Crane gasped and shivered, "S-so how does it work?"
Shen hid his smile, "Oh it's all in the hips and thighs." He turned to
show off for his partner. The peacock rolled his hips just so, flexed his
thighs, and the artificial tail lifted and fanned. Even hand cut, the gears
were as smooth as silk. Almost, he could feel a little catch as he let the
tail back down. Not much, certainly not enough to do anything more than
cause a little hitch. Crane hadn't mentioned it, but he could feel it.
Especially as he went in a series of quick, elaborate twists and turns.
Even with that little hiccup, it felt good to have his tail on. Shen turned
to show off to Crane, fanning it again. Feathers, crafted from reed, cloth,
and hand-painted silk stood proud behind him.
"Beautiful," Crane breathed out. Then hurriedly corrected, "It's
beautiful."
He swept up to the master and pecked his cheek, "Thank you. Now,"
Shen stepped back and struck a few poses. Making sure to flare his tail
and adjust the robe. "Are you ready to continue?"
Crane shifted where he stood. He huffed quietly and clicked his bill,
"Um... I guess." The avian master let his gaze drop to look over Shen's
elegant form as the peacock strutted. He took a breath, clicked his bill,
and straightened his back. "Yeah, I'm ready."
"Good," Shen cooed and stepped back to the male. Crane stood in
what, at first blush, looked like a clothing rack. After his bath, Shen had
gone back to explore that room a bit more. Oh he'd found a treasure
trove in there. Aside from some better fitting robes, and some very
helpful scrolls, he'd found this rack.
The rack was rather solidly built and hadn't been fond of moving.
Blasted thing took Shen hours to get back here. Nearly opened his side
back up too. It was worth it now though.
Crane stood in the frame of the rack. A rather lovely leather harness
cradled his body, while also trapping his wings to his side. Cuffs, also
made from padded leather, framed his ankles and kept them spread. The
male's tapered length hung below his body. A leather band wrapped
about the base, keeping him erect in between Shen's tutoring sessions.
To finish it all off, a simple leather collar wrapped about the avian's neck.
A pair of straps attached to the collar, keeping his head mostly upright.
Fully restraining his partner for their lessons.
"Alright," the peacock swept in, "let's go for the larger one, shall we?"
He smirked up at Crane as he reached for an hourglass. "Or don't you
think you can handle it?"
He swallowed nervously, glancing from Shen to the thicker hourglass
marked with a 5. Five minutes of sexual teasing. Their first romp the day
before had ended with him cumming within seconds. Just a short while
after he'd arrived, Shen had brought him to the cusp in just a minute.
Now, only a couple hours later, they were going for five? Heavens above,
he still hadn't been allowed to finish. "I can do it." He tried to sound sure
of himself, but there was that slight waver to his voice.
Shen flipped the hourglass with a flourish. He hummed and lowered
himself to a kneeling position. The peacock's eyes narrowed with a
pleased sigh as he sat down on the toy. Slick and ready insides clenching
about the surface. "Remember, if you get uncomfortable, the safe word
is Covert." A flick of his hips made his tail fan upwards.
"Uh huh..." Crane rolled his head, trying to watch. Though the collar
kept him from bringing his head around. He couldn't see much of what
Shen had to tease him with either. Which only made his heart race that
much more. Bill chattered as his cock throbbed under him.
Shen took a second to get himself situated. A smile crossed his
features as he found himself beak-to-tip with Crane's throbbing
manhood. So we meet again, Gorgeous. He cooed quietly and reached
up to stroke the cock. Crane's gasp was music to his ears. Now to see
what noises he could draw from the male.
He lifted a brush and dipped it into the ink pot. Nothing fancy, just
charcoal ink he'd made himself. Crane shifted over him, unsure of what
Shen had planned. "So," Shen leaned in to lick Crane's tip, "What has
been going on?" He let his tongue slide over and around that tip. Being
rewarded almost instantly with a hearty drop of precum from his partner.
Oh heavens, how did he use words again? Crane gasped as Shen took
his tip into his beak. The avian tensed, took a breath, and tried to focus
on anything other than what the peacock was doing to him. "Uuuuhm,"
he clattered his bill, "wh-what's been happening?" Fu...frick, he wasn't
even sure he could tell Shen his own name right now. Especially as the
peacock bobbed his head lower and took Crane into his throat. "Ooh!" He
gasped, trying to thrust, but the restraints kept him in check. "Master
Shifu has retired."
