Feathered Hearts - Eros

As he buried his beak between the legs of both Tara and Gilda at once, Fortrakt could only marvel again at his Ancestor-blessed fortune, feeling like the luckiest tiercel alive.

He wondered what he’d done to please the Ancestors to be able to enjoy not just the succulent food and superbly compelling movies of their human guests, but their sensual company as well. And it wasn’t just limited to the opposite sex—he found the feel of their soft and curvy female bodies beneath his talons every bit as enjoyable as their male spears spreading his sphincter wider than he ever thought possible, introducing him to the pleasures of tiercel-tucking in turn.

And that was to say nothing of being able to orally pleasure the human eagless of his dreams as she rutted openly with Gilda—Gilda! —before him, their thighs spread wide and glistening nests displayed in open invitation to his eager eyes and beak.

Whatever the answer, that he was pleasuring Tara with his tongue was reward enough. But to also be able to turn the proud and previously unaffectionate Gilda, who he’d never seen as anything remotely sexual before, into an equally willing tuck-toy was yet another feather added to his already-impressive headcrest, finding himself wishing that his newly acquired powers of persuasion could somehow induce others to see what was happening as well.

Just imagine if our entire Turma could see this! Just imagine if the Senate could! Or the Queen and her entire royal COURT! he thought headily as he continued to eat out the eagless pair with abandon as they embraced belly-to-belly, taking pains to give the two each equal attention in turn.

He was rewarded by hearing them moan and feeling them writhe beneath the assault of his now well-practiced beak and tongue. He shivered to hear them talk of ‘keeping’ him like an Abyssinian servant; he nearly climaxed on the spot at the idea of being tasked with servicing them sexually whenever they wished.

As he pried Gilda’s nest open with his beak to stick his tongue as far inside her as he could, both to pleasure her and collect as much of her deliciously sweet cider-scented nectar as possible, he could still hear the conversation around him, sparing an ear for the ongoing action between Giraldi and Chris while a temporarily unoccupied Marco recorded the scene.

“… For I am very eager to see more scenes of human bravery and battle. And to hear you describe the tactics and capabilities of these massive ships and wondrous metal birds,” Fortrakt naked and very erect former First Spear said as he laid Chris on his back before him and spread his legs to claim his tail, who groaned and arched his hips at the renewed intrusion as Marco knelt before them to record a close-up of the scene.

“No problem, big guy…” Fortrakt heard Chris say dreamily as Giraldi slowly penetrated him deeper, looking to Fortrakt like he was having the time of his life. “Especially if it gets me more of this!”

He heard a slow grunting after that, but could only spare it an occasional glance as he proceeded to bring Gilda to the brink of climax yet again. He found her favorite spots and attacked them mercilessly as she could only lie beneath Tara and take it—“Deeper! Harder! There! Right there!” she occasionally ordered him through a series of increasingly passionate and needy trills he planned to endlessly tease her about later. But by the end of the act she had lost most of her ability to speak, only able to call out to the crows and Ancestors alike as Tara’s soft lips locked with her hard beak.

Though he could have finished her like that, he decided in a moment of pure power that he’d demonstrate his control and mastery of her by pushing her other pleasure button, withdrawing his tongue from her nest just long enough to reposition it against her already-entered anal opening again. Lost in a haze of cider-soaked sensations, she barely had time to register his action before his tongue reentered her, equally passing her sphincter to worm several uncia into her alimentary tract.

When he heard her startled squawk and felt her muscles clamp down on his entry along with a fresh spray of fluid out the top of her nest that coated his chest—Crows know she can never tease me again for being inexperienced with eaglesses after this! —he wriggled his tongue deep within her to heighten her sensations further, clutching her flanks while riding her quivering hindquarters all the way through orgasm.

“Ancestors above…” Gilda said as her previously arched spine slowly settled back to the floor, at least as much as her splayed wings would allow. “If I could promote you for that, I would, cub. Now by my order, do Tara, too!”

“By your command…” he said obediently even though he didn’t need any prompting to do so. Taking a quick swig and swallow of the whiskey-cut cider to cleanse his palette, he switched his efforts to her as he used the smooth surfaces of his beak to pry her furless human nest open next.

Tara responded even more passionately as she pawed weakly at Gilda’s shoulders and chest. She called out with a mixture of human cursewords and invocations to a deity he didn’t know the identity of, and better yet, she told him that he was far better “in bed” than any human lover she’d ever known. And that from here on out, he could have her any time he wished!

“So you’re saying he’s better than me?” Marco made a show of acting offended, to which Tara extended an arm towards him and raised her middle digit.

Fortrakt didn’t know what the gesture meant, but his chest puffed up in pride to hear her pronounce him a true tiercel worthy of her exquisite eagless body. It was an offer he planned to avail himself of as often as possible, fantasizing about all the positions and places he might rut the human eagless as he gave her the same treatment as Gilda. Just like with his superior, he started with Tara’s nest and ended with her tail, with the same ultimate result.

“Oh, God! Oh, fuck! Fortrakt! I’m gonna… gonna!” her body tensed and shivered as she cried out with a series of human squawks, her nest releasing a fresh flood of fluid into his eager beak as he tongued her tail. It left him deciding that he well and truly liked the taste of them, though the sweetness of the cider mixed in with the inherent saltiness of the orifice helped as well.

Once her latest climax was spent, she collapsed on top of Gilda and rolled off her, panting softly, still grasping her talons as the pair slowly recovered their senses.

“Ancestors above…” Gilda stared up from her back at Fortrakt in wonder. “You’re way too good at that… crows take it, stop making me think that you’re not just a total dweeb, Second Spear!” she ordered him sternly as he beamed and licked his beak clean of their mingled honey. He found it an intoxicating elixir of cider and eagless nectar as his unsated phallus throbbed hard beneath his belly, drooling its own effusion onto the floor of the suite. “And from here on out, if either of us want oral action, then by my order, you’d better give it!”

“By your command.” Baring his throat towards them with a very pleased smile, he got another idea, stepping slightly forward and then sitting back to display his stature within reach of their hindquarters.

Mentally urging them to begin stroking his nearly Saddle Arabian-sized spear with the soft pads of their hind paws, he further planted an idea in their mind of being covered in his seed again, recalling an explicit Neighponese comic a friend had smuggled to him while he was still a teen. In it was the image of a pony mare on her back with her legs spread wide before a series of magic-enhanced stallion phalluses, having her mammaries and face covered with crisscrossing lines of cream.

Tara obeyed his command swiftly, but Gilda seemed to hesitate despite the deepened flush of her cheeks. Though surprised at her resistance—apparently there were limits to what he could get them to do? —the human eagless convinced her to join in. “Come on, Gilda. I know you like to be on top where he’s concerned. But are you seriously gonna say he didn’t earn it?”

That made her relent, if still a little reluctantly. “Yeah, I guess he did… I just don’t like the idea of making a total dweeb like him dominant over me. Okay, Second Spear. I’ll do it just this once, so don’t think I’m making it a habit! Consider getting to mark me a reward for exemplary performance of your duties,” she informed him as she stretched out her hindquarters to reach him. She immediately started working on the base of his organ and balls with the pads of her feline paws as Tara worked the top of his spear in turn, massaging its head with the soles of her human feet.

“Ancestors above…” His arched-back groan was echoed by one from Chris. Fortrakt glanced up to see that he was still on his back before Giraldi, stealing looks at them as Marco stepped up to focus his camera on the image of his spear being serviced by two very different sets of hind paws, stroking his own enormous erection as he did so.

“Enjoying the show, dweeb?” Gilda asked him with a glance up but didn’t stop, with one set of her talons stretched down to knead her top left mammary while her other reached under Tara’s shoulder to find and fondle her rightmost chest-mounted breast.

“Immensely…” he said as he got a close up of the action and projected it onto the wall in place of the movie.

On another whim, Fortrakt fed Gilda and Marco an image of herself being coated in their combined cum, to which the latter started stroking his spear more forcefully and lowering himself over them to deliver it. But to his surprise, Gilda blinked hard and gave an outright growl. “Back off, Lakan! Don’t you dare cream all over us without earning the right!” she gave him a warning trill and ruffled her feathers, which made a surprised Marco hurriedly stand up back away from her.

“Uh, Gilda…?” Fortrakt froze for a moment to realize that she had rejected his order and worse, see that her hind claws had splayed briefly against his body’s most sensitive surfaces.

