scales flashed across as his perspective changed. It was rather hypnotic and made the pigeon desire to keep his head in constant motion, lose himself in wonderful colors and wonder what it would look like in spectra that weren't visible to his eyes.

The two potential partners bothwore simple, skin conforming, space suits. Enough padding to be appropriately protective from stellar radiation and potential random solar flares, revealing enough to tease what they both would look like under them. 'Lovely!" Hawk thought, the endless possibilities entertained him.

"Yes, I am!" Hawk stood and held out his hand in the form of universal greeting, Heall reciprocated. Scales along their fingers flashing like pearls.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all."

"Likewise."

"We apologize for our tardiness, there was some traffic on our way."

"Ahhh, don't worry about it. I was just enjoying the view." Hawk gestured out the diner window, the infinite expanse of the universe before him, with Heall's home planet only a couple hundred thousand kilometers away. It actually looked a lot like the pictures that Hawk has seen of primordial Earth. Except with teal green continents and amethyst purple seas.

"Ah, yes. Our planet is indeed pleasing to view. And always a welcome site on our way home. We are happy you all are enjoying it."

"Please, come, sit. I'll buy." Hawk said, beckoning Heall to the seat across from him. The pair made themselves comfortable and Hawk took an additional moment to assess his potential partner for the cycle. They glided across the floor, and seemed very attune to the shift in momentum and precise movement necessary when at a slightly lower total gravitational field. 'Definitely a spacer.'

The Holo-waitstaff immediately fizzled into life as he pressed the button and they both ordered with little delay.

It gave them time to continue talking, get to know each other. Heall had been quite reserved upon their PMs with each other, Hawk took it as perhaps shyness. A reservation to explore, and Hawk was more than willing to do his best to ease his companions.

"You're bio had me quite curious. This mention of an anniversary is quite personal, no? I'd love to hear more about it." Apparently that was a good ice breaker, Heall's four eyes perking up in eagerness.

"Oh, indeed. It will be the anniversary of our Homeleaving. We are a sojourning species and upon certain cycles we are to leave home and explore the world, or in our case, space."

"You're heading into space?! That's wonderful. I, myself, have gone just about everywhere there is to go. Perks of being a glorified mailbird." Hawk poked his company's logo that was emblazoned on his chest pocket.

"Uh.., yes. We are.. excited." Some forms of body language are universal, especially in the way they looked out the window back at their planet. The two eyes he could see looked worried.

"So, you're going into space, but you're worried about leaving your planet?" Heall looked downcast.

"Indeed."

"It's a big step, I'd imagine. To be far away from home the first time."

"The biggest, to be separated from our others."

"Others?"

"Our @#$%#." Hawk's brain failed to comprehend the language that was just spoken to him, his translator's subroutine error message let him know that there was insufficient information in local banks to accurately translate. His IRIS subconsciously flicked on, skimming through the entire sum of universal knowledge to learn about what was just spoken to him.

It told him about something called Hydras. Creatures where when limbs or extremities are cut off grow back, usually in greater numbers than before.

"Hydras." He said aloud, feeling it in his beak. At the word Heall perked up again.

"You all are aware of our kind?!"

"Sorry, I'm not. I just needed to understand the word you just said. Didn't quite understand it." Hawk tapped his temple, "That's the word that my IRIS inquiry drew up."

"No matter! You all said our kind's name! That's more than enough for us. We have not heard it from another in some time." Hawk was pleased at the way they glowed up, their eyes and scales shifting around in what the pigeon took as excitement. He smiled.

"So where have you been? I bet I've been to a couple of those places."

"Ah, yes, Well, that's indeed part of our anniversary. We, regretfully, have not been further from home than this orbital waystation. As it stood, we were worried we would not be able to leave should we stay much longer. So we've set ourselves a goal, and our plans are to come to fruition soon. As such, we decided to reward ourselves for our bravery. With some... companionship." An icy blue tint came to their cheeks, Hawk tilted his head. There was a kind of bubbly energy coming from them as they talked, a kind of optimistic naivety that Hawk himself used to embody early during his travels. But their blush at the thought of their reward really stirred his loins. A gentle heat blossoming there.

"Ohh, I see. I'm the gift." Hawk grinned, catching on to exactly what the stakes here were.

