Help him pee

Amidst a late Spring sky, the sun hid behind a veil of soft white clouds and gave way to a cool breeze that swept away the blistering heat. Terrance finished his yard work for the afternoon, flicking his axe down into a freshly-cut stump where it would stick until the next day. Step by step back toward the barn, his toes combed through the lush Spring grass as he dragged his feet along. With what felt like his last residual strength, he pushed the wide doors ajar, and let out a whistle that'd challenge the volume of a banshee's shriek.

Seconds pass before his ears pick up the thumping and scuffing noises of his rambunctious wyvern female approaching quickly from behind. She circled him in the barn, lifting her wings somewhat clumsily over his head, doing her best to avoid toppling him over. He'd greet her with a broad grin, holding his paws up to cradle her snout, to which she responded with affectionate licks to his palms. Then he would proceed to guide her to the "playpen," holding onto the smooth spike that jutted from her chin, and making gentle kissing sounds to coax her along.

"Interested in a romp, big girl?" He asked her with a subtle hand motion, and pressed on one of her broad sides. The delighted female promptly rolled onto her back amongst the large pile of hay that had been covered with cotten blankets for her comfort. Pistachio, the more-than-willing female, looked to Terrance both as her caretaker and even her mate; she gave herself to him as he so desired. Afterall, she was still a youthful wyvern, and her sexual drive was on-high herself.

Pistachio responded with a soft grumble of positive, jubulant tones accompanied by excited wiggles of her haunches as she lie on her back, hinds spread and offering herself. Her cloaca was visibly clenched, leaking her sweet honey. The scent of her pheremones whisked through the air, enticing Terrance as he craned his head back, inhaling. Gradually, amongst his distracted senses, he undid the cloth strings that held his breeches around his lithe waist, letting them drop. He lifted one leg free, stepping over her long tail and kneeling down to lie upon her warm body. His paws slowly glided across her sleek hide, feeling her belly and her strong breast; his heavy balls rested comfortably on the underbelly of her tail as he began to grind his hips against her lap, arousing his genitals. The tip of his wet penis peered out of its soft sheath, and inch by inch his shaft followed until it was full and throbbing, aching and needy to be within a female's orifice. He licked her chest affectionately, and she happily groomed the fur along his cheek and the rims of his ears in response.

"Eeeasy does it, girl. Relax your hole for me.." He implored his feral companion, rubbing her soothingly with one paw as the other carefully guided his dickhead against the soft lips of her cloaca, and pushed it inside. The heat within her body was intense, and to physically witness her excellence with her internal muscle control was a sexually gratifying experience--to put it simply. Inch by inch his cock spread the soft slick folds within her until his waist pressed against her shallow pubic boot. He lie there, his body hot against hers, beginning to roll his hips and bob them in short, gentle thrusts. Each one sent blissful tingles up his spine that made his skin crawl and hair stand on end. Each time his penis would slid deeper within her, she would squeeze tight, so that her cloaca would milk his shaft when he lifted his ass to pull out. Shuttering moans escaped his lips, and with greater frequency as time passed.

The large female's toes curled, and her knees buckled against his shoulders as his throbbing penis rubbed against her sweetspot again and again, making her whole scaly body shiver and tuck against his fuzzy frame. He couldn't help but grin as his female clung to him needily while he bred her, thrusting harder to push both of their satisfactions to higher levels. Pistachio craned her head back over the hay pile, her broad chest rising and falling with steamy exhales. Terrance's lap was becoming progressively more and more damp, between her heat and her leaking sex fluids.

Several minutes of grabbing, gentle biting and thrusting of different speeds and lengths ensued. The young male drake's heavy balls grew taut under his sheath as he edged closer and closer to climax; his knot swelled at the base of his soaking-wet shaft, and a broad vein coursed along its length. Approaching his ejaculation, his humping became sporadic, arching his back and lifting his tail high until the moment of release; Pistachio's hindlegs bent, heels tight to her haunches as she felt his hot, gooey cum spurting within her.

"Ahhhfuck--I'm cumming, girl.." Terrance huffed out, eyes shut with a cheek pressed to her breast. His asshole and thick cock both clenched simultaneously with every hard gush of virile ejaculate that spurted from his urethra and painted her cervix. Both of their chests expanded to maximum capacity with every long breath, it seemed. His testicles were thoroughly drained of sperm, and her belly was quickly filled full of male drake cum, which Terrance so happily dispensed inside of her.

"Oof.. can feel your cunt clenching.." He muttered to her amidst their cooperative panting, "Hhnnh.. bet you're excited for another clutch, huh..?" Terrance enjoyed treating her with proper breeding on a regular day-to-day basis. She was a needy female; being in heat was a negligible factor for her as far as mating with him went. More than a minute passed before the male drake was fully finished pumping her belly with his creamy ejaculate. Post-orgasm, he lie limp on top of her, panting as she relaxed with her head craned once more, exhaling hot steam from deep within her gullet. As he tried to collect himself, she played with him, nipping and tugging at his ears, all the while clenching and squeezing behind his knot with the taut entrance of her well-creampied cloaca. This action typically caused his body to recoil, but in a positive manner as an intense massaging sensation shot like lightning through his entire body.