She glanced up and blinked. “Oops! Sorry, cub.” She quickly retracted her claws before resuming her kneading motion against his seed-swollen sac, but then affixed Marco with a glare. “I mean it, Marco Lakan. I said you could touch me, but that’s all! You don’t get to take me or even mark me without winning me. And for as much as it pains me to admit it, the Second Spear did.”

“Gee, thanks, Gilda…” Fortrakt only mildly groused as he spread his haunches wider for her and Tara.

“Spoken like a true eagless…” Giraldi grunted his agreement as he continued to claim Chris’s tail, who stared up at him dreamily from his back. “Though I do not begrudge you the urge, Marco Lakan, you must fly carefully in matters such as these. Griffon females must be won through rite of combat or otherwise proving your worthiness to them. Even in our current state, do not take unearned liberties with the Decurion or any other eagless, or you risk attack.”

“Yeah, seriously, Marco—I thought you would have learned that the first night. Ask permission. Is that really so hard?” Tara’s tone was reproachful even as she didn’t relent her efforts against Fortrakt.

“Okay, okay!” As a chagrined Fortrakt watched, Marco threw up his paws and backed off from the pair. “I’m sorry! Excuse me for wanting to get in on the action…”

“For whatever it’s worth, I was fine with it.” Despite his pleasure, Fortrakt felt momentarily morose, realizing he’d helped cause a moment of strife in the middle of otherwise exquisite sex. Guess I can’t make Gilda do something when she really doesn’t want to! he conceded with his thoughts, both disappointed and relieved that there were limits to his new ability, whose origin he still didn’t understand. I shouldn’t make her do it anyway, since that would be dishonorable. And now I have to make it up to them! But how…?

Before he could think of something—a hard enough task with his spear being deliciously stroked by the quartet of hind paws belonging to both a human and griffon eagless—Giraldi spoke up.

“If you want a willing partner, Marco Lakan, you have one here…” Cradling Chris with a set of talons carefully grasping his rear, the First Spear raised up his hindquarters and lifted his tail high over his back. He displayed his equine-sized sac and prominent pucker, still moist from earlier rutting, causing Marco to take a ragged breath and his hips to buck once as Fortrakt made him vividly recall being buried in the big tiercel’s tail previously.

Looking back over his shoulder, Giraldi smiled slyly to see it. “You clearly like that, Marco Lakan. Between your earlier oral efforts and successfully subduing me by simply inserting your spear, you have won me. So I believe Christopher McLain and I can accommodate you.”

“Yeah, no problem…” Chris agreed easily from where he hung beneath Giraldi’s belly. “But let me down for a second, big guy. Let’s make you more comfortable, first…”

Within moments, he had repositioned himself on all fours, allowing Giraldi to step over him to take him more traditionally, inserting himself anew with a fresh slurping sound. It almost looked to Fortrakt like his human body was all but inhaling the earth griffon’s swollen spear, making the young tiercel keenly recall the feel of Chris’s organ within him.

Marco stared fixedly for a moment, his portal device falling to the carpeted floor from his suddenly slack grip. His hips gave another buck that caused him to step forward fractionally towards Giraldi; the human’s horizontally hanging spear pointed unwaveringly at its destination beneath the first Spear’s upraised tail.

“Come, Marco Lakan. Your eagless awaits…” Giraldi gave a surprisingly feminine trill, eliciting an urk! And yet another buck of Marco’s hips that caused the human male to take another half-step forward, his spear visibly throbbing and drooling harder than ever.

“Don’t fight it, Marco. You know you’re gay for him…” Tara teased as Fortrakt continued to urge him forward, and he guessed that this time, he was successful because Marco was willing, even if he needed just a little extra encouragement. “So, do you like seeing ‘tiercel tuckers’ go at it, Gilda?” Tara then asked the Decurion, who shrugged where she lay.

“Eh, it’s not really my thing, though I admit I kinda do like the idea of a face being buried in such a large sac. What is my thing is seeing some damned dweeb get exactly what they deserve…” she said almost evilly. “By my order, make him gay, First Spear!”

“By your command…” Giraldi said in a sultry tone. “For as much as I am now enjoying their company, I can only hope that every human tiercel is so simple to seduce! For I would make them all part of my new harem… starting with you, Marco Lakan.”

“Harem…?” Marco echoed weakly as his involuntarily thrusting hips forced him to take another stumbling step forward.

“Not that I object, but would your wife approve, Galen?” Tara asked him idly.

“Not as long as I test my partners and find them worthy,” he replied easily. “Though in this case, it would seem that it is more a question of whether I am worthy of them! So take my tail, Marco Lakan. Make me your eagless. And then I will make you the first of my new male harem!”

Marco visibly shivered as his phallus seemed to engorge even more, letting out a small spurt of clear fluid that unerringly hit the First Spear’s sphincter dead center, soaking into it and causing the opening to visibly pucker.

“H-Harem? But I’m not…” the human male said in a half-fearful tone as his repeatedly thrusting hips took him within two steps of Giraldi, who held his pose except for swishing his tail between Marco’s legs before drawing it slowly upward across his intimate areas, and then further up over his belly and chest before arriving at his face.

Marco whimpered at the contact. He stumbled again, this time hard enough to fall forward. As a rapt Fortrakt looked on along with a smirking Tara and Gilda, the darker-skinned human tiercel found himself staring into the back of Giraldi’s grapefruit-sized balls, his eyes wide while both his spear and gaping mouth drooled openly; his nose twitching with their musky male scent.

“Oh, god… I swear I’m not gay… so why do I want so badly to… to…” his words were lost as he began bathing Giraldi’s griffon apples with his tongue, reaching up to grope one with his left hand as he simultaneously began stroking himself with his right.

“Ancestors above…” Giraldi said with a rumble, suddenly leaning heavily on Chris for support. The human tiercel did his best to hold him up from all fours, though Fortrakt imagined it helped that the extra weight allowed the earth griffon’s spear to sink even deeper into his sphincter. “You do that so well…”

“You hear that, Marco? You’re a natural!” Tara all but taunted him after pausing her feet against Fortrakt’s phallus long enough to reach over to grab Marco’s discarded device. Fumbling with it for a moment, he then pointed it at him, to which Marco could only whimper but not relent. “I can’t wait to post this video to Pornhub! And then I’m gonna send it to all the girls you used to hit on at the bar I worked at back home!”

“No! Don’t...” Marco pleaded weakly as despite her words and the camera now trained on him, he didn’t relent. He couldn’t; especially not with Fortrakt making sure he was intensely aware of both his newly acquired taste for tiercels and the sheer illicitness of the act, letting them fuel the human male’s surging desires further.

Crows know that If I’ve learned nothing else about Marco by now, it’s that he likes breaking the rules and being seen doing it! Just like ME! Fortrakt thought giddily.

“I knew he had it in him…” Chris said happily as he braced himself as best he could and a weak-legged Giraldi tried to use his rigid wings to provide at least a slight amount of lift. “Welcome to the other side, buddy!”

“Wow. I do believe we shut him up, Gilda,” Tara remarked, having slowed her efforts against Fortrakt’s spear. But he didn’t mind just then, his attention fixed on the mixed male threesome before him.

“Such Ancestor-blessed silence,” Gilda snarked. “Like I said before, I like Lakan more when he isn’t talking!”

Marco just managed to pry his right set of talons away from his spear to raise his middle digit at her, in what Fortrakt interpreted to be some form of obscene gesture. But Tara only snickered, explaining it to Gilda as the equivalent of a human saying “fuck you!”

“In your dreams, Marco Lakan,” Gilda answered easily, as they’d learned by then that ‘fuck’ was a very vulgar term for rutting and arguably their most severe swear word. “Fighting for your friends earns you the right to touch me, and I admit you weren’t too bad at oral, either. But if you want to tuck me, you’re going to have to do even better than that. Though I guess you can start working your way up by servicing my subordinates,” she suggested, licking her lips as she saw Marco now reaching up to begin to spread the First Spear’s already loosened hole with his fingers; he inserted one digit, and then a second at Fortrakt’s urging.

“Please them, and maybe you can please me. Now tongue that tail!” Gilda further ordered him to a squeal from Marco and a laugh from Tara. “You can thank me later, First Spear.”

Giraldi’s only reply was to groan as Marco’s eyes went wide and he began to do so at Fortrakt’s urging, working his way around the edge for a moment until the puckered opening was even more puffy and prominent, winking once like a eagless nest.

It was another minute before Marco came up for air. “In for a pound, in for a penny…” he said in a shaky voice before he grasped the First Spear’s flanks inserted his tongue fully, causing the big earth griffon to trill loudly and nearly collapse, making Chris grunt as he struggled to support the tiercel's weight.