Shen's feathered crest tickled Crane's keel, "Oh?" He angled his head
curiously. "Why did he do that?" the brush swept up and danced over the
male's cock. It had been hard to decide where to start. He picked one of
the veins, letting it brush ever so lightly against the throbbing flesh.
Crane's moan was music to his ears. Shen letting his own voice lift
with the male's. He rolled his hips slowly, taking his time to ride that toy.
All while his brush was steady as could be. Eyes narrowed as the
peacock turned his head this way and that. He didn't have a plan on
what to do with the brush. Rather letting inspiration take him as it would.
Shen's cheeks flushed a bit as he found himself writing words of praise.
Not praise of himself, but rather the master he was doting upon.
This was harder than he thought. Crane's head rolled as he tried not
to pant and gasp. Even then, it was hard to keep his form from shivering.
Especially as that brush danced over his cock. The light touch teasing
him him until he was ready to blow. Made only worse as Shen leaned in
to blow on the ink to dry, or lifted his cock to write something else.
"Ahh," Crane tried to wrench his thoughts away from what the
peacock was doing to him. He'd thought Shifu's training and drills were
hard. Heavens, he'd take any of those over this. "Well," he stammered,
trying to gather his thoughts. He didn't know many other avians.
Especially down in the town. Though he'd slipped off to talk with Mr. Ping,
Po's adopted dad, and ask the older goose about sex. Boy that had been
an awkward conversation for both of them. Though in it, he'd learned
that male avians never did last long in bed. Being teased for a whole
minute? That was torture. Now Shen was pushing for five? Oh it'd
probably kill him.
What a way to go.
Crane cleared his throat, "We're not entirely sure. I think it's a lesson
for..." he huffed. Both because he wasn't sure if he should mention Po's
name, and because Shen was licking his tip. "For..."
"The panda?" Shen sighed and nuzzled the underside of the cock. "He
is the, oh what was it called?"
"Dragon Warrior." Crane narrowed his eyes and shivered, "He's doing
his best, but... well he's Po. He's got a long way to go before he becomes
a Master."
Shen glanced towards the hourglass, "What do you think about him?"
The brush trailed around the male's base. Less writing now and more just
doodling. He liked the twining, knotted line he was drawing, so he
started to make others. Eyes narrowing with a pleasured hum of his own.
Hips rolling as the toy shifted within him. Forming into the image Shen
held in his mind. That grand peacock member with every curve and
wonderful bump. He smiled and angled his head. Keeping an eye on the
hourglass.
Crest lifted as he angled his head and let the brush dance up. After
writing such wonderful praise as Powerful, Gorgeous, and Virile on
Crane's amazing cock, he felt an urge. A need to write some other
things. Arrows pointed towards Crane's vent, calling it such things as a
Hen Hole and Fuck Me Senseless.
This was getting easier. Crane closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
He could feel his orgasm rolling about his gut, but it was held at bay. All
while his cock twitched and dripped precum onto the floor and his
partner's robes. "He's somewhat amazing in a way. The way he's so
uncoordinated and... well he's everything that a panda is. Yet... There's
something in him. He's so playful and fun, bringing out the best in us
even when he..."
Slrruup Gulk.
Crane went cross-eyed as the peacock engulfed his tip again. Shen
huffed around the cock and narrowed his eyes. The peacock drew back
and looked at the cock. Hmm, the ink was smudged up to the second
band. Shen had drawn swirling, elegant lines every inch or so. He'd have
to try harder if he wanted to take the full length.
"But..." Crane panted, "Ye-yes, there's something about..."
SlurrrUrk!
He could have cried out if his breath hadn't caught in his throat.
Crane's legs shook as his eyes crossed further. He could feel Shen's beak
brush his cock as it slipped further down. The peacock's tongue danced
against his underside, cupping his cock and drawing him even deeper.
Long legs shook as Crane nearly dropped. Leather creaked and bronze
hardware chimed as his weight came down on them. His entire body
shook as the peacock bobbed his head. Each stroke taking the crane
deeper, throat muscles rolled over his cock. Urging him deeper and
deeper.
"Uuuuuh, S-sh-shen," Crane tried to gasp, his bill chattering rapidly.
His hips jerked, wings trying to stretch against the band that strapped
him. "Shen?!" his voice crew more panicked as his entire body heaved,
"If you don't pull back, I'm gonna..." Eyes rolled back as he huffed, "Gog-
gonna..."