The icy blue tint spread a tad further across their face. Before Heall could endure more a drone deposited their food upon their table. A convenient reprieve in the form of nourishment. Hawk took a couple bites of his meal, staring out at the port window to the planet of Hydras. 'Even the land itself shifts colors.' He noted as the form was different from when he looked at it previously. 'Beautiful.'

"Umm, Hawk?"

"Yes." He continued to look out the window.

"Would you all mind if we asked you all some questions too?"

"Absolutely not, my friend!" He turned back towards Heall, "I'd be insulted if you weren't interested in me." The avian winked. Heall smiled.

"What's space like, outside of this port?"

"We could be here talking about that till your sun collapses." He humorously responded, his own eyes lighting up he was sure. "There's so much out there. So much more than I can explain. And all of it is beautiful." He pointed to the planet. "Just take your homeworld. It reminded me of Earth, my ancestors' prehistoric homeworld, long before we Anthros took to the stars. But now it's changed shape, everytime I look it's different. It's new. And that makes me happy! I left my home station and hooked up with an intergalactic trade company to journey to wherever I could, experience anything I can."

"Planets made of diamonds. A trinary solar system where the stars themselves are sentient and hate each other. A particular cocotion that doubles as a space fuel in a pinch as well as a powerful aphrodisiac when ingested in small doses. That one I picked up with a partner some time ago near the Gosal homeworld in a neighboring galactic arm to this one. Unfortunately, was a bit too strong and I ended up in a Med Pod for a couple cycles. That Gosal, however, thought the situation was hilarious. He was... quite a character, his gentalia is where you or I would put our noses!" Hawk wiggled his fingers in front of his beak, mimicking the way the Gosal's many stemmed dick looked.

As Hawk reminisced about his history, Heall continued to show their investment. Taking in memory after memory which all ignited their scales a flutter. Their eyes blinked arhythmically and out of sync with the others. They leaned forward as Hawk continued, food completely disregarded.

"Amazing!"

"And that's all just a fraction of what I've seen, which is only a fraction of what exists, what possibly exists out there!" He held his arms to the side. Trying, and ultimately failing, to represent the sheer breadth of the universe. "So it's awesome you're heading out into space, I'm sure you're going to find plenty of awesome things out there to tell your home about."

"What do the Gosals look like?" They asked. Hawk powered up his PALM, flashing through his profile history on the same service he used to hook up with Heall. His search narrowed in on a bulbous creature. Slug-like with three arm-like appendages around its torso. Two eyestalks and a drooping sack right smack dab center of his face. He turned his hand to show Heall his PALM. A flash of surprise went across their face. "Oh, how... unique."

"Right!? You'll get used to meeting many types in space. My advice? Embrace the weirdness, try and remember that you're weird to everyone too." Heall nodded slowly, hopefully coming to terms with what interplanetary travel would entail.

"And you all were... with them... intimately?" The blue tints returned.

"Sure was. I've been with a number of different lifeforms on my travels. It's a bit of a... pastime of mine. Growing my collection of experiences." The pigeon lowered his hand to the table, not before tracing a line down Heall's forearm that rested on the table as they were leaning in. At the touch, Heall's colors sparkled like static on an improperly aligned satellite dish array. Their eyes wide as the looked towards his finger. "I'd still very much like to add you to that list of experiences, if you're interested." His tone becoming flirtatious. As much fun talking about other partners could be, Hawk was here to add to his list, not discuss it.

"Oh, uh, yes. We were hoping that would be the case. Though we must say, we hadn't expected this level of open mindedness when we messaged you all. It exceeds our own, unfortunately."

"That's alright. Remember, embrace the weird."

"It seems most apparent that you all are an expert in that regard."

"Your Homeleaving was meant to give you an opportunity to experience more, no? Don't feel like you have to compare to me. I've been at this for a long while." The avian continued to trace his finger up and down Heall's arm. The static coloring becoming more uniform as it flashed, much like waves as the sensation traveled up their nerves. Or whatever their anatomy called for. "Something about my profile must have interested you, right? And yours certainly caught my eye. Don't worry about my past partners."

"You all have a very similar coloring to our own. And anatomy... genital-wise. They seemed... compatible enough with our own for... copulation."

"Oooh, you found my pictures sexy, huh?" They nodded once.

"Wanna get out here? See them the rest of me in person?" They nodded again.

......