But Fortrakt couldn’t focus on that for much longer before Gilda and Tara started kneading his organ again, causing him to release a sudden squawk and nearly lose his balance. Struggling to keep himself pointed forward at them, he was surprised when Tara propped him up by putting her feet against her upper torso in the vicinity of his flight muscles, which she began to knead with the balls of her human feet.

While she did so, Gilda took over the task of massaging his spear directly; she did so with one paw on his balls and the other on his shaft, taking some pains to rub the top of it where it was most sensitive.

His eyes glazed and closed, able only to take it and pant, seeing not black but a deep pink haze behind his eyelids that he’d otherwise gotten so used to that he barely noticed it any more. What he did notice was the endless rapture he was receiving from his own superior and her newly acquired human ‘girlfriend’, who was more than willing to share herself with him as well.

“Oooohhhh...” he called out as he felt his already-enormous tiercelhood start to swell even further along with his seemingly endless excitement, soaking up all the erotic attention and sensation he was being given by two of the unlikeliest lovers in existence.

He glanced up briefly to see that Marco had mounted Giraldi from behind again, sandwiching the First Spear between him and Chris. The big earth griffon was already crying out to the Ancestors that none but human males were good enough for him any longer as they pushed forward into him and back against him in concert, maximizing his pleasure.

“Don’t get distracted, Second Spear,” Gilda told him with a smirk, “because this is the one time you’ll ever see me doing this for you!”

“Y-yes, Decurion,” he managed in a shaky voice of his own as he returned his attention back to the two eaglesses before him, locking his gaze on their hind paws pleasuring him. “Ancestors above... I’m almost...” he felt his body tense again but forced himself to keep his eyes open this time to see what was happening to him, letting the sight of human and griffon eaglesses stroking his spear with their hind paws feed his already sky-high desires further.

“Don’t hold back, Fortrakt,” Tara invited, setting Marco’s camera device well aside, perhaps to get it out of the line of fire. “You earned it. You earned this. Now give it all to us!”

Told by her to cum all over them both, he was instantly pushed over the top. “By your command... Ah!” He squawked hard as his hips bucked once with his initial explosion, sending his first spurt right onto Gilda’s face. The second one hit her cheek and the third found Tara’s chest, and then he lost track of where his streams of seed were going as his hips thrust frantically into the air, spraying his load everywhere.

By the time his orgasmic eruption had receded to a few slowing dribbles and he opened his eyes again, he found himself propped in a sitting position with both females bearing a series of long white lines across their respective bodies, including everything from their feet to their faces. And though he hadn’t quite intended it, his spurting spear had even somehow targeted their mammaries, marking all six of them with several spatters of seed.

“Crows take it...” Gilda groused at least mildly as she even found his cum between two of her padded hind paw digits. “So now I’m a mess again. Happy, Second Spear?”

“Immensely...” he admitted in the tingling afterglow of his climax, glancing up to see that Marco, Chris and Giraldi had finished as well, having fallen on top of each other and then onto their sides. “And for the record, you do that surprisingly well, Decurion. You should do it more often.” He couldn’t resist needling her a bit.

Her cheeks flushed again. “In your dreams, cub. Now find me a towel!” she ordered him, to which he did so after stumbling slightly, still feeling a bit unsteady after his latest orgasmic release.

Ten minutes later, they had cleaned up again, though Marco reported that they had almost exhausted their supply of towels from the three suite bathrooms to do it.

“Whew! You know, at this rate, if we fuck after every battle sequence, we’re never gonna finish the movie!” Chris noted breathlessly as he settled back against Giraldi while Marco was at the sink splashing water on his face.

“Yeah. And the problem is?” Tara said with a smirk as she settled in with Gilda, leaning with her against the sofa again, the former pulling the latter back against her. “Actually, if memory serves, I think we got some time before the next one. Sorry, girlfriend, but some more ‘dweeby talk’ is ahead.” She reached down and kissed Gilda’s feathered head, eliciting a smile from her.

“Only because they’re really trying to set the scene. They’re taking pains to show what’s happening around the battles and how the climactic engagement came about,” Chris quickly spoke up, his body glistening with what smelled like the same sweet and salty sweat that Tara’s body was emitting, which Fortrakt guessed was—just like for ponies—a means for humans to cool off instead of flaring their wings to vent excess heat to the air. “Intrigue and intelligence. It’s really interesting, actually.”

“As far as I’m concerned, you can just skip over it,” Gilda groused as she nestled her head back into Tara’s bulbous chest-mounted mammaries, allowing Fortrakt to do the same with hers lower on her belly. “All I wanna see is action. So let’s see it! And if you’re going to lie there against me, do us all a favor and keep that oversized spear of yours out of the picture, cub!”

“By your command…” Fortrakt said, trying to hold it flatter, but Marco fixed the issue by doing something to the projector that raised the image further up the wall.

“Sorry, Decurion, but I for one do wish to hear it. For tales of battles past are far more interesting and meaningful when we understand all that led to them,” Giraldi pronounced as he took another gulp of cider cut with a splash of whiskey. “And I want to hear all the explanations possible from you, Christopher McClain. For I find your intellect very attractive right now.”

“God above, I think I’m dreaming…” was all Chris could immediately say as he stared up at Giraldi in wonder, who began rubbing the nubs of the human’s curious male teats between his thumb digit and foretalons. “You like me for my mind?”

“For your magnificent military mind, yes,” the First Spear confirmed as he began to feel Chris up more fully, to the laughter of Marco and Tara. “Such superb intellect is more attractive to me than even the most exquisite eagless body—like yours, Tara Fields.”

“You can have it as long as I can have her. Right now, I just want to see more fighting!” Gilda announced again.

“You hear that, Tara? It looks like the way to a griffon’s heart is through battle and bullets. Then maybe we should show them our guns?” Marco suggested idly with a wry grin.

“Guns? Bullets?” Fortrakt chorused along with Gilda, craning his neck to look back at him.

“Guns are the weapons that are firing those ‘bolts’ you see, which are actually called ‘bullets’. Best analogy I can come up with for them is that they’re basically miniature cannons firing equivalent-sized cannonballs. But instead of being single-shot like your airship cannons, they’re designed to make reload automatic, enabling them to throw up hundreds or even thousands of shots per minute in some cases.”

“Remarkable…” Giraldi said. “So that is what we are seeing. But how is such a thing possible?” he asked, to which Chris and Marco laughed.

“Well, explaining it could take a while, but we could show you directly instead. Wanna pull out our arsenal?” Chris suggested hopefully with a look around him.

“Yeah, let’s!” Marco agreed eagerly from the kitchen.

“Arsenal…?” Fortrakt blinked, exchanging a curious look with Gilda.

“Tempting. But nah, better not…” Tara decided as she squeezed Gilda possessively for a moment. “Sorry, guys. I mean, not that I’d mind showing off our wares—the rules are stupid and getting to tweak Goldberg by breaking them is a bonus—but I really don’t wanna get Sergeant Reyes or Lieutenant Nantz in trouble for allowing our stuff through. Nantz is such a sweetie. Sure wish he and Merlina were here right now…” she said wistfully.

“You said it,” Marco agreed. “I bet the Lieutenant’s screwing her silly right now.”

“Merlina?” Gilda echoed as Fortrakt could only blink at the image. “But she’s too young. She can’t even fight a round yet!” his superior protested.

“Uh… as if that matters to us? Or to you guys now, for that matter?” Marco pointed out with a smirk as he passed out another round of whiskey-cut cider, though for the first time, he had to tilt the cider barrel to get more of it to flow out. “She’s a pretty little thing. Hell, I wouldn’t mind doing her!” he mused, mixing some more whiskey into a cider bowl which he then brought to Fortrakt.

“You said it. I just hope Jason is making a proper eagless out of her.” Tara smiled from behind him. He wasn’t sure whose mammaries he enjoyed nestling in more at that point, given Gilda’s four slightly smaller ones were in some ways even more comfortable than Tara’s two. “Just wish we could watch. But since we can’t… roll it, Marco.”

“By your command…” he said with a twinkle as Fortrakt heard a single tap and then the movie image began moving again, showing the aftermath of the destructive raid on the harbor in which dozens of half-sunken ships still burned.

“Awful way to go…” Chris said solemnly as the image shifted to seeing humans atop an overturned hull of one of their larger warships, sparks coming off the surface as they tried to cut their way inside. “Suffocating inside an overturned ship from which you can’t escape. God only knows how many were still alive inside the Arizona when it sunk.”

“May the Ancestors bless them,” Fortrakt felt he had to say, even though he knew the scene was fictional even if the battle wasn’t. “And may they later be avenged.”