Shen drew back, took a breath, and drove himself down. Eyes closed
as he stretched his beak as wide as possible. He could feel tears
gathering at the corners of his eyes as he stretched himself to his limit.
Throat greedily grabbing and pulling at the cock. Even as his tongue
touched vent. He bobbed his head some, swallowing and gulping around
the member, holding his breath before...
"Ahh!"
That orgasmic cry and tense. Crane's entire body jerked above his.
The delicious cock twitched in his craw as the male began to cum.
Eagerly emptying the male's pent-up seed down his throat. Shen
hummed, making his throat shake around the cock as he swallowed it
greedily. Logically, he knew that teasing someone would lead to a bigger
finish. It was something else entirely to try and keep up with that flow of
cum though. Heavens! It felt like Crane was trying to drown him. He put
a wing down on his stomach, wondering if he was swollen with the
male's load.
No, just his imagination.
Shen pulled back with a hum. Nuzzling the cock as it twitched and
gave him one last dribble of seed. The peacock smiled and clenched.
Keeping his thighs together as he stood up so that the toy not only
remained hidden, but stayed inside him. "Well," he stepped in and
draped his wings around Crane's hanging head, "you did very good."
Crane panted, huffed, and did his best to smile. "I-I made it?" he
gasped, more than grateful for the bonds that kept him aloft now.
Nearly, but there were only a few grains of sand left. "Oh you did
wonderful," Shen crooned. "Far better than most males would." He
brushed a wing over Crane's bill and angled it back. "So," he smiled, "Do
you think you're ready for more after that?" He leaned in and almost
sang the word, "Lover?"
There was something about it. Something about that singular word
that made Crane smile and shiver. He huffed and leaned into Shen's
embrace. "W-well," he cleared his throat, "I might need a little rest after
that. Not sure I can even stand up after what you just put me through."
He couldn't keep the grin off his face, "Though you had mentioned
wanting to try something else?" The master ruffled and leaned into
Shen's embrace, "Could use a drink fir..."
His eyes went wide as Shen kissed him. The peakcock's shorter beak
made his spread wider. Shen's tongue happily guiding Crane's into his
beak where they could dance and spin. Then invited it deeper. A playful
hum lifting as the peacock suckled on it. His throat squeezing the tongue
as it had Crane's member.
It was odd, not only kissing another avian, but to taste his own cum.
Oh sure, Crane had sampled his own seed before. What male hadn't?
There was something tasting it on the tongue of his partner that made it
taste that much better. And then Shen leaned in and shared a bit more
with him, letting it linger on Crane's tongue before the master swallowed
it with a shiver.
Shen broke the kiss slowly and smiled, cupping Crane's cheek. "Let's
get you out of these restraints first. Here we go."
Crane's legs were still unsteady and he had to lean into Shen as the
straps came off. He rolled his body and spread his wings with a huff.
"That's new, but not in a bad way at all." Crane licked his beak, tasting
the seed and shivering. He huffed quietly and followed the peacock to
the table before sinking down to a low padded bench. "Certainly
interested in what else you have planned." He angled his head at Shen,
only just realizing the dark marks around his partner's beak. "You've got
a little something," he waved his wing in front of his bill.
"Oh that," Shen laughed and covered his beak with a wing. "Charcoal
ink. The flavor isn't that bad, but it does get everywhere. Should see
your cock." He offered a coy smile. "Why don't you set out dinner while I
go clean up?" Tail feathers fanned, brushing Crane's beak as the male
strutted off.
Dinner was another meal from Mr. Ping's, accompanied by another jug
of wine. It took Crane next to no time to set it up. He shifted and angled
his head, looking towards the door Shen had taken. The master rolled his
head and looked under his own body. Couldn't see all off what Shen had
written. His cock was rapidly softening, but he made out a few blurred
words and lines. Craning his head further, he caught the edges of writing
on his backside. "Hen... hole?" His cheeks flushed red-hot. Shen's
steady, sure stride made Crane snap upright, looking as if he'd just been
waiting.
Damnable toy was making this hard. Shen held back a huff and kept
his eyes forward. Took every ounce of noble training not to just drop to
his knees and fuck himself with the toy until he made a mess. As such, it
meant that his claws clicked off the floorboards a bit harder than
intended.
"Smells good," Shen crooned as he slipped onto the bench beside
Crane. "Shall we begin?"
