You Must First Part Your Thighs...
Celaeno mopped the sweat from her brow, as she reached for the empty tankards on the counter. It had been a particularly sweltering day in Klugetown, and the confines of the Leaky Barrel, the bar in which she worked, were draftless and stuffy. Grabbing hold of the sullied glassware, the avian marched over to the sink of dirty dishes, before adding them to the basin. She’d been working for the establishment for a few months, managing to scrape by and even setting aside a few coins here and there to her savings. Although, at this rate, it would be decades before the parrot could afford an airship of her own.
Rounding the bar, and snatching up a rag from the counter, the avian walked out to one of the handful of tables littering the pub. They didn’t have many customers at this hour, the slow span between lunch and prior to the evening rush, so she busied herself with tidying up the joint. All told, it wasn’t a bad job; serve patrons drinks, ferry out meals, and keep the place marginally clean. One of the things Celaeno found interesting was the exotic array of creatures who came and went. Being located in Klugetown, a trading post on the southern reaches of the Dry Desert, all manner of customers came through the doors. Why, she’d even seen a talking chimera before. Still, the hours were long and the pay was lousy, besides the rare, generous tip. Most of the time, she’d have to resort to being flirty for any chance of a gratuity.
A sudden, resounding smack at her backside caused the girl to squawk in surprise. Wheeling around, she swung a wild, blind smack at her assailant. Celaeno’s open palm landed squarely on the rough, chiseled jaw of the towering zebra stallion. Under normal circumstances, it wouldn’t have been uncommon for a fray to ensue, but the hulking man simply laughed. Realizing who she was facing, the parrot groaned. Grabbing her rag, she stomped back behind the bar counter, placing the wooden furniture, and a dozen paces, between herself and the burly equine.
“What do you want Timber?” the parrot grunted, angrily eying the man as he continued to chuckle.
“I told ya before lass, that’s Captain,” the zebra playfully tutted, wagging a finger in her direction.
Celaeno rolled her ruby colored eyes, before she went back to wiping down the counter, trying her best to ignore the lusty pirate. It wasn’t that Timber was a bad guy, but he was extremely forward when it came to what he wanted. Older, and a bit grizzled, he’d sailed the skies for decades, often stopping at Klugetown for supplies and to give his crew, and himself, a little rest and relaxation. Needless to say, the bars and brothels were two of their frequent haunts. Like most zebras, white and black stripes lined his body, and a series of monochromatic dreadlocks hung from beneath his cocked hat. Although he was still heavily muscled, the years of hedonism had left him with a bit of a belly.
“Anyways,” Celaeno sighed, returning her attention to the pirate, “what can I get you, Captain?”
Trotting over to the bar, Timber seated himself across from the parrot. “A tankard of your finest ale, and make it frosty,” he proclaimed, smiling garishly at the girl. He’d always had a soft spot for Celaeno. Not only did she sport an exceptionally curvaceous figure, beneath her blouse and simple breeches, but she was feisty as all get-out. Her rack and ass, each generously proportioned by any measure, were well worth his visit to the pub, if nothing else. Smiling broadly, and seeing the crack of her rump appear as she bent over to get his drink, he began undressing her with his eyes. Try as he might though, he’d never been able to woo her to his cabin.
Standing, the avian turned and slammed a flagon of brew and a somewhat clean glass, for the zebra on the bar. “Anything else?” she asked, easing her bosoms onto the dingy surface while shooting him a cynical look. Surprisingly, she didn’t mind putting up with the Captain’s wanton advances. He was always cheerful and had, at one point, offered her a place on his crew. Celaeno knew though, that if she’d accepted, his hounding would be ceaseless.
“Aye, a piece of that booty to help me wash down this grog,” Timber snickered, taking a long drought directly from the flagon. Sure, he’d plowed damn near every hooker in Klugetown, at one point or another, but what he wouldn’t give for a hot piece of ass like his feathered friend.