Hawk kept getting more and more handsy with his partner as they traversed the orbital station back towards Heall's quarters. And rather promising, Heall reciprocated. They grabbed about Hawk's waist as they floated down travel tubes in low-G. The space suits they both wore were smooth and padded to the touch, but had great haptic feedback. Despite covering all of their extremities, Hawk felt everything Heall did. And the pleasant restriction around his shuttle as it primed itself in anticipation was wonderful.

"We close?" Hawk asked, palm gliding across Heall's chest. The rippling scales across their face were truly hypnotic.

"We are close." Heall said as they, albeit less vigorously, grabbed at the small of the pigeon's back.

"Good, I'm getting really hot. Need to get out of this suit." He winked. There was some exhilaration at the manifestation of blue on their cheeks, as well as the way they pulled him closer. Their bodies pressing together, Hawk's mound mashing against their thigh.

......

"Please make all your selves at home, we'll be right back!" Heall's quarters were seemingly barren. Hawk expected that since they'll be leaving soon that their personal possessions were either packed, stored, or sold. The Hydra flew down the hall into the cramped quarter's privacy room. The way that they were slowly getting more and more eager was wonderful to see. 'This is shaping up to be quite a fun sub-cycle!'

Hawk inspected the one non-standard object in the room. It was a tesseract looking object suspended near the wall in a stasis field. An image projector. Being the curious bird he was, Hawk flicked through the album.

Most of the images were of Heall, unsurprisingly. Except for one particular. There were two Hydras in this photo. They were floating atop the orbital station, zero-g gear looked clumsy on the two of them. But they were still out there, forming a hand sign around the planet in the background. Both of them looking quite pleased under the dim solar shielding vizors. 'How lovely.'

The privacy quarters behind him opened with a hiss, alerting him to the return of Heall. Or, someone that looked like Heall. There was a different exaggeration of their facial features, shorter antennae, quite feminine. Rounded thighs and arms, not that Hawk knew what was hidden under Heall's clothes. They were also quite naked. Their vulva on full display. The Hydra he had met in the diner was quite androgynous, as far as Hawk willingly assumed the sexual dimorphism of their species. But he decided to avoid making any assumptions, Heall's profile hadn't mention any sexual identity either.

"Hello!" Hawk started, one to roll with the punches.

"Hello, Hawk." They said, stepping forward. Blue little lines traced across their body but their primary color was amethyst.

"Heall? Is that still you?"

"No, we are.. Half of Heall."

"Oh, which half?" Hawk asked, genuinely curious. This encounter was getting more and more interesting every second.

"The head, for lack of a better word." The avian recalled the UMN ping from earlier, about Hydra's growing in number.

"Ah, so where's your other half? Will they be joining us?" Hawk closed the gap, trying to regain the momentum from earlier.

"If you all wouldn't mind. That was our part of the... open-mindedness from our profile."

"The more the merrier, bring them out here." He set his hands along their shoulders, sparkling amethyst ripples popping from the touch. Their scales were quite fine, under direct contact.

"We are here." A teal Hydra stepped from the privacy room. They were more masculine presenting, a soft dangling package jiggled as they came into the main room of the quarters. Eager amethyst eyes. Hawk noted that the Hydra in his arms had teal irises.

"Well, this encounter continues to get more and more exciting. So, what do I call you both?" The teal one joined the embrace from behind. Hands slipping across the slippery space suit.

"Head is fine for us, Hawk." The amethyst one noted.

"Please call us Tail." Teal Hydra added.

"Head, Tail, and Hawk it is then." The bird added, four greedy hands stroking up and down his still covered body. The friction reawakend his own libido, rush of blood returning to his own member.

"You all mentioned you all were warm in that spacesuit." Head cooed. Hands rubbing at Hawk's chest

"Mayhaps you all will allow us to disrobe it?" Tail inquired. Hands running south towards his warming crotch.

"Ooh, someones are excited?" Eyes flicking back and forth between the pair surrounding him.

"When we separate, we get... quite aroused."

"It's part of our kind's pair bonding, to bring us back together."

"With me in the middle?"

"Giving."

"And receiving."

"Kinky. Have at me." Hawk consented. He was immediately pulled backwards, Tail's grip jerking him quickly in the low-G environment. Suspended above the floor and handled rather efficiently and eagerly. Hawk kept passive as he was brought over the quarter's lone bed. Head floated after them, green eyes eating at his form. He groped his quickly erecting mound, teasing the oncoming Hydra. The need in their four eyes only hardened more.