“Don’t you worry about that, Second Spear,” Chris promised as he let Giraldi pull him back against him as the latter lay on his back, propped up by couch cushions Marco heaped beneath him. Marco shortly joined them, snuggling up to the other side of the First Spear, to which the big earth griffon placed a taloned paw on Marco’s bare flank. “They’ll have vengeance in spades.”

“In spades?” Fortrakt and every other griffon in the room echoed uncomprehendingly.

“It just means they’ll have plenty of it,” Chris explained as the Enterprise came into the harbor, her crew gawking at the ruin left by the raid. “By chance, our three Pacific Fleet carriers were at sea when the Japanese struck Pearl, or else they’d probably have been sunk, too. If they had been… we could well have lost the war, or at least been driven all the way back to our own shores.”

“Own shores?” Fortrakt had to ask this time, turning his head slightly from where it was still comfortably nestled in Gilda’s belly breasts. “Aren’t these your shores?”

“Yes and no,” Chris answered as the scene showed the human pilot they’d seen at the start leave the ship. He then met up through a woven metal fence with a slightly oddly-dressed human eagless that Fortrakt guessed was his Uxor, grasping talons with her as she begged him to come home. But he declined, saying that their ship was putting back to sea quickly as soon as they were resupplied, promising that he would search for the officer on board the Arizona that had shot down an enemy plane and Fortrakt knew had gone down with his ship.

“Pearl Harbor is located in an isolated volcanic island chain collectively called Hawaii in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, around two thousand leagues from the west coast of our mainland—a Roman league is about one-point-four miles or two-point-two kilometers before Tara or Marco asks. But these ships could cross that distance in a matter of days—as long as they had the fuel, that is. Pearl Harbor contained our only major naval base in the middle of the ocean, and if the Japanese could destroy not just the ships it serviced but the service and supply facilities themselves…”

“Then the remnants of your fleet could not be sustained and would have to withdraw to where it could be, giving your enemy free rein over most of the vast Sea of Serenity.” Fortrakt could all but hear Giraldi nodding thoughtfully, finding himself doing the same. “It is an example of how the root of warfare involves not numbers, or even equipment and training, but logistics. And yet, for having taken their foe completely by surprise to decimate your fleet, they did not follow up their advantage?”

Chris shook his head as he snuggled into the First Spear’s side a little deeper, obeying an impulse from Fortrakt to lay his hand on the earth griffon tiercel’s still-throbbing spear. “Thankfully, no. No follow-up strike was launched, as the Japanese commander—Admiral Nagumo, who you’ll see later on—apparently thought that by destroying most of our land-based planes and sinking our Battleships, which were our largest surface ships mounting the biggest guns, he’d done enough damage and that to stay in the vicinity of the Hawaiian islands was to invite a counterstrike.”

“I see…” Giraldi licked his head and squeezed his flank as the hands of Chris and Marco hands settled fully onto his spear and sac; with Chris favoring the former and Marco, the latter. “Though I admit I am still very unfamiliar with the capabilities of these ships and ‘planes’, that seems to be a strategically shortsighted decision, given that other officer said to your fleet master—or ‘Admiral’ as I believe you and the ponies call them—that they didn’t know where the enemy was?”

“True, but remember, big guy—we see that through the magic of the movie, but for all the Japanese knew, we’d already located them and were readying an attack,” Chris said with a squeeze of Giraldi’s spear that caused some more clear fluid to run out the top down onto his hand, which he used to lube the organ further. “As you already saw, Admiral Halsey was attempting to do just that from the Enterprise, but as he had to guess at their location, we missed them completely. So in fairness, it wasn’t an unreasonable fear.”

Giraldi nodded his understanding, giving a contented rumble as his slickened spear was stroked. “Such a difficult dilemma to face. Still, even if an attack reached his fleet, the tactics to be used seem dubious at best—if I am interpreting the dialog correctly, they were going to attempt to lay down a screen of smoke for other ‘planes’ to come in at low altitude, who would then use something called ‘torpedoes’? What are they?”

“Uh-oh. So how are you going to explain that in terms they understand, Chris?” Tara asked with a smirk, running one hand through Gilda’s chestfeathers while another cupped Fortrakt’s face, who turned into it, using his own talons to squeeze Gilda’s lower mammaries again.

Chris looked over at her and grinned. “Very easily. You can think of a torpedo as a self-propelled metal spear with an explosive tip. It travels at fast speed through shallow water to strike a surface ship below the waterline, sinking it by punching a large hole in its metal hull. Smaller ships might be sunk by a single torpedo hit, but bigger ships could require several.”

The image earned a blink from Fortrakt and a rare thoughtful note from Gilda. “Huh. Interesting. Still can’t believe that those enormous metal ships can actually float…” she murmured from behind him as she obeyed an impulse to pillow his head in her upper set of mammaries, pushing their mass against him. At least she doesn’t have a problem doing THAT! So maybe she actually likes me…? The thought was strangely heady.

Suddenly disinclined to move, Fortrakt stared at the image of the screen, showing the American ‘carrier’ recovering the planes of their failed strike, resulting in a sharp argument between two officers when one of the planes nearly crashed trying to land in the dark. “I agree, Decurion. Our airships are steel-plated in critical places, but if we covered them completely, they’d be so heavy that they couldn’t fly,” he felt obliged to make his own observation.

“Steampunk airships…” Marco murmured, his head in the crook of Giraldi’s forearm. “Still can’t believe those exist here. Hey, Gilds—any chance we could get on board one of those later? I’d like to see the insides of them.”

Gilda gave him a look. “It’s Decurion. And that depends, dweeb. Are you going to behave yourself and not try to molest a male statue or grope an eagless with your grubby paws, this time?” She reached down to the side for her bowl to take another gulp of cider.

“No promises,” he said with a snicker. “No more than I’ll promise not to molest you!”

Fortrakt heard her give a low trill; he barely had time to register it before he felt her bulging breasts suddenly expand again. They pressed more firmly into the sides of his face as her arousal grew and the smell of cider around her along with it. “If you please me and don’t push me, then I might be able to arrange a tour for you three later,” she offered. “But no promises there, either.”

“Wow, she’s really warming up to you, Marco,” Tara teased again with another kiss of Gilda’s head that Fortrakt could hear above him. “So you were saying, Chris…?”

“Right. The dilemma.” Chris took a moment to regain his chain of thought, giving Giraldi’s spear a slow stroke as Fortrakt turned his head to watch. “See, Nagumo was worried about being blindsided by the absent American carriers if he launched another attack, given that would require him to remain in the area long enough to recover his strike force, which would take hours. Again, that wasn’t an unreasonable fear, given what would happen later…” he noted with a grin.

“They were also a long way from home and fuel reserves for the smaller escort vessels were starting to run low, meaning they couldn’t stay out there much longer. I could say more, but just keep watching. One of the nice things about this movie is that they do address these questions, which have historical answers.”

“You know, you’re really geeking out over this, Chris,” Marco teased as he crunched on some popcorn, sharing it with Giraldi and Chris using his left hand while caressing and gently squeezing Giraldi’s sac with his right, seemingly content with his place at the First Spear’s side. At Fortrakt’s urging, he picked up his ‘smartphone’ to start snapping pictures of the two separate scenes, including and especially closeups of feathered heads nestled in both human and griffon mammaries. He followed that up by taking photographs of all the visible sacs and spears.

“Hey, what can I say? I love history. Especially this history,” Chris said with a grin, taking pains to pose with Giraldi when Mraco turned the camera on them. “I hope we can take you guys to Earth sometime to show you old World War II museum ships and planes…”

“Crows take it. You know, you’re just as dweeby as the Second Spear here when it comes to obsessing over a favorite subject,” he heard Gilda tease, to which he retaliated by reaching up to rub her lower set of teats between his talons, happily kneading and cradling the mounds they topped against his neck and feathered cheeks.

“’Dweeby’ or not, he has my undivided attention, Decurion,” Giraldi rumbled happily as the picture resumed, and the scene soon began shifting back and forth between the two sides of the ocean being fought over. The first setting showed a decidedly Neighponese setting that ended with the ‘Japanese’ Admiral they’d seen at the beginning arguing with a rival service over their next course of action in the war.

“Great. More talk,” Gilda grumped, but the foreign dialog quickly captured even her attention as they followed the conversation by reading the translated Neighponese at the bottom of the image.