“Pffft. The only way you’d ever get to stuff this bird was if you gave me your ship,” Celaeno scoffed, turning her back to him, as she set upon the heap of soiled dishes in the sink. She couldn’t blame him for making passes at her; hell, most patrons did. But Timber was remarkably persistent, a trait which followed him through his career as a sky pirate as well, or so she’d heard. Having soared the skies for nearly half a century, damn near everyone in town knew the zebra or, at the very least, had heard of him.
Timber cocked an eyebrow at the girl, as he sipped his drink. “Alright…” he coolly muttered, setting the container down and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Honestly, he’d given increasing thought to retiring, over the past few months. As time dragged on, he’d grown heavy, and his reflexes had slown. It was only a matter of time until he was out of the game; all it boiled down to was if it was by his own choosing or not.
“Wait,” the parrot blurted, wheeling back around to face him, “you can’t be serious?!” She’d only known the zebra from her relatively short amount of time of working at the Leaky Barrel, so she couldn’t be sure if he was joking. Locking eyes with the stallion, the icey blue of their depths as cold and unflinching as the Captain’s resolve, she knew this wasn’t some sort of game. “You’re telling me that you’d trade your ship, everything you’ve worked for, to get your dick wet?” she pressed, pointing a taloned finger at the man.
“Well, you ain’t keepin my treasure. But the ship? Aye, she’d be yours, sure enough,” the striped equine casually responded. Downing the contents of the vessel, he slammed it back to the counter. He had plenty of gold hoarded away to live comfortably for the rest of his days, so that wouldn’t be an issue. On top of that, if the avian woman accepted, he’d be able to brag about it until the day he died. Truly, she was one of the finer females he’d ever cast his eyes upon. “So,” he proclaimed, leaning forward and bringing his muzzle closer to her beak, “do we have an accord?”
It didn’t take Celaeno long to decide. This was, quite literally, the chance of a lifetime. If letting some lusty old bastard rut her would land her a sky ship of her very own, it was a small price to pay. “You know what, fuck it. I’m game,” she laughed, righting herself and cocking her hip defiantly. “So, you wanna go back to your ship to do this?” she asked, watching as the equine got to his feet.
“And sully my sheets before moving out? Hah!” Timber guffawed, loudly slapping the bar-top with his meaty hand. “Nah, let’s just fuck in the alley like a pair of bilge rats,” he continued, leering at the bird’s cleavage and licking his lips with anticipation.
“You’re joking right,” Celaeno flatly stated, unsure if the zebra was serious or not.
“Nah,” the stallion chuckled, his grin broadening, “consider it an initiation.” He really didn’t care where they got to business, but he wasn’t feeling particularly patient. It’d been nearly a week since he’s sheathed his saber, and the prospect of plowing the parrot only added to his arousal. “If I remember right, there’s a little side street behind this very bar. If you’re any good, you’ll wear me out before anyone finds us,” he mused, thoughtfully scratching his chin.
“Ugh, fine,” the avian groaned, trudging around the counter and towards the door. “Well, come on!” she shouted, waving the equine to the exit, as she stepped out into the street. Not waiting for a reply, she rounded the corner of the building. Navigating past a dumpster and two empty ale crates, Celaeno made her way to the alleyway Timber had mentioned. Thankfully, it was rather secluded, so their chances of being caught were pretty slim. Unfortunately, it was hotter than Hades outside. Fanning her blouse and allowing the air to circulate over the cream colored down on her torso, she waited. In a matter of moments, the Captain stepped into view. His shirt was already unbuttoned and he was fiddling with his trousers.
“How about you help this old salt out,” Timber grumbled, his thick fingers struggling to undo the button of his pants. As Celaeno approached, his smile broadened. Slowly, the woman sank to her knees before him, her nimble fingers making short work of the offending fastener. “Since you’re down there, let’s see what that beak of yours can do,” he murmured, running his hand through the mint colored plumage on her head.