He was handled into the bed, plopping down on soft synthetic sheets. Two increasingly horny Hydra staring down at him from above. Eight eyes looking him over, not that he was one to shy away from such attention. Tail crawled atop his supine form.

It gave Hawk time to admire their split anatomy more closely. Trace the current of teal shines as it dashed across scales like lightning. Tail had more pronounced chest and shoulders, actually broader than Heall's. And the sterner visage on their face, slightly more sunken eyes. Angular jawline and longer antennae. Quite masculine.

"Find us pleasing?"

"I always found, and still find, you pleasing, but I'm loving the new energy."

"Perhaps you all will love this too?" Teal lips kissed upon his beak. Tail's smooth, fine scales continued across their face, tickling Hawk's fine feathers. The avian unclenched his neck, back of his head pressing down into the bed below him. Tail followed him with their mouth, maintaining the snog. Tail wasn't the best kisser Hawk has ever experienced, but then they could hardly compare to the hundreds of species he's been with. And not that his dick didn't respond appropriately to the passion.

The cup to his covered member reminded him of the other Hydra here. His legs jerked as his body sought additional stimulation, the feedback of his suit just imitating true contact to his breeder. Two hands kneaded him around, forcing his shaft to swell back to full, only to be pressed against again. 'Fuck! What the hell were they being so shy about?' He thought. 'They're naturals.'

Hawk opened his beak, inviting Tail in more to explore. He counted two tongues that locked around with his own, sweet tasting saliva coating the interior of his mouth. Hands fiddled around his neck, searching for the clasp that would split the only thing that Hawk wore, rendering him as nude as his partners. He felt it was about time too, he could feel himself start to perspire under the sweltering passion.

First touch, first real touch, was something he wanted to savor with his partners. Pay attention to the way they fiddled and folded his feathers, the way they made him feel, how they felt at his body, how they explored him. And Tail wasn't disappointing. They didn't wait till the suit was all the way opened before wedging their fingers under the taut material. Scale and feather met, in the vast near infinite stretch of space and time, they were together in the here and now.

Hawk needed Tail's help to pull his arms through the sleeves, the tactile examination never ceased throughout. His chest, neck, pits, elbows, even the back of his head. Tail grabbed at it all. It made the avian squirm and his dick throb.

Head finished pulling down the seam, which rather conveniently halted right under his crotch. Chilled, recycled atmosphere finally breathed upon his dick. For the briefest moment. Fine scales and squishy skin pressed against his length. Slow, unbearably slow strokes, pulled up and down his hard member, coaxing more and more of his fluids from his tip.

He moaned in response, hands closing into fists at his sides as he let Head and Tail charge ahead. Take what they sought from him. He was getting exactly what he wanted, what he needed, in return.

Sweet tongues extracted themselves with a pop, leaving the avian to hiss and shudder as the hand on his dick tugged him closer and closer.

"Enjoying yourselves?" Tail murmured, the finest traces of tease in their words. It made Hawk chuckle, whole body rumbling upon the bed.

"Have to ask?"

"No, all your body alights with flame. It compels us."

"Well, you are a good kisser."

"We are appreciative of all your compliments."

"And you, Head..." He shuddered as his balls were nuzzled with two wet somethings, eyes snapping shut. "You're doing, oof, splendidly!" Head giggled as they extracted themselves off his junk.

"We are likewise appreciative." He breathed in the air, quickly growing sticky with the smell of sex. Calming the impending climax he wanted to stave off. Four hands still grabbed at him. Two at his chest, two at his legs.

"What's next then, studs? I'm all yours." He asked once some semblance of control returned to his body.

"Then we wish to take you all." Tail quickly requested, purple eyes alight and scales vibrating.

"And we are curious how all your beak will feel within our sex."

Hawk chuckled further. "Head for Head, tail for Tail. Sounds simple enough." Without missing a beat he pushed up against the body above him. Tail lifted into the air, fluttering to give Hawk two things. Room to pull Head up onto the bed, and a view of their erect cock. Icy blue fluid pooling at the tip. 'How oddly Anthro. What are the odds?' He pondered for a moment.

It passed quickly as he reached for Head, extending a hand to haul them towards the top of the bed. Ripples swirling down their arm. With the dexterity of an experienced low-G paramour, he spun the two of them around, planting Head's more curvaceous form in the bed. Tail's body plopped right down upon his back, sandwiching the avian between two fine lovers. Exactly where they wanted him to be.