“The ones in the green uniforms are the Imperial Japanese Army—their other big service branch. And I believe the one at the head of the table on the right is General Hideki Tojo, who was not just their Prime Minister but the architect of Japanese imperialism and a huge advocate for war. As you can hear, he and the Army he commands have a different set of priorities. And don’t think much of their naval counterparts,” Chris noted with a nod as he ran one hand through Giraldi’s mottled chestfeathers while the other squeezed his tiercel spear together against his own.

“So I see,” Giraldi said, sparing a glance down at his lap and smiling, wrapping one set of his talons around those of Chris. “Were one of our service branches to openly disparage another like that and reduce them to a mere ferry service, the result would be a very public duel. And if it involved the heads of the two service branches, that duel would likely be to the death since the honor of so many individual soldiers would be affected.”

“Seems a bit barbaric. Does that ever actually happen in your military?” Tara asked, unable to keep her hands off Gilda, who trilled her pleasure at the now-practiced touch of the human eagless.

“No, Tara Fields. Or at least, not on that scale. Our four major military branches are expected to work together to carry out the Queen’s will and always act in the defense of the Kingdom, whether that means alone or in concert with the other services,” the First Spear said to a nod from Fortrakt.

“You might get a few inexperienced soldiers insulting those of another branch. But it is rare that veteran or more highly ranked ones do, simply because we will have seen combat by then with such enemies as the Harpies and Ibexians. We thus know how important it is that we rely on each other, both to supplement our strengths or cover for our weaknesses.”

“So in other words, you practice combined-arms warfare,” Chris said, to which Giraldi gave him a glance and squeeze.

“An odd way to term it, Christopher McLain, but I do take your meaning. Yes, our services are designed to cooperate with each other and train constantly to do so. We call it Unitas Armorum, and we are taught it from the first day at the Gauntlet.”

“Unity of arms,” Chris translated. “I like that.”

The movie shifted between the ‘Japanese’ setting to show a winter scene in a new human city with strangely similar architecture to the government buildings in Arnau. It soon took them into a well-appointed office where two brand new characters appeared, including a high-ranked naval officer with white hair and wrinkles on an otherwise chiseled face.

“That’s Admiral Chester Nimitz on the left. As you can hear, he was given the completely thankless and initially impossible task of turning back the Japanese tide when they had all the advantages in numbers, training and equipment,” Chris explained.

“Did he succeed?” Fortrakt wondered aloud, studying the older human in some fascination, finding himself slowly stroking his spear with one set of talons while reaching down for a talonful of popcorn with the other.

“Put it this way, buddy—there’s a modern carrier class named after him,” Marco said as the movie now showed what appeared to be a funeral service, repositioning himself slightly to let the end of his spear rest against the base of Giraldi’s. “And he definitely earned it, starting with all this…”

They fell silent as the movie shifted a few times more, including to a hospital where the human pilot discovered the gruesomely charred remains of the mustachioed officer who had died aboard the Arizona, whom Fortrakt finally understood had been the pilot’s friend. It then displayed what appeared to be what Fortrakt also knew ponies termed a ‘wake’, where the comrades of the mustachioed officer—his name was “Roy”—remembered him fondly.

They reminisced about the good times they had together, led by the pilot they’d seen in the opening sequence flying the ‘Dauntless’. He then stood up on the bar and related the story of them absconding to another nation while on leave, sailing to ‘Canada’ for some ‘beer’.

“Okay. So what’s the big deal about that?” a befuddled Fortrakt asked as the picture was paused again. “I gather that’s some kind of drink, but couldn’t they get it at home?”

“Nope,” Chris said simply, Fortrakt glancing over to see that he was seemingly unable to get enough of Giraldi’s touch or large tiercel body. “Alcoholic beverages were forbidden to make, sell or drink at that point in our history.”

“Forbidden? You’re serious?” Gilda asked in disbelief as Fortrakt’s eyes went wide. “They weren’t allowed any?”

“Not during Prohibition. For twelve years, starting in 1920 and ending in 1933—just eight years before these events—our nation banned the production and sale of all alcoholic beverages,” Chris explained, causing Fortrakt’s jaw to drop open, and he could well imagine that Gilda was having the same reaction out of view behind him.

“Ancestors above…” Fortrakt’s shock was not feigned. “No alcohol? The entire Kingdom’s military would revolt!”

“Not just the military, Second Spear. I daresay the entire gryphon nation would rebel…” Giraldi sounded equally shocked.

“You said it, First Spear. We’re allowed a small rum ration as part of our evening meal, and more than that on our off days. If you then tell me that I can’t deal with a week of endless dweebs by getting drunk after…” Gilda’s feathers ruffled. “Crows take that to Tartarus and may the Ancestors smite anycreature who tries it!”

“Well said, Decurion!” Fortrakt approved, curling his right set of talons into a fist before reaching them back up towards Gilda, who bumped them. “Though may the Ancestors forgive me, as I kind of like that Buffalo whiskey more than our rum…”

“I do believe you are correct, Second Spear,” Giraldi agreed, reaching down to pick up his bowl before offering it up to the two humans held against him, who each took a drink from it before he dipped his beak into the bowl. “Ancestors above, what a uniquely mellowing and intoxicating brew this is…”

“Okay, that’s it. I’m going back to that buffalo bull in Appleloosa with what you guys said,” Marco announced. “Maybe then I can convince them to set up an embassy and brewery here to start trading their stuff. How about it, Gilds? Will that earn you?” he asked her hopefully.

“You know what? For as much as I like this hooch, it just might.” Fortrakt felt Gilda shift as she reached down to pick up her half-full drink bowl and dip her beak into it. “So why, by all the crows, would your nation be so lame and dweeby as to ban drinks?” she incredulously asked the question Fortrakt wanted to.

He heard the humans chuckle. “Without going too deep into it? For religious reasons that weren’t shared by more than a very vocal minority,” Chris explained.

“Needless to say, it was a dismal failure resulting in vast black markets supplied by underground smuggling networks with occasionally violent criminal enterprises running them. So what they’re saying is that they traveled in a small sailboat across the Great Lakes—what the ponies collectively call the Celestial Seas—to the nation of Canada, where alcohol was still legal and they could buy whatever they wanted.”

Tara picked it up from there. “They got their beer and started to head back—‘beer’ is basically a frothy non-sweet grain-based ale that I personally like; it’s served chilled and is popular as a cheap form of drink—but the wind died and they were stranded out in the middle of a very large lake that bordered the two countries. If they were caught with it by a passing patrol boat, they’d be arrested for smuggling, so their late friend Roy suggested that they simply drink it all out there,” she finished the explanation.

Fortrakt nodded his understanding as Giraldi spoke up. “Then this Lieutenant Roy Pierce was indeed both an able officer and an excellent comrade.” He bared his neck at the frozen image on the screen, where small glass vessels holding liquor were raised in toast to the fallen human—something griffons might do with bowls, Fortrakt noted in approval.

“To Roy,” he offered in a deliberate imitation of the movie’s human officer.

“To Roy!” All humans and griffons watching the movie echoed like the humans in the scene did, throwing back another gulp of their drinks from mugs and bowls alike before Marco resumed the movie again.

They fell silent after that as the next scene showed the human Admiral arriving at Pearl Harbor to take command, followed by a meeting with the intelligence officer who had tried and failed to warn of the original attack. Fortrakt found himself nodding as he honorably admitted his failures and offered to take a much lesser post on a ‘destroyer’ as penance, only to be told no—that as long as he learned from his error, his keen mind was still needed in his current post, and he was then charged by his new commander with determining the next move and likely actions of their foe.

Admiral Nimitz then announced that he wished to ‘strike a blow’ against the Japanese both for the morale of his men, and so their enemy ‘would know what it’s like to get hit’.”

“Excellent instincts,” Giraldi approved. “When defeat is still fresh in the mind of one’s force, even a symbolic strike could go a long way towards igniting their fighting spirit anew.”

The scene soon shifted again to show the Enterprise on approach to the ‘Marshall Islands’ and the pilots who would be taking part in the strike receiving a pre-combat briefing.

“Finally. More action,” Gilda said in satisfaction, beginning to work her upper set of mammaries again in anticipation. “By my Ancestors, I want to see those ‘warplanes’ fight in the sky and blow things up on the ground again.”

“Don’t you worry your pretty feathered head, Gilds,” Marco replied from against Giraldi, earning an annoyed look and making Fortrakt note appreciatively that he wasn’t afraid to tease Gilda, even with her warning trill. “You’re gonna get everything you want and then some.”

“I’d better. And call me ‘pretty’ at your peril, dweeb.”