He didn't have time to reach for the jug before Crane swept it up. The
master returning his smile, "We shall," he bowed his head and poured
the wine. Offering the jug to Shen so the peacock could return the favor.
"To new experiences."
"And new joys."
They tapped glasses off each other and downed the wine. Both
humming at the smooth burn. Crane crooned and clattered his bill before
offering a dumpling to his peacock lover. Which made Shen smile and
delicately pick it apart before doing the same.
Back and forth they went. One selecting a dish then offering it to the
other. Pouring drinks and offering toasts. Beaks found their way to
feathers. Each coaxing soft moans from the other as they preened.
Preens and nuzzles turned to heavier petting. Kissing and rubbing soon
following as the pleasant buzz of alcohol coursed through them. Not as
much as the night before, but enough to just bring a delightful glow to
their evening.
"So," Crane panted into Shen's neck, "What do you have in mind,
Love?"
Noble cheeks flushed, "Ah, you ready for more?" Shen chuckled and
turned to preen Crane's feathers. Trying to work out that perpetual dent
worn there by the master's hat. "Well," he hummed, "we can either retire
to the bedroom. Wherein you can have an experience most would kill
for." Shen bit back the nervous flutter in his gut. Too many dumplings
after a heavy load of cum, certainly not nerves. "Or, we can experiment
a bit longer. Then retire to the bedroom."
Crane's cheeks flushed as he thought back to those words. His vent
clenched, curious about what it'd feel like to be treated like a hen.
Though Shen didn't have the equipment for that? He knew that some
avians were lacking there. Letting their vent rub against a partners until
they both got off. That could be a very interesting sensation indeed. "I
think experiment?" He did his best to flutter his eyelashes, "Make me
feel like a hen?"
Shen perked up, "Well, that must be the wine talking. However..." the
peacock smirked as he leaned back, "I do have something I wish to try.
Part of our agreement." He caught Crane's look, "What you do to me, I
can do to you, and vice-versa."
Feathers perked curiously as Shen opened his robe. Crane glanced at
the elaborate harness on the peacock's waist. He'd seen remnants of
that before, when he'd saved Shen. Now it was polished and retooled,
almost a work of art in itself. Though, curiously, there were new straps.
Ones that crossed near the peacock's vent. A vent that was already slick
and swollen, and which had something sticking out from within his peach
blossom.
Crane felt his stomach turn and flip. Nervous butterflies danced in his
core as he shifted, "Wh-what do you have planned?" He half-panted, halfstammered.
"Well," Shen crooned, "what I'd like to do..." His wing trailed over his
front slowly. "Is try something with a new toy I found." Crane's feathers
perked curiously. Breath catching in his throat as he watched Shen's
primaries dip further. Shen smirked, watching how Crane's gaze slipped
lower and lower. Oh he loved putting on a show, and seeing that look
Crane was giving him? That hungry, eager stare as the avian nearly
drooled? Oh it was worth every bit of practice he'd put into rehearsing
this.
Shen swung his leg in a wide kick and brought it down on the table
with a decisive thump. "You might enjoy this as much as I haaave!" the
last word trailed off with a breathless gasp as he pulled the toy out.
Crane's eyes widened as he watched the tapered length slither from
Shen's slit. The peacock produced the toy with a flourish, spinning it in
his grasp with practiced ease, and brought the base down to the ring
that sat above his crotch.
Everything practiced, measured, and honed over hours. All to get the
exact reaction from Crane that he was hoping for. Shen smirked and
rolled his head just so. Now just lick the beak, slide the toy down, and
snap the fastener into place.
A shiver raced up the peafowl's spine as the glistening toy clicked into
length. He felt a strange warmth flood from his crotch and radiate up the
faux phallus. Shen had nearly dropped when he felt it earlier. Even now it
made his thighs quake ever so slightly. The peacock crooned as he ran
his fingers over the toy. Shivers of the most pure and raw bliss shot up
his spine. He could feel each barb and barble as it tickled over the toy...
his flesh. At least that's what it felt like.
The instructional scrolls had been fairly vague. Saying something
about how the toy would channel the chi of the wearer. Not his area of
expertise.
Crane leaned in, awestruck, "Oh," he breathed out, "this is really neat.
What's it made of?"
Fuck! Just Crane breathing on the toy was almost enough to make
Shen lose it. "Oh, I'm not entirely sure." He did his best to keep his voice
even keeled even as his knees threatened to give out. "It's some sort of
substance that can be molded by chi flow."