"Are you all... protected?" Tail asked in his ear.

"We are, if you all were wondering." Head quickly added.

"Yep, I'm all up to date on my shots." Interspecies STIs or pregnancies were not something Hawk wanted to deal with, or his partners. Good thing recirculating biobots in his system were constantly aiding him with both. There were many enjoyable things out there in the universe, but it was best to enjoy responsibly.

"Then we'd like to begin." Tail said.

"I'm not stopping you. And as for you." Hawk set his eyes upon the beautiful Hydra below him, their teal eyes were pulsing concentric circles with color, something he wouldn't have seen without being this close. "I'd like you to know you're quite pleasing too." The twinge of blue cheeks and a smile were the only responses they gave in return. "Shall we also begin?" They nodded.

The three bodies were set in motion. Head shifted so they were at the head of the bunk. Tail rearranged themself to be at the base. And Hawk got on his hands and knees for easy access to his partners. And partners to him. There was a gentle pull to his tail feathers, he flipped them upright, giving Tail a great view of his ass. 'A fine ass.' He proudly thought.

Head pushed their legs apart, flushed lips with a fine dew of the same icy blue lubricant that Tail was leaking. 'How fascinating, these Hydras.' He wasted no more time.

Their sex tasted like Tail's saliva. Sweet, sticky, blue drops stuck everywhere, pressed out with every press of his tongue, every flick at their lips. He cupped the underside of their thighs, rubbing his thumbs around their skin, hypnotic patterns returning. The breathy sighs were certainly a testament to his skills. And a fuel to dig even deeper, breach her pot with his beak as requested. The smell reminded him of cranberries. Tongue searching for every place to tease more moans and taste ever more.

Tail wasn't slouching either. Upon being presented with Hawk's rear, they sprang to action. The familiar feeling of flesh between his cheeks was always tingly, a fine precursor to what comes next. The press as it slid in between even his rectricies, his tail feathers, was new, however. The muscles that controlled those feathers twitched in response, flapping against the hot spire in his nethers.

He extracted himself for a clean breath. "Damn, Tail. No one's done that before."

"Hmm, truly?!" There was so much joy in their delivery, it struck a chord in the pigeon.

"I wouldn't lie to you."

"Is it... pleasing to you all?" Tail's motion stopped. Hawk turned to give his partner a look.

"I should be asking you that question."

"All your... feathers, yes?" They flicked one. Hawk nodded. "They feel... weird." The smile they wore, it made him happy. Hawk turned back forward, noticing a smile on Head's face too.

"Just enjoy yourself, I'll let you know if it's too much, okay?" Turning his attention back to a delicious pot.

"We understand." The thrusts between his feathers continued, just as with his involuntary spasms.

'Huh. My feathers, who'd have thought?' As he dug in.

The perfume of their love making tingled in Hawk's nose, taste of Hydra wet on his tongue, touch of solid flesh through his plumage. He loved it all. And the sighs of his companions only let him know they were loving it too.

"@#^%$!"

"#$% ^$#@ @#."

More words in a language that couldn't be translated, but the hand that squeezed his head, he had no doubts what that was communicating. He pressed deeper in Head, searching for the deepest confines of their anatomy, where his ravaging tongue could inflict the most stimulation. They were getting wetter and wetter, adding to the sloppy sounds of greedy lapping. Their legs flexed and writhed, hips rolling. Hawk remained resolute, unyielding in his ministrations.

"Ha... Hawk.. We're..." Their words were a delicious garnish to his meal, a dessert to finish strong. If he could have dug deeper into their treasure, he would have. Anything to experience more of that delicious taste.

Thighs clamps the sides of his head, curved blobs of color rippled from their cunt, staining them in wonderful rainbows. Just as his face was stained with blue, their love coating him thoroughly. Scent of cranberries flooding his world. Head was heaving above him, sighing into space as their climax crested and cooled. Hawk nuzzled their tunnel as he extracted from their core, flicking once or twice at the walls, loving how their thighs crushed his head tighter each time.

He laughed as they relaxed in blissful afterglow.

"Head's satisfied, how about you?" He flicked behind him to Tail, the teal Hydra was dripping blue pre that had dyed the base of his back. Their eyes were unfocused, their color sweeping like scanlines. "Tail, you good, buddy?" They shook their head coming back to self-awareness, their blue blush peaking across their body.