“Yeah, Marco. She’s not pretty, she’s perfect…” Tara corrected, causing Gilda to all but croon and move sensuously beneath Fortrakt’s head. She shifted herself enough to start kissing her beak to Tara’s soft lips, but it didn’t last long as the human planes were shown skimming low over the ocean. They were heading towards a nearby island in front of which sat a large enemy vessel they were approaching from the side in a spread-out formation.

The ship’s various cannon mounts opened up with a massive hail of ‘gunfire’ that succeeded in taking out at least one of the approaching planes. The lead plane then dropped what its pilot announced was a torpedo, whose rear propellers—not unlike how Kingdom airships traveled! —powered it through the water at shallow depth towards the enemy warship.

Fortrakt held his breath and began stroking his spear more quickly to see it close in, anticipating the ship’s destruction; he could even feel Gilda tensing up beneath him and just hear wet squishing sounds as she clenched her thighs to knead the lips of her nest. But at the moment of impact, it failed to detonate, simply breaking apart in the water and sinking out of view before the slightly befuddled but very relieved Japanese sailors on board the ship.

“Crows take it…” Even Gilda sounded disappointed, her tensed body suddenly relaxing like her partner had climaxed before she had, leaving her unsated.

“Yeah, our air-dropped torps weren’t as good or reliable as the Japanese ones to start,” Chris admitted somewhat ruefully. “And as you can see, using them required a very dangerous low altitude approach which could be suicide when facing thicker flak or enemy air attack. But don’t worry, Gilda—our dive bombs worked just fine.”

“Dive bombs?” Fortrakt chorused with her.

“Just watch,” Chris directed with a grin and they fell silent again. The movie then showed the pilot—Lieutenant Dick Best, Fortrakt remembered his name was called—spotting another ‘airfield’ on a second island that wasn’t in their briefing. There were a series of large enemy planes visible there, readying to take off from the flat surfaces that seemed to give them the distance they needed to attain flight. He then directed his planes to strike the base, as Fortrakt gleaned from his explanation that the large ‘bombers’ there were getting ready to attack the carriers they’d come from.

But before they could reach it, they were ambushed ‘out of the sun’ by green-painted enemy fighters, which was a tactic he dimly recalled that Equestrian pegasi had used quite often against Imperial soldiers, enabling them to close in unseen to where their wingblades could tell.

Their sudden appearance and the subsequent midair explosion of one of the planes startled him enough to cause him to flinch hard, his spear spurting noticeably when his muscles tensed and an adrenaline surge went through him.

“Ancestors…” He heard Gilda exclaim from behind him. He also felt her tense as the American planes returned fire from their front and rear-mounted cannons, while Lieutenant Best himself readied to dive on the base with the ‘bomb’ mounted beneath his plane’s belly.

Fortrakt held his breath, sensing his body and sexual tension building anew as the human pilot dove his ‘Dauntless’ through a hail of ground fire to target the center of the bombers lined up and waiting their chance to take off; there appeared to be some form of sight mounted on top of his instrument displays which Fortrakt further realized was a means to aim his attack.

His heart began to race harder and he reached down to stroke himself more frantically as the sharp descent of the human pilot’s plane reached a dangerously low altitude. He waited until the last moment and he was as close as possible before he released his bomb and pulled out of it, which impacted the grounded ‘bomber’ formation dead center and caused a series of hopscotching explosions to consume most of them along with one of the large buildings around them.

Fortrakt felt his oversized apples contract back up into his body as his back began to arch. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” he called out to see the successful strike through the pink haze of his vision. He felt a fresh and surprisingly powerful climax claim him, his spear erupting high into the air to shower not just his own body with seed but arc high enough to hit the two eaglesses behind him as well.

He dimly heard Gilda’s passionate trill as his spasming spear finally subsided after hitting his own face and chest repeatedly, but only after it had lost enough force to not travel as far as it had at first.

When he came to his senses to see the movie paused again and hear a sputtering sound from Gilda, he found himself still nestled between the Decurion’s very soft and newly moistened mammaries. But when he craned his head back, he realized he’d climaxed so hard he’d coated her face and Tara’s even more bulbous breasts to either side of it with his own cream again, leaving his older partner agape with his seed dripping off her open beak into her maw.

Her talons were also frozen against her upper teats in mid-squeeze, where lines of semen had coated them again, painting her talons with nearly parallel lines of thick spunk while filling in the gaps between them against the short fur of her deliciously large and provocatively protruding belly breasts.

“Crows take it, cub!” she said in some mild disgust but made no effort to throw him off or clean herself, her tongue automatically licking out as Tara reached up with a finger to gather some off her beak and taste it. “I said you could mark me once! By all the crows of the Kingdom, can’t you control yourself?”

“Can you blame him? You came too, girlfriend,” an amused and unoffended Tara reminded her, making a show of rubbing the sensual material into the already-slick and glistening skin of her chest-mounted mammaries.

“Yeah, I did…” Gilda admitted somewhat ruefully, then she rounded hard on Marco. “Damn you and your movies, Marco Lakan! I blame you for this!” But Marco and Chris were also panting softly, having creamed as one all over Giraldi’s chest along with the big griffon himself; Fortrakt blinked when he realized that the First Spear had a single talon sunk deep into each of their human sphincters!

“Blame me for getting you off, girl? Fine by me!” he rejoined happily, running his cum-soaked fingers through Giraldi’s fur and feathers.

“She may damn you. But I for one thank you, Marco Lakan,” Giraldi began making out with him despite their mutual mess as Chris was still spurting slowly. “Watching this movie is far more invigorating than any mating round I have ever fought. What wondrous creatures are human males that they may seduce me with their tiercel tails and cinematic masterpieces!”

“You can have them, then. Crows take it…” Gilda growled again as she raised her talons to find them dripping with Fortrakt’s seed; she then obeyed a mental impulse to lick them clean. “Figured you’d make another total mess of me, dweeb. Now we have to clean up again.”

“We can’t. We’re out of clean towels,” a very happy Marco reminded them, still pushing back into Giraldi’s paw. “But that’s okay. I say we just lay here and keep watching while we let it dry out a bit first, and then we’ll take turns using the showers. Or we can shower together in our individual rooms since those tubs should be just big enough for two of us.”

“Fine, but not too soon. If you get spunk wet too quickly, it curdles and sticks to your hair like crazy. It’s a lot easier to remove after it settles and dries out a bit, first,” Chris warned with a contented grin as he lay back against the First Spear again.

“Great. So I have to stay here covered in the Second Spear’s seed?” Gilda groused.

“Well, I think that look suits you, Gilds. And I’d still love to cover you with all of mine!” Marco stated with a lewd look and wink.

“Try it and die, dweeb,” Gilda growled a warning trill at him, but Marco didn’t stop stroking himself in her direction. “And crows take it… stop spreading it around, Second Spear!” she ordered, but she didn’t move to stop him either, just watching in disbelief as he gathered more of it from his own belly to rub all over her two lower breasts, grinning as he took very deliberate pains to leave a glob of it directly over each teat.

“By your command. Then how about…” On a whim, Fortrakt sat up slightly to start drawing small circles and other shapes in his cream, carving spiral grooves in the substance that started at the edge of her mammaries and then spiraled upwards towards her teats.

She watched him in disbelief but still made no effort to prevent it. “I said stop it! I don’t care if you admire Gavian Ravenoff for being an artist, I am not your personal paintboard, cub!” she further insisted as he rubbed her taut teats right through the liquid once the path he traced had reached them, causing their greater mass to wobble and Gilda herself to shiver.

“You’re a work of art to me, Gilda,” Tara told her before Fortrakt could reply, instantly mollifying her. “And you always look good to me, even covered in cum.”

“Especially then!” Marco piped up, to which Gilda could only grumble softly but let Tara feed her a seed-smeared finger at Fortrakt’s mental command while the young tiercel giddily repeated his artwork on her upper set of breasts, this time drawing a series of sun-like rays emanating from their tips. “Okay, then since we’re on hold for a bit and Fortrakt’s having way too much fun, shall I resume the movie? I promise there’s no more battle action to turn you or the Second Spear on for a bit, Gilds.” He said with a wink at Fortrakt.

“Good. I need a break. I swear, if I get coated in that dweeb’s cream just one more time…” Gilda grumbled softly as she settled back against Tara.

“By all means…” Giraldi invited. “The attack was undeniably satisfying, but it is quite clear the battle is not yet over. So let us see its aftermath and what action may be yet to come…”

But it quickly turned out that Marco had lied as the scene resumed to show the human pilot attempting to escape after his successful strike. He engaged in a head-on pass with an enemy fighter where his forward cannons scored, sending his foe crashing hard into a tree-covered mountainside where the stricken plane exploded spectacularly. But the fight wasn’t over yet as, pursued by two more enemy planes, he attempted to get away; the younger cub in the rear of the plane returning fire from his twin seat-mounted cannons.