Tugging at the zebra’s leggings, Celaeno’s beak slowly hung open in disbelief at what she saw. The stallion’s cock had to be as thick as her wrist and nearly as long as her forearm, and it wasn’t even fully hard. A particularly fat, angry vein traced its length, from girthy root to ridged tip. Her awe was shaken, as the raunchy smell of unwashed equine assaulted her nostrils. “Gods above, Timber! Don’t you wash?!” she coughed, waving her hand before her beak, in an attempt to ward off the pungent odor.
“What! It’s a fine masculine bouquet,” the Captain mockingly rebuked, fully away of how foul he must be. “Besides,” he continued, gently clasping the woman by the back of her skull, “if it’s that bad, maybe you should give it a good spit shine.” As he watched her steadily draw nearer to his equipment, he realized what was wrong. “And get that damned blouse off! You’re gettin a blasted airship outta this, so let’s not skimp out on ‘ol Timber!” he playfully barked, releasing the avian so she could strip.
While she wasn’t particularly excited to expose herself to Timber, she figured it’d help up with the cleanup, once they were finished. Unclasping her blouse, Celaeno freed her heaving tits. The magnificent mammaries, each nearly as big as her head, swung freely in the warm air, as she tossed her top onto a relatively clean bin. Squatted as she was, the avian simply pulled her breaches down and stepped out of them. Now fully nude, she blushed a bit. Cream colored feathers covered her entire body, save for the minty and emerald green ones atop her head, tail, and a colorful tuft just above the rosy pink lips of her sex. “There,” she growled, looking up at the stallion, “happy now?”
“Aye, it’s quite a sight. But enough talking for now,” Timber’s tone lowered. His cock, having steadily grown erect at the abrupt strip show, now twitched in tune with his heartbeat. Taking a step forward, the stallion sandwiched his low hanging and weighty nuts under the parrot’s bosoms. “What’s say you lube up the ‘ol boy before we get into the thick of it,” he chortled, bucking his hips and burying his member in Celaeno’s cleavage.
Taking a breath, and attempting to ignore the smell, the woman rolled her shoulders back, allowing the zebra’s cock to become engulfed between her breasts. Moving her arms forward, she slowly rocked her torso back and forth, gingerly titfucking the Captain. With each motion, the blunt tip of his tool bumped against the underside of her beak. Judging from the pre-cum leaking from his tool, Timber really must have been pretty pent up. The viscous substance quickly coated her torso, grinding into her finely feathered chest. Celaeno wasn’t exactly proud of what she was doing, servicing this man in broad daylight like some common whore, but she kept reminding herself that it was for his ship. Eyes locked on the ground, she started when she felt his fingers grasp her by the head. Opening her beak to protest, she found her face abruptly pulled downward. In one swift motion, the stallion crammed the tip of his length into her maw. A single, muffled cough escaped her, as she angrily leered up at the man.
“What? You’re gettin a bloody airship, lass! Don’t expect this to be all peaches and cream,” the zebra cheerfully announced. “Well,” he snickered, “there will be cream, I can promise you that.” Easing more of himself into her mouth, Tumber began pumping his waist. Though she may have a sharp beak, her mouth was surprisingly warm and inviting.
Breathing through her nostrils, and drawing in his pungent scent, Celaeno did her best to service the man. The smell, as foul as it was, was beginning to have an effect on her. Deeply masculine and primal, the aroma caused her loins to stir. Despite herself, the parrot’s womanhood started to moisten and her lower lips engorge in arousal. Taking a deep breath, and relaxing her throat, she pressed her head forward. Drawing the zebra into her airway, she wanted nothing more than to be done with with this experience and to claim her reward.
“Aye, there’s the spirit!” Timber barked. Reaching down, he roughly pinched one of the woman’s nipples in each hand. The parrot choked at the unexpected action, coughing saliva and pre-cum from around his shaft. “Like that do ya?” he continued, twisting the sensitive teats between his calloused fingers.