"We apologize. Our connection to the other can be quite... powerful when we climax."

"Did you finish?" Hawk said, cocking his head to the side in question.

"Um, we did not." Hawk lowered himself to the bed, raising his hind further to his partner. The cold air made his rim wink.

"Then wanna get on with it?" Tail's actions said more than words. Their blunt head kissing his experienced hole, slick pre coating his opening. Hawk rested his head on his arms, and gently closed his eyes, letting the Hydra take his time. There was no rush with these things. But he did feel nice as his ring stretched to accommodate the intruder. Tail shuddered as he plopped balls deep in a single thrust, their hips thudding against his, solidifying the union.

"Our word, Hawk! You all took us in one go."

"Yep!" Was all the avian could say to that. Reservations were forgotten as his partner found his rhythm again, soft, light pulls and pushes in and out. Hawk hummed as he was taken, enjoying the pleasant tingle of being fucked. Soft hands pulled him out of his meditation. Head, it seemed, had also regained themselves, their scales fuzzy with light.

They pulled him close, four teal eyes. Their lips met, tongues trying to form knots. 'Still more of that same taste.' He pleasantly discovered.

One behind humping into his ass, one in front kissing him softly, a fine trio they made. Tail's hands at his thighs crept lower, ever closer to Hawk's neglected length. Only a few squeezes and rolls were needed to pull it back up from its slumber, reacting suitably to the strokes and pulls. Their body leaned over his, dropping their weight along his back. The change in position changed the angle of their thrusts, pushing deeper and further. Hawk moaned into his front partner's mouth as Tail ceased teasing him and gripped him with intent. His own head sticky, slicking down his length the finest scales he's felt there pulled more from his reserves.

Under the assault on three of his fronts, Hawk knew he was going to fold. It was just a matter of who peaked first. He pressed further into the kiss, redoubling efforts into that activity than focusing on what was happening at his other end. A failed effort as Tail was much too good at pushing all his buttons, burning his fuse down shorter and shorter. Humps came stronger and stronger, strokes faster and faster, moans and groans shorter. His muscles squeezed down hard as he came, rope after rope streaming into the air. He clenched at the sheets as he erupted.

Tail did last much longer after that, warm sensation flooded his guts along with cum. The Hydra's grunts were the least civil noises he'd heard from either of them that night. Hot breath blew through his cheek feathers. And Head went very passive quite suddenly, tongues stopping mid kiss.

Tail's weight, manageable in low-G, still wore him down in his afterglow. Knotted and tense muscles relaxed and he flooded down into scratchy sheets. The added weight upon him made him even more conscious of his breaths, lungs expanding and contracting. The stench of sweat, musk, sex, and seed in the air. And the taste of cranberries along his tongue.

"Damn..."

"Agreed." Tail announced in his ear.

"Ha, you know how to tire a bird out. Two at once always burns me out quickly."

"We, Tail and us, feel quite similarly." Head said languidly, likely coming out of the orgasmic stupor.

"Then is it safe to say we're spent? I don't think I have much more in me."

"We are satisfied, but we would much like it if you all spend the nocturnal sub-cycle with us. We get... affectionate after coitus. We suspect you all would enjoy such acts as well." Tail whispered in his ear, the tickle of air sent shivers across his scalp. Hawk chuckled twice, hard to do more with a full Hydra upon him.

"I'm that easy to read, huh. I do love a good cuddle afterparty." The pigeon admitted. Summing up what limited strength still held within his arms and limbs he crawled. Taking Tail with him as he scaled over Head who wiggled so that they were soon face to face.

"By the way, you're a good kisser too. Maybe better than Tail." The compliment made them cock their head to the side.

"Better.." Head started

"Than us...?" Tail finished.

That left Hawk laughing at their confusion as they questioned how two halves of the same being could be different. He rolled to the side, pulling Head close as Tail spooned him.

"Don't think about it too hard. It was just a joke." He passed a hand down Head's side, appreciating the mesmerizing patterns that bobbled across their scales. Understanding alighted in the four eyes he could see, followed up with slight chagrin.

"You all are most weird, Hawk." Head said, resting their palms on his chest, pressing against his plume.

"Well, you know what I say about the weird, no?"

"Indeed, embrace it." Tail answered, as hands shimmied around his hips and stomach.

"There you go." Hawk praised, grinning happily.