He weaved and dodged their incendiary bolt-like cannonballs, even flying at dangerously low altitude and high speeds through what looked like jungle-covered hills and valleys in an attempt to lose his pursuit.

“Get those bastards off me, Murray!” Lieutenant Best called back to his rear gunner, and Fortrakt was so enrapt again by the unlikely sight of human aerial combat that his spear quickly surged back to full erection.

One pursuing plane was shot down by the tail guns—“Ancestors above, I want to fire those cannons,” Fortrakt whispered reverently as he stroked himself to the sight—but the other kept up with the human plane as the American pilot suddenly climbed high for the cloud base, trying to hide within them.

He then deliberately stalled his flight to almost instantly reverse his course back into a sharp dive to dodge one cannon pass. He successfully hid in the cumulus clouds around him, though one parting pass from the enemy fighter stitched the side of his plane, just missing its pilots and causing Fortrakt to both flinch and spurt again as he felt Gilda clench beneath him.

“An excellent maneuver!” Giraldi praised as he started stroking himself again from a sitting position, pulling Chris onto his lap with his other talons and quickly sinking him onto his length. “I would never have thought a human would understand flight so well! Even a griffon would have a difficult time doing that under duress!”

“I don’t think I could do it under fire like that...” Fortrakt agreed, sitting up to watch closer, still slowly stroking himself. And then he heard a wet squishing sound, turning to see that Gilda was almost involuntarily pleasuring herself again. “Such skill! Such nerve!” he found himself gushing.

But Gilda seemed far less pleased. “Crows take it… you lied to me! There was more combat! You have no honor, Marco Lakan!” she accused even as she couldn’t stop pawing at herself, kneading one of her lower mammaries while digging the other set of talons hard into her swollen slit.

“And now I’m so turned on again I can’t stop!” she complained through a clenched beak as she dug her talons even deeper into her own opening, not even caring that Fortrakt’s seed was still coating her talons.

“Only because I know how much you like seeing this stuff, Gilds!” Marco said smugly, slowly pleasuring himself from Giraldi’s side to the sight. “Ready for another round, yet?” he teased.

“I know I am!” Fortrakt announced eagerly, stretching out to show his erection to Tara and Gilda again. “So how about it, Decurion? Ancestors know that you look ready, too! If you don’t want me to mark you again, can I rut you directly this time?” he asked eagerly but politely, bearing his throat as he stepped over her.

“What? No!” she shouted even as his spear drooled directly onto her entrance, coating her talons which remained deeply embedded in her slit. “You’re two ranks below me and you haven’t earned that! My nest is off-limits to your spear, cub!”

He went crestfallen as he pulled back, his headfeathers drooping, but only briefly as Marco spoke up again. “Hey, Fortrakt? Don’t worry. If she doesn’t want you in her pussy, there’s something else you can try—take her boobs instead! It’s like what Tara did to you in reverse! Those ‘teats’ of hers are more than big enough now, so just put your cock between them and press them against your shaft while you thrust between them. We call it ‘paizuri’, and trust me—it feels really good!” he promised with a grin, his eyes not leaving Gilda’s frantically self-pleasuring form.

“What?” a shocked Gilda said as Fortrakt’s eyes went wide; his spear engorging with even more blood as he found himself vividly visualizing it, his organ starting to fiercely tingle as it hung in the air beneath his belly. “Don’t you dare do that to me!” Gilda warned him with a trill, though he couldn’t help but notice she squeezed her breasts repeatedly and taloned her slit repeatedly as she thought about it.

Though the Second Spear had never disobeyed an order before, he instantly recognized the slightly shrill note in her voice from long experience with her, guessing instantly that despite the airs she affected, she liked the idea.

He wasn’t sure whether it was the act itself or him asserting dominance over her by doing it, but whatever the answer, he leaned into it mentally. He made her imagine him doing just that until his spear erupted all over her again, marking her for a third time and—worse of all from her perspective—leaving him at least briefly dominant over her despite his lower rank and ‘dweeby’ personality.

She shuddered and groaned at the thought, her talons coming away covered with her honey again.

Grinning, he then slowly approached her from the rear, staring raptly at her enormous teat-capped mounds where his head had been earlier nestled. Ignoring her second but far weaker warning trill, he spread her legs apart unresistingly to prime her by licking at her slit again, causing her to shiver while biting off another moan.

He did that for twenty seconds or so until she was barely cognizant of anything except his tongue, taking her what he guessed was about halfway to orgasm before he stopped. “Sorry, Decurion. But such a successful strike and spectacular aerial duel deserves a special celebration! And besides, for the sake of our diplomatic duties and establishing good relations with our guests, I’m thinking we should show a willingness to participate in their erotic rituals as a sign of good faith…” he said slyly, licking his beak clean of her nectar.

“He’s got you there, Gilda,” Marco teased as Giraldi laughed and Gilda all but whimpered, her arms falling to her sides at Fortrakt’s urging, surrendering herself to him fully. “Now take those teats for all of us, Second Spear!”

“By your command…” Though Fortrakt never dreamed before meeting humans that he’d hear that phrase spoken to him, he couldn’t deny the allure of the idea. To himself, or to Gilda, given he had the distinct pleasure of seeing her cheeks flush a deeper hue as he wedged himself between her legs, beginning to grind his spear suggestively against the slitted entrance to her hot, wet and winking nest.

He took pains to rub it against the sensitive nub he knew existed at the bottom of it—or should it be the top, given she was on her back? —while reaching up to grope her mammaries more openly before her wide eyes, tracing fresh spiral paths with his remaining erotic material from the edges of the mounds to their teat-capped tips.

“Cub…” she began again with another trill that was half-warning, half-keening as he reached his destination. He wriggled his talon tips against their sensitive surfaces, pulling them back to show her a line of his seed clinging to his digit while still connected to the top of her impressively large breasts. “I m-mean it! Keep your spear off my teats! Crows take it… don’t let him do this, First Spear!” an increasingly shaky Gilda appealed to Giraldi next.

“With sincerest apologies, Decurion, I fear my talons are rather full at the moment…” he said as he sat up before Chris to suckle his spear; his paws firmly planted on his fleshy cheeks. “But if you wish my counsel as your senior subordinate, I fear I must agree with the Second Spear’s appraisal. To be truly welcoming hosts to our honored guests, we simply must be willing to submit ourselves to unfamiliar rituals such as these…”

“I know you’re afraid, but don’t fight it, Gilda. It’s one of the unique joys of being a human female, which you can now share since your boobs have gotten so big. And don’t forget that you’ve got four of them, not just two!” Tara pointed out, wrapping her arms around Gilda’s squirming torso while taking pains to fondle her flight muscles, earning a fresh squawk and squeal. “That gives you even more ability to have fun and feel good!”

“But… I…” Gilda’s wan and barely resisting voice trailed off as Fortrakt stepped up to lay his spear directly between her lower set of belly breasts, sitting back slightly so he could squeeze their pillowy forms into the sides of his shaft. “I just don’t want him on top!” she said shakily as he began to settle in against her.

“Why? Afraid you might enjoy being on the bottom? And worse, with him?” Marco suggested evilly, and Fortrakt realized instantly that he was right from the way Gilda shuddered and thrust her belly up into his talons. “Much as I wish it was with me, I ain’t gonna deny our favorite Fortrakt the chance! Now as griffons might say, tuck those teats, Second Spear!”

“By your command. Ancestors above…” Fortrakt trilled his pleasure as he felt the slick softness against his sensitive flesh, their malleable masses instantly conforming to the exact shape of his rigid organ in a way that not even her nest could. “By the taut teats of Queen Molyneux herself, Decurion, your new breasts feel so…”

He couldn’t finish the sentence as he felt his flesh wrapped warmly and wetly in hers, giving her beautiful body yet another sensual surface to experience; one he’d barely even considered sexual before!

“By the taut teats of the Queen herself?” Giraldi echoed in some amusement, stepping up with Chris to watch the scene, though the latter’s spear still hung in his face as he rubbed the big griffon’s shoulders. “Well, as she has six cubs, a griffon would think that she is experienced in the sensual arts…” He sat down to observe the scene, licking his lips while trailing a talon down the front of his spear.