For the life of her, Celaeno couldn’t understand why she was so turned on. She was no virgin, but she’d never been with someone so brazen. A blush crept across her face, as she felt the first glistening drops of nectar drip from her snatch. ‘It’s for the ship. It’s just for the ship,’ she told herself, desperately trying to stave off the idea that she was actually beginning to enjoy the rough treatment. Suddenly, and without warning, a torrent of hot, slimy cum blasted down her esophagus. The flow was so heavy that gobbets of spunk jettisoned from her nose and out of the sides of her beak. As her stomach filled with the sticky load, her eyes fluttered to the back of her head. Almost instinctively, one hand flew from her breast and to her crotch, where her talons began to reluctantly massage her sex.
“Ah, that hit the spot,” the stallion grumbled, drawing his length from her abused throat. With flourish, he slapped his cum soaked member against her face and upper chest, making sure to mark it with his spunk.
“Could have cough warned me, asshole,” the parrot croaked, bitterly staring up at him. The sheer weight of the stallion’s load was astonishing; it felt like she’d just finished an entire meal. ‘Well,’ she begrudgingly thought, ‘at least I can skip dinner.’ As she went to stand, a heavy hand pressed down on her shoulder. “What?” Celaeno barked, slapping away his arm.
“Lass,” Timber sweetly purred, grinning from ear to ear, “if you thought a single load is all it takes to earn your very own sky ship, you’re sadly mistaken.” Leaning forward, and bringing his face to hers, he pushed the woman backward. Falling onto her rump, she looked at him, askance.
“You can’t be serious,” Celaeno groaned, watching as the zebra sunk to his knees. Try as she might, she couldn’t tear her gaze away from his slick and vascular cock. Without realizing it, she reclined back, as he shuffled closer.
“Spread ‘em,” the stallion whispered, licking his chops as he eyed her groin. Hesitantly, the avians legs parted, allowing him to creep nearer. “No lass, your woman bits!” he corrected, nestling himself between her meaty thighs. Obediently, Celaeno obliged, spreading her womanhood to expose its meaty, pink interior. Dragging the tip of his prick against her gash, Timber sighed contentedly. “Are ya ready, lass?” he asked. Even though he was a pirate, he wasn’t completely classless. That being said, he sincerely hoped the woman was ready for an unforgettable experience. Zebras were renown for their virility and harsh handling, while in the throes of passion.
Shakily, the parrot nodded. With one quick thrust, Timber slammed himself into Celaeno. If it weren’t for the sudden shock, she would have cried out. Seeing as how this was her best chance to attain her dream, she steeled her resolve. Moving one hand to her left breast, and the other to her clit, the avian began pleasuring herself. As the stallion began to move, she winced. It hurt a bit, but the pain was quickly being washed away by a sublime heat and infuriating pleasure. Every plunge drove more of the zebra into her confines, stretching her interior beyond anything she’d ever experience. She’d always found horse cock captivating. Not only were they almost always impressively sized, but their design and shape seemed to hit all the right spots.
Closing his eyes, and enjoying the sensation of the substantially smaller female, Timber gradually began picking up the pace. Each thrust rocked the woman forward, as he delved deeper and deeper into her cunt. As he felt the head of his prick bump against her cervix, he grunted. With a speed belying his size, the zebra grabbed Celaeno’s calves, one in each hand, and brought them forward.
The woman gasped, as he body was contorted. She’d heard about this maneuver, but never been with a male large enough, or strong enough, to try it on her. With her knees on either side of her head, she continued to pleasure herself. ‘It’s for the ship. It’s for the ship,’ Celaeno hysterically thought to herself, through the ever growing fog of sinful pleasure. As if the sensation of her cunt getting savagely pounded wasn’t pleasing enough, the simple act of being with a man Timber’s size was amazing. His scent, the way his muscles rippled under his striped hide, how he grunted in her ear, it was all nearly too much to bear.