"Oooh, I think I've heard of something like this before. Though I've
never heard of it being used as a chi-sex toy. A dildo with chi? Chido?" He
leaned in, then stopped, cheeks flushing hot.
"It's okay," Shen reached down to rub Crane's head and cheek, "you
can taste if you want, my sweet one."
Nodding, Crane leaned forward and licked. Shen ground his beak to
keep from calling out. Oh sweet fucking heavens! He could feel it, every
breath and lick from his partner. The feel of Crane's wing cradling his
length. How his tongue darted over the flesh, exploring every curve and
bump.
Luckily, Crane pulled away before unknowingly pushing Shen too far.
"So," he curled his wing about the cock and stroked it, "you want to...
um..." His cheeks flushed hotter as the male tried to figure out how to
say it. "I mean, should I... should we... errm..." Crane broke out into
nervous giggles as his feathers fluffed and fluttered. "I don't even know
how we would, I mean... I've never even..."
Shen quieted him with a touch. Feathers curled against the beak and
pinched it shut. "Lover, you chatter too much sometimes." He winked,
letting out a playful laugh of his own. "I think we should go straight
forward. Just crouch down, lean forward, and lift those pretty tail feathers
for me."
Crane burst out into nervous giggles, "Right here at the table?"
"Oh I know, it's not exactly polite or up to decorum, but I won't
complain if you don't."
Bill clattered as the martial arts master shifted on his seat. He
shimmied his rear back and leaned forward. Heart up in his throat as
Shen strutted up to him and behind. The peacock's tail fanned proudly as
he stepped forward. Crane took a deep breath and tried to steady
himself. Something hard to manage as the anticipation build. Especially
when Shen's feet slid onto the padding on either side of his hips. The
graceful, elegant peacock lowering himself down.
Feathers touched as Shen swept into position. His weight gently
coming to rest on Crane's back before sliding back. Wings wrapped
about him, cradling the master as Crane leaned forward. Balancing on
his feet and keel bone as his heart hammered. Oh heavens... he couldn't
remember the last time he'd felt this level of anticipation. He leaned
forward and rested a wing on the table, waiting for Shen's experienced
hand to guide them to bliss.
Shen bit back a huff as he tried to balance himself on the bench.
There was no other way to put it, this felt awkward. Oh he knew full well
how the act of mating went. Aside from all the paintings and scrolls he'd
seen on the subject, he'd had tutors growing up. Tutors that were more
than happy to school him on a number of topics, including sex. Why
they'd even brought in 'assistants' to demonstrate it while he watched.
It had been a somewhat awkward lesson if you asked him.
Never thought he'd be the one on top. Though now he was every bit
as eager as his squirming partner. Luckily, his teasing and blowjob had
sated Crane's lust for the moment. Shen curled a wing around Crane and
leaned back to get a look. That glorious vent of his swollen, but still
managing to contain the master's cock. He shifted back, feeling as if
he'd topple at any moment.
Stepping down gave him more stability and a better angle. Even as
low as the bench was, just shifting his stance was a game changer. A
nudge rolled Crane to his side slightly. Tail feathers up and fanned. Ready
for the peacock as he swept in.
"Ah... oh fuck!"
Crane gasped and gripped the table, cheeks flushing as he cursed out
at the feeling of being penetrated. His insides leapt and jumped as Shen
pressed deeper. Eyes rolled back as his head dropped. Deep, needy
pants breaking from his bill as the peacock leaned forward. Slow, steady
thrusts sinking him deeper into Crane's body. "Ooh Ffffmmm," he bit
back the curse this time, "yesss!" head rolled as he felt his partner
moving closer. "Yes, just like that."
Shen's wings brushed his chest and back. He drew Crane close to him,
beak nibbling at that beautifully arched neck. Breath caught in his throat
as Shen pressed himself right to his base. His length twitched inside the
warm, gripping hole. "Yesss," he hissed in agreement. Oh it was going to
be hard to last. No, it was going to be impossible. The peacock took a
breath and decided to stall for time. He narrowed his eyes and pushed a
little. "Who is my good hen?"
"I am," Crane gasped without thinking or hesitation.
His gut clenched at the ready admission. Shen felt every bit of resolve
start to wash away as he rocked his hips. The slow, steady grind that
made Crane's tight hole clench around him. Each moan music to his ears
as he leaned forward. Chest braced to his partner's back as he brought
his foot back up to the bench. Fully mounting his lover like the hen Crane
was. "You want a clutch from your peacock?"