“Exactly,” Marco said giddily as he reached over to turn his laptop’s cameraphone on, pointing it at Gilda and then projecting it onto the wall so she could see the scene unfold from outside of her own body, causing her to gape up at the image. “See, Gilda? You’re just following your Queen’s example! Since she sacrifices for her subjects, what you’re doing is for the sake of good relations between our races!”

As Gilda’s only response was to sputter, Fortrakt saw him focus his camera directly on the sight of his spear thrusting between his superior’s supersized mammaries, even without a mental cue. “In fact, how about I show the video of this to the Queen next time we meet her? I’m sure she’ll be very impressed!”

Fortrakt trilled and spurted once at the suggestion while Gilda shivered beneath him. “Damn you, Marco Lakan…” she said in an increasingly shaky voice as she watched her unlikely subjugation unfold both from her own eyes and from the human cameras. “Damn you to the fucking crows for making me do this!” Fortrakt grinned and heard Marco laugh as she resorted to the human curse, unable or unwilling to stop him as her own subordinate turned her into his tuck-toy at the behest of their human friends.

“Making you?” Marco made a show of staggering back. “Why, you wound me, Gilds! All I did was suggest something for the Second Spear to do! I didn’t force you and neither did he! But here you are, not just allowing it but enjoying it…” he said gleefully, openly stroking himself to the sight.

“He’s not wrong, Decurion…” Fortrakt noted, starting to intensify his thrusts. “Oh, and since I’m now on top, are you sure that I shouldn’t be Decurion instead of you?” He couldn’t resist needling her.

Gilda gave a sound midway between a squeak and a snarl. She tensed briefly like she was getting ready to throw him off, but two quick pinches of her lower teats accompanied by squeezes of their greater mass elicited a startled squawk and even stiffer wings, which Marco then availed himself of to stroke her rigid feathers while standing behind her, pointing his device down her belly.

She flinched hard, turning her head to give him a look both lascivious and lethal. “What?” Marco said innocently as he continued to lewdly run his fingers through her feathers, causing her to bite off several more trills and curses. “You said it was okay for me to touch you, right?”

“She did indeed,” Giraldi confirmed, starting to edge closer to the scene along with Chris. “I know her plumage is prominent, but be sure to give extra attention to the leading edge, Marco Lakan. It is also quite sensitive so we can feel the airflow around us…” he said with a trill as Chris immediately began to do it to him.

“Thanks for the tip, big guy!” Marco said as Gilda could only weakly curl her talons at the dual stimulation, starting to outright writhe beneath Fortrakt. He didn’t know what pleasure she was feeling, but it was clearly intense as he heard her give several ragged squawk-like gasps followed by another barely-bit off trill. It was quickly redoubled as Tara reached down to push her upper pair of eagless breasts into the top of Fortrakt’s organ as well, providing the perfect nest-like tunnel for him.

But the faster he thrust into the unlikely improvised orifice, he couldn’t keep his balance and was forced to prop himself with his talons on the carpet beneath her wings to either side of her torso, losing some of the grip and friction of the surface against the lower parts of his shaft. But Tara guided Gilda’s unresisting talons onto her lower set of mammaries while she took the upper, the two now maintaining the pose for her ‘teat job’ together as Tara grinned and Gilda could only watch herself participating in her own sexual submission agape.

“Go, Fortrakt, go…” Marco said as he began to stroke her feathers more frantically while he saw the act unfold. “Take those tits!”

“Such a unique and interesting mating method...” Giraldi admired in turn. “I see what you mean by it being what Tara Fields did in reverse!”

“And it feels so good…” Fortrakt confirmed with a lick of his lips. “I know you prefer tiercels now, but you should try this, First Spear!”

“Hmmm… perhaps I will,” he said agreeably, stepping forward. “But as the invitation was for you alone, I will wait my turn with them.”

“Crows take it… my teats are not toys!” Gilda protested despite her wide eyes and ragged breathing, her accompanying trill now more of a keening schoolfilly squeal as everycreature pressed close around her.

“Toys or not, they’re incredible to tuck!” Fortrakt pronounced between pants as he began to thrust harder into them, his organ’s tapered head poking out the top gap of her upper set of mammary mounds with each thrust. “And so are you, Decurion! By all our most endowed Ancestors, I love your body! From here on out, I’ll give you all the oral you want, but if I’m not allowed in your nest, then I want to do this in return whenever I want!”

“What?” Gilda exclaimed, her flush deepening and ‘boobs’ enlarging further. “You don’t give me orders, cub!”

“Well, not directly…” Sensing his latest orgasm was imminent, Fortrakt mentally ordered her to push her mammaries harder against him and open her mouth to receive his seed. “Ancestors above, I’m close!”

“And so is she…” Tara recognized as she continued to knead Gilda’s upper set of breasts. “You said he earned you, so don’t fight it, girlfriend,” she implored, and the Decurion listened to her far more readily than she did to even Fortrakt’s mental suggestions. “It’s okay. Just let it happen…” the human woman all but cooed, and though Gilda gave a sound not far removed from a whimper, she did so as Fortrakt took his final thrust, pushing his spear as far up into her deliciously soft and enveloping mass of mammary flesh as he could.

His apples partially retracting back up into his body, his spear spurted hard yet again just as he heard Gilda cry out with her own orgasm, his initial eruption hitting her face and subsequent spurts finding her open beak repeatedly, filling her maw with his essence. Immensely satisfied with both the accuracy of his aim and the crashing waves of pleasure he felt, he shifted his efforts to coat each of her wings in turn next, wanting all her sensual surfaces to be marked by him.

By the time he was finished after what seemed like a small and very pleasurable eternity later, he came to his senses to find he had spattered her with so much seed that almost all her pinions were dripping onto the floor, along with her face and chin onto her chest. And better yet, she could only lie there breathing raggedly as he continued to ooze out even more seed onto her upper breasts, the final pulses of the climax the exotic act had given her only slowly subsiding as she found her body both taken and marked.

“Crows take it…” was all she could say as Marco cheered and she fell back hard into Tara’s embrace, signaling her acquiescence by obeying Fortrakt’s order to rub even more of his seed into her feathers and fur.

“Told you you’d like it,” Marco said in some glee, panning his camera over her to show close ups of her dripping teats, feathers, and beak.

She stared at the images he projected on the wall, delighting Fortrakt when she was unable to suppress a sensual shiver at her state. “Tartarus take you, Marco Lakan. Thanks to you, I’m now addicted… both to these movies and to this!” she said almost despondently as she motioned down her cream-covered body smelling intensely of spunk and cider; her breasts enlarged to massive proportions with her erect teats standing out so sharply that Fortrakt thought they could cut glass.

“You can thank me later. So if you’re addicted to boob jobs and bukkake now, can Giraldi and I take your teats next?” he asked impishly and slightly nonsensically, causing the First Spear to instantly perk up. “Fortrakt missed a couple spots.”

“Yes, may we, Decurion?” Giraldi inquired with a bared throat and throbbing spear. “With your permission of course, Christopher McLain…”

“Not my thing, but go right ahead, big guy. Just so long as you come back to me after!”

“Always,” he said with a parting kiss and purr-like trill. “But I am not greedy. You go first, Marco Lakan, given I know how much you wish to win her affections.”

“Thanks, big guy! Don’t mind if I do…” Marco said as he walked around the back of Gilda and knelt before her. “So how about it, Gilds? Can I take your teats, too?” he asked with his hands hovering over her lowest pair of breasts and his spear standing straight out directly above her swollen and glistening nest.

“Marco—” Tara started to say warningly, but Gilda could only sigh and settle back against her human lover. She dropped her arms to the sides again to fully present her melon-sized mammaries, each now as big as a human head.

“Fine.” To Fortrakt’s surprise, she surrendered without any mental urging. “Crows take it. This feels so good and I‘m so turned on by those Ancestor-blessed combat scenes that I can’t fight it anymore. I’m covered in cream, and yet all I want is more of it. So my teats are yours now, Marco Lakan. Touch them and tuck them all you like. You can even mark me from wingtip to tail if that’s what you want,” she said in a slightly unsteady voice.

Marco took a ragged breath as his hips bucked once at the offer, causing him to nearly fall forward into her. “Wow! Thanks, Gilds! I will!” he said happily as he moved forward to straddle her, settling his spear eagerly between her lowest pair of mammaries.

“You’re welcome, dweeb.” She sounded resigned but then her old attitude abruptly resurfaced as she suddenly clamped her hindquarters down hard on his hips, trapping him long enough to pin him with a stare. “But by all the Crows of the Kingdom, Marco Lakan, if I allow you to do this? Then there had better be even more of that incredible battle action ahead, or else!”