Despite his desire to simply fall asleep atop of her--given her warm, sleek body does provide a comfortable place to rest--he lifted himself up slowly with a long yawn, and gradually withdrew his sensitive penis from her soft crevice. His eyes followed along the wet, throbbing shaft as he pulled it free from the warm clutches of her cunt. Several gooey strands--a mixture of their cum--clung to his penis from her slit as it clenched and relaxed again and again, expelling his thick ejaculate.

He took a deep, satisfied breath, looking upon the mess he made inside of her and reminded the wyvern of their post-sex routine, "Mmmh.. clean-up time, big girl." She was acclimated to respond by promptly nosing around his messy crotch, licking the cum off of his heavy balls and cock before properly sucking it dry.

"Nice n' slow, baby," he paused briefly and watched her tongue cradle his shaft, "Watch those teeth." He laid a paw upon her snout, stroking it with his thumb reassuringly as she cautiously welcomed his cock into her muzzle. Her tongue provided plenty of cushion for him, coiling firmly around his fat knot as she nursed softly at first, and then sucked harder as time went on. "Ffuuuck.." he craned his head back for a few moments before looking back down to watch her and give her praise, "Gooood girl."

And like any domestic animal that understands their masters and responds to positive praise, Pistachio's nearly casual demeanor was exalted, and in her newfound excitement, pressed her nose between Terrance's balls and thigh. With a little confusion, the drake rested his paws on her head and watched carefully, lifting the leg she stuffed her nose against. Brief moments passed before he felt a warm, wet sensation against his sensitive asshole, and he realized she was eagerly licking it and pushing her tongue inside. It was an orgasmic sensation in itself to feel her thick tongue writhe inside him, making him curse under his breath.

"Hahh.. get in there baby.." he huffed and tensed all over, shivering, "Gonna make Daddy cum again.." [TO BE CONTINUED..(?)]

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Dany, is captured by this viscous body. multiple eyes appear and disappear on the putrid vegetable plasma.
at school, the conceited young man, boasted his sexual potency and the ability of its condition athletic and healthy condition.
This came to the ears of the evil owners of the red room. instantly they kidnapped him and locked him up next to this creature report. and then began the perverse game.
the monster begins to soborear the sweat of the idiot boy, this subject Dany's arms and legs. his shirt is totally soaked and you sport spandex slashing you the legs of wet of sweat. but the monster wants another type of fluid.
a tentacle breaks the spandex of the young, to the height of the crotch, leaving the naked, genitals of Dany, then the tentacle clings to his cock, and starts pumping and sucking all the cum that outbreak of this so-called Stallion.
with every suck, Dany feels as if her womb was ripped apart. It is a moron, but you know that when finish you pumping, is become lunch. and all for presumed!

Its been over a month since I relocated the unidentified organism that invaded the maternity ward to a holding room in the unused building. It was and has continued to be an arduous task to keep it confined. I have managed to keep it at bay with a combination of locks, sealant and a cattle prod.

So far I have been unable to classify the organism at all. It does not fall into any of the known species on earth. As such I have taken to calling it Subject Zero, and have spend many hours watching the undulating movement as it tests the strength of its cage over and over. Recently it has become more vocal, parroting babies cries and screams when I walk past the viewing window. I daresay it recognizes me now as its captor, and this was some form of communication. I have not offered it any food since securing it and it occurred to me that perhaps it was hungry, maybe even starving.

Down the hall I hear angry yelling that has filled the wing for the last few months. Lucas, as he calls himself, is in solitary confinement, chained to a bed. His recovery from the parasite removal is going well, and the wound area is healing nicely.



Unfortunately his temperament has remained hostile throughout the healing process, despite my explaining what the procedure had accomplished. I am regularly greeted with him screeching 'Shut up! SHUTUP! You BITCH let me out of here!'. His aggression is unexpected, after his castration I had expected the aggression to subside somewhat with the lack of testosterone flooding his system.

With the unrelenting aggression in the patient I know he is a poor candidate for release, as I walked down the hall towards his room considering my options with him Subject Zero continues to mewl like an infant pressing its bulbous eyes again the glass to look down the hall after me.


I have come to the conclusion that Lucas cannot be fully rehabilitated, I have learned much from him and hope that there is potential to learn a little more, and have his...disposal...not be a waste.

I wheeled him into Subject Zeros room. I had to fight the creature off with a few jabs of the cattle prod. It curled into a tangled mass in the corner allowing me to wheel Lucas into the center of the room. I had given him a mild muscle relaxant, enough to weaken him to the point he couldnt walk. He was conscious though and as I closed and sealed the door he spat one slightly slurred comment.
'You bitch, I'll kill you, you took my balls I'll fuck you with a knife! Just wait! This isnt fucking over!'

What happened next was truly fascinating. It was only a few moments after closing the door that the creature approached the intruder, completely unphased by the sudden panicked screaming. It spent a few moments investigating the wolf, beginning to drool heavily all over itself. It felt around to locate the knee join, then remarkably its fingers began the penetrate the flesh, not unlike a knife through butter. The flesh began to come apart, patella popping out of its joint easily, and bright blood beginning to pour out of the wound. The viscous saliva was also having a visible reaction to the fluffy substance on its neck, turning into a lumpy fibrous cement like paste. I can only surmise this was to form a seal on the wound, keeping the rest of the meal fresh as it were.

I continue to watch the rest of the process, transfixed. My heart is a-flutter with the potential application of this abilities in my wider research, and delighted that my dear Lucas will be with me for at least a few more months...at least most of him.