Oh heavens, Crane was lost to it all. He could only gasp and nod,
"Yesss." He squirmed on the bench and pressed back, "Please Shen, give
me a big clutch!"
Shen's gut clenched again as he stroked Crane's throat, That elegant
neck arched until their beaks tapped. "Anything for my sexy hen."
Then they kissed. Crane groaned and squirmed, rocking back as much
as he could. Shen's body pressed him down. All while their tongues
wrestled and wound. Shen suckling on Crane's tongue as it dove deep.
His tail flared wide, adding to the feel of being rutted properly. Rear met
lap in a steady, hard rhythm. Each quickly losing feel of everything but
the rut.
Oh heavens. Crane's eyes rolled back into the kiss. This felt...
wonderful! Not just that it was Shen over him, but having that cock
spread him? Oh and those bumps? He hadn't been sure if he'd even
notice them. Yet they were all perfectly placed. Each one tickled him in a
different way. Making him feel even more like a hen. His mind flashed
with images of his belly swollen with a clutch. The feel of the eggs
shifting in him. Shen's face as he watched and helped Crane lay. It made
the master shiver and rock back harder. Eager for a load of rich seed
from his peacock lover.
Steady and well built as it was, the bench wobbled unsteadily. It had
likely seen countless couples rut on it. Yet few perched on it like avians
would. Fewer still would brace on the table and rock back. Low and
stable as it was, it wasn't long before it was rocking from foot to foot.
Adding to the motion of their rutting. Something the pair were more than
happy to take advantage of. Toe claws scraping at fabric and wood. Soon
kicking the cushion out from under Crane so they could get a better grip.
All while panting gasps filled the air.
The bench could only stand so much though. It toppled, threatening to
toss the pair to the ground. Muscle memory made Crane twitch and
jump. The master catching himself before he could spill fully. Yet he still
ended up on the ground on his back. Insides twisted about the cock as
he only just caught himself. Shen 's feet came down hard, the peacock's
wings flared wide as he caught himself over Crane.
Neither missed a beat. Crane braced his back and neck on the floor.
Hips driving up into Shen's body. Shen's claws slammed against the
hardwood floor and bench. The peacock's tail fanned proudly as he drove
his weight down into his lover. Insides leaping and clenching. Crane's
trapped cock twitched as he felt his climax building. Shen groaned as his
tunnel gripped and flexed. Body readily responding to the new feeling of
a tight hole around a cock that was not his, yet was entirely him.
Eyes met and the pair knew that neither would last much longer. Yet
neither wanted to. Crane arched, presenting himself fully. Shen arched
and threw his head back proudly.
"Ah... AHH!"
"FUCK!"
Feathered bodies pressed close to each other. Tail feathers fanned and
twitched as the pair came. Bodies vibrating with the raw bliss of their
shared orgasms. Heads hung as they rode it out, Shen barely able to
hold himself up.
He wasn't sure if he pulled out or started to stumble. That tapered,
bump-riddled cock slipped from the crane's freshly rutted hole. Rich,
white seed spilled along the once-pristine plumage and oozed from the
red, swollen hole. Shen stumbled, caught himself, and shivered. Plumage
shaking out as he looked down at Crane with a half-smile.
The master panted, staring at his gaping hole. Was that his cum or
Shen's? Did it matter? Not really. He shivered and slowly shifted to stand
up. Eyes met with Shen's as the pair shared a silent smile.
Beak met bill in another kiss. The pair's wings wrapped around each
other. Leaning into each other in the moment. Either to hold one another
up or because they couldn't stand to part. Impossible to tell. The birds
moved, bodies sweeping around each other. An elaborate dance, fueled
by weakened legs and raw lusts. Shen having a partner he could
thoroughly enjoy being with. Crane having someone he felt connected to.
Somehow they wound up in the bedroom. The kiss only breaking as
Shen stumbled over the low bed. He gasped and fell back, robe open and
tail splayed as he lay on his back. Crane followed immediately, pressing
into the kiss. Keel bones rubbing together as bodies pressed to one
another.
"Ah... oh..." Shen gasped as Crane's smooth, tapered length pressed
against his vent. His insides jumped and clenched, wanting to feel
something inside him.
"Should we..."
"Crane," Shen draped his legs over the master's powerful thighs.
"Shut up and put it in me."