“You-mmph-know what the-mmph-interesting thing about-mmph-parrots is?” the Captain asked between humps. Unwilling, or unable, to await an answer, the stallion drove forward with a particularly brutal thrust. His tool, already bludgeoning the woman’s inner entrance, battered its way into the avian’s womb. He knew that females of Celaeno’s kind regularly laid eggs, and that their cervixes were remarkably resilient. Now firmly hilted in the avian, and holding her locked in a mating press, the Captain abandoned any semblance of self restraint. Jackhammering away, his heavy balls slapped against the girl’s ass with each stroke.
Celaeno was in shock, but not from pain. The act of having her womb violated caused her resolve to splinter. Finding her beak at the zebra’s neck, she started kissing and licking the stallion's sweat soaked fur, only adding to the maddening arousal she felt. Her fingers were a blur, as they ceaselessly toys with her clit and teat respectively. She felt like she was on fire, so great intense was the Captain’s rutting. Her entrance stretched with each of his downstrokes, and clung desperately to his shaft with each withdrawal. It was almost like her body was submitting itself to him in every way imaginable.
A moment of clarity allowed Timber to realize Celaeno was shamelessly getting off to his actions. Rearing back, he locked his lips around her free tit, eagerly sucking and nibbling upon her tender pink nipple. She moaned whorishly, burying her face in his shoulder, as she was fucked senseless. The dual constrictive sensations of her cunt around the base of his shaft, and her cervix milking his glans, was swiftly driving the zebra to his limit. Breathing heavily onto her chest, he pounded away with reckless abandon.
The parrot wasn’t fairing much better. As immobile as she was, there wasn’t much she could do but give in to her unabashed enjoyment. Feebly, she contracted her canal around the stallion’s length, yearning to be pushed over the edge and into the oblivion of carnal ecstasy. Her efforts did not go unrewarded. With one final, herculean thrust, the Captain fully sheathed his tool within her depths, roaring in conquest as he claimed her. In the blink of an eye, she felt her entrance stretch ever so slightly, as the first scalding wave of jizz came crashing into her. Like a volcanic eruption, her womb was bathed in seed. Celaeno instantaneously came, her snatch lewdly gushing fem-cum around the bloated tool which lay entombed within her. Screaming like two bit harlot, she embraced the sensation with open arms, giving in to the unbridled passion and unquestionable pleasure the Captain delivered. Shot after seething shot filled her, causing her abdomen to expand outward as the two climaxed in tandem.
Locked together, the avian and equine panted, each riding out the tide of rapture and leaving them in a post coital euphoria. With a grunt, Timber heaved himself off of the woman, flopping to his back beside her. As his dick slipped from her sex, he had the wherewithal to gave the abused entrance a firm slap, causing it to reflexively clench and trap the load he’d delivered within. “Consider it a bonus, Celaeno” he wheezed. Unexpectedly, and catching him completely off guard, a taloned hand shot out and snatched the hat from atop his head. Looking up, he realized the avian was slowly getting to her feet, albeit rather shakily.
“That’s Captain Celaeno,” the parrot grumbled. Waddling to their discarded effects, she retrieved and donned her sullied breeches and blouse. Squatting down, she rummaged through the zebra’s trousers, tossing the keys to her new galleon in the air. “Can’t say it was a pleasure, Timber, but I’m sure we’ll run into each other again,” she sighed, shooting him a halfhearted salute. On unsteady legs, she plodded away, towards her hard earned prize.
“Oi! I haven’t unloaded my things yet you bint!” Timber growled, pushing himself up and shambling towards his clothes. His semi-flaccid dong slinging effluence to the ground.
“Then you’d better make it quick old man,” Celaeno shot back, her cum bloated abdomen sloshing as she went...