Bodies arched as Crane did as he was told. The male shuddered at the
feeling of something warm and wet wrapping about his cock. It was his
first time experiencing anything other than a wing or tongue on his cock.
He gasped, eyes rolling back as his hips twitched. Then drove forward.
Greedily burying everything he had into Shen.
A hiss made him stop and blush. "Sorry..."
Shen threw his wings around Crane's body, "Don't stop now. Fuck me
like you mean it!"
There was no way he'd last long. Hell, he was already twitching by the
time his vent met Shen's. The feel of an inviting cloaca around his cock
almost too much for the untested master. Yet, as much as he wondered if
he should slow, his body pressed on. Carnal instincts drove the male to
thrust. Thighs lifted Shen's legs higher as he drove in. Grinding,
thrusting, hammering into his partner.
Crane gulped, "S-shen, I'm not g-gonna," he swallowed, "la-last long."
Shen groaned and rolled his head. Legs and wings wrapped tight
about his partner. "I don't fucking care!" he called out, throwing his head
back. A small voice of reason whispered in the back of his head. "Just pull
out before you finish."
Hips ground together. The birds rolled and tossed, Shen almost ending
up on top before Crane reversed. Blankets scattered about the room as
the pair rutted with feverish need. Shen groaned and rolled his head.
Insides clenched and pulled, milking the cock. Oh that shape was
perfect! The tip dug so deep into his body, while the base sealed tight.
And those noises? Oh those noises were blissful. The heavy, wet
squelches and sucks as their vents met and parted. Crane's cock,
already covered in cum, twisted and moved within Shen's tunnel just
right. The peacock tossed his head and began to chant, "Pull out... Pull
out..."
Yet his wings and legs pulled Crane tighter to him. Resisting the
male's efforts to draw out of his peacock lover. Twitching chido
"Fffaaaaa!" Warmth. Thick, sticky warmth jetted against Shen's
insides. Walls that had never been stained with the seed of another male
avian were now being painted. Yet his spurs only dug into Crane's rear,
keeping the master trapped against him.
Lustful noises died into heavy pants. Then slower, even breathing.
Crane slumped against Shen, his eyes slowly drifting closed. Likewise,
Shen let the moment stretch out in silence. Too exhausted and sexually
pleased to even consider parting. He rolled his head and huffed. Should
at least put out the candles. Ah well, he had plenty in storage.
"Naughty Hen," he crooned into Crane's ear. "Told you to pull out."
Crane muttered something, but the words were lost as sleep claimed
him. Shen yawned, ruffled, and tucked his head into Crane's neck.
"Gonna have to..." he clicked his beak, "wash my... robe..."
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"Mmm," Shen hummed with quiet pleasure. The peacock narrowed his
eyes and tightened his muscles. Not a hard clench, but enough to roll the
baoding balls within himself. He rolled his head with a pleased sigh and
smiled towards the sun. Oh it felt good today. Not just because of the
wonderful experience from the night before. Or even that morning,
where he'd mounted Crane again before his lover took off for training.
No, it felt like everything was just going great. Like finally, for the first
time in his life, everything had just fallen into place. No wolves to corral
or motivate. No schemes, weapons to build, nothing. It was just... peace.
Well, it would be peace if he could get cum stains out of his new robe.
And his tail feathers. Both were off, leaving the peafowl naked as he
could be. His tail rippling in the breeze as they hung from an awning.
"Should get a list of things for Crane." He hummed, "Though might
consider funds." Shen rolled his head one way then the other, "Can't
expect him to pay for everything." He'd found a few coins scattered
through the building. Not a great deal, but perhaps he could...
A low rumble caught his attention. It sounded like a distant rock slide.
Something giving way on a far off mountain. Yet... Something about it
made the feathers on his back stand up.
The peacock dropped his washing and took to the skies. Wings
beating as the noble bird stretched and pushed himself. Forcing his way
up higher and higher into the air. Flight was easier without his tail
weighing him down, but felt awkward without that weight he'd worn his
entire life. Not to mention the itch in his side as he stressed his nearly
mended wounds.
Shen topped the mountain and spun in place. Reveling in the freedom
of flight and the feel of wind brushing his feathers. The peacock twisted
about, enjoying it for the scant moment before letting his gaze sweep
over the landscape.
His heart stopped.
In the distance, he could see where the Jade Palace stood. Or had
stood. Even as he started to lose altitude, he could see it crumbling.
Shen tumbled, fumbled, and managed to get his wing out. The
peacock swept towards the washing poles. He huffed and pushed the
balls from him. Tossing both into the basket of linens before grabbing a
robe. His tail he could grab later. In fact, probably better if a white
peacock didn't show up at the ruins of the Jade Palace. Least of all when
one was trying to turn over a new leaf. Beak ground as he took to the
skies again, pulling the robe on as he did so.
"How... How do I fight a spirit warrior?" Shen grabbed his head with
both hands, more than ready to pull out his feathers in frustration. Kai,
General Kai, The Beast of Vengeance, Master of Pain, the list went on
really. He had somehow left the spirit realm where Oogway had sealed
him away. Shen had managed to get to the Valley of Peace without
passing out. There he'd found people leaving town, seeking sheltered
and safety. Understandable since they'd lost the Jade Palace.
Less understandable is why he'd offered them shelter at the Garden.
The villagers had opted to go deeper, taking up other bedrooms and
living spaces. Shen didn't mind since they left him to himself in his
quarters.
So here he was, perched in a basket-like seat, head in hands, and
scraps of paper scattered about. Countless plans and ideas on how to
fight Kai. Weapons, tools, canons and more. All sketched and written up
then discarded. The peacock groaned and rubbed his head, hunching his
body forward as a shiver raced through him. Gut clenched and spun,
driving panted breathes from the peacock as he trembled.
"Rrrghmm," his entire body shuddered and shook "Haa..." She's tail
flicked up and dropped as he shivered. He had to get up. Had to stop this
thing that was terrorizing the Masters. Once it had them, it'd probably
come for him, then the villagers he was protecting. All he do was get up,
maybe return to Gongmen and see what weapons he could scavenge.
But he couldn't get up and leave. Not now.
A knock at the door. "Shen?" He froze as the panel slid open. Crane
poked his head in, "Hey." He smiled a bit nervously before sliding in.
"C-crane?" Shen lifted his head, "Oh don't tell me I'm hallucinating
again."
Crane blinked at Shen. The peacock looked horrible. There were heavy
bags under his eyes, feathers were askew, and had even lost their gloss.
He swept around the table, stepping over and around piles of papers.
"Hallucinating?" He stepped close. "Again?" Crane shifted to crouch
beside Shen's seat. "I'm right here?" He clicked his bill quietly. "I'm okay,
I'm fine and right here."
Shen's breath caught in his throat. "I heard that Kai had..." He
dropped against Crane and shivered. Shoulders quaking as he barely
held on.
"Yeah, that was..." Crane rubbed Shen's back. "He'd captured my chi,
turned me into a fighter for him. I don't know what happened or..." he
shook his head. Then looked over at the papers. Brows lifting quietly,
"What have you been up to?" He reached out to push at one of the
discarded pages.
The peacock sniffed. "Planning an attack, believe it or not." He
laughed and rubbed his head into the keel with a sniff. "I was thinking of
charms, salt, an all kinds of..." he waved his hand and laughed, "tripe."
"Shen?" Crane looked over the piles of papers, the several bowls, and
cups scattered about the room. "When did you sleep last?"
He blinked in thought, "When was the Jade Palace destroyed?"
"Several days ago."
He waved his wing, "That's when. I caught a few naps here and there,
mostly when I couldn't," he yawned and shook his head. "Couldn't stay
awake any longer." Shen ruffled and leaned forward, staring towards a
plate. "Suppose I can get some sleep now..." He stared at the door,
"Speaking of, did you see I'd gotten the villagers here?"
"I saw." Crane moved to help Shen up. "Come on, let's get some
sleep."
Shen hummed and ruffled, "Oh. Remember our deal?" He rolled his
head with a smile, "You gave me quite the heart-attack, Dear."
Crane offered a sad smile, "I'm sorry about that."
"My turn."
He blinked at Shen in confusion. Shen ruffled his chest feathers and
shifted on his seat. As he lifted, he revealed several dappled eggs. One
of which was still glistening. Crane's eyes widened as he stared at the
small clutch. "So," Shen uttered into Crane's ear, "We need to find
something for you to lay now. Dear," he leaned in and dropped his voice
menacingly, "Hen."
"Um," a familiar voice spoke from the door. "Yeah, hi. Should we still
be waiting outside or..."
Shen smirked as Crane went beet red with embarrassment. He started
to shake his head, but the peacock beat him to it. "No, please. Come in
and have a seat."