You're Obviously Down Because You Haven't Drawn Our Glorious King Black Wolf Pregnant Anyways Be Well

i've graduated from egg to chicken

how did egg end up in the beautiful town of rapecestershire? is he locally grown or just really unfortunate to end up in the UK?

Egg was born and raised there! Granted, he wasn't raised with other kids so when he first started going to the public schools he had to change his vocab and mannerisms (he was picked on relentlessly the first couple years for being "boring" and "old man-ish.")

And because of that, Egg doesn't really know of or acknowledge the rapey-ness of Rapecestershire. He really just kinda thinks the town's a bit odd, and that there's probably some giant BDSM ring somewhere that attracts particularly rough horny people to the town. Egg is sheltered rather heavily, though not through religious means like Sydney (Egg has basically nothing to do with the temple or cult)

🐺+♂️, 🪶+♂️, 🍋 make these bitches gay!!!! ❤

Black wolf Nation out! ❤

i know you didn't say it explicitly but i read ur mind and made it BW mpreg. for the sake of the glorious BW mpreg nation

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going through all the requests in order from when I received them, so it might take a while for me to get to any new ones, but I WILL get through them ALL at some point. :) congrats on being the first, BW mpreg nation!!!

Reading this and want to participate? This is the event post!

Synopsis; mean wolf rides poor bird into oblivion

Prompt: BW x GH (Smut) / CW: dubcon(?), mpreg, homoerotic tussling - both characters are AMAB, male, and beastpeople

Birds of a Bone

Great Hawk didn't fly over the forest often. If he flew high above it, away from the clawing grasp of the treetops, it was hard to see through the branches. But if he flew through the treeline, he would be ducking and weaving endlessly—it was, in all ways, a lesser environment for flight compared to the wide moor. However, that didn't exactly mean he never visited the forest. On hot days, it was perhaps the only place of respite, given all the shade, aside from his nest. His lonely, too-empty nest.

Perhaps he came out here on some instinct. It was the middle of summer, the sun scorching everything it touched below. Even Great Hawk's stone-cool nest began to feel like the landbound's heated cookware, so he had taken off towards the distant mass of trees, thirsty for the shade inside. He was aware of the wolves always lurking in the shadows, alongside the bears and whatnot, but he didn't fear them more than he did being cooked alive. Life was always a series of challenges that he had to overcome for survival; risking a petty fight with a wolf was worth the guarantee of some reprieve from the heat.

By the time the sun had begun to sink below the horizon, Great Hawk had had his fill of the forest. He hadn't been bothered all day by any creature other than the fish that swarmed around him when he had dipped into a section of shallow river. It seemed the rest of the world was also taking a break today, with how quiet it was. Normally, the forest was overwhelming, especially when Great Hawk was resting on the ground; the overlapping birdsongs, loud swaying trees, and the buzzing insects a little too close to his ears drove him mad on a usual day, and maybe they were still there. Great Hawk wasn't paying attention anyways; surely any other clawed or fanged beast would rather not chase a hawk such as him around on such a sweltering day.

Though, perhaps he should have been more observant. When he had turned in the direction of the moor, wings already reaching to the sky, Great Hawk froze. In the black of the shadows was a glowing set of eyes, with a foreign intensity so strong it pinned the hawk to the spot. Ah, it seems he had finally met the alpha of the wolf pack.

The wolf stepped from out of the dark, but it was like he had been tainted by it—the fur on his body ate all the light it touched, leaving sections of pitch black across the giant's body. Great Hawk was a large specimen himself, the apex predator of the moor, but he couldn't compare to this mammoth of a canine. The hawk's breaths were uneven; the wolf was already too close, and probably had been for far longer than the hawk knew. If he tried to take flight, he'd just be snatched out of the air, but he also wasn't a match on land, and certainly not in a fight. Great Hawk didn't doubt that he'd scar or injure the wolf greatly, but it wouldn't mean much if the wolf could simply bite his neck and end the hawk's life. The giant, jagged scars across the wolf's exposed skin told Great Hawk that the beast wouldn't back off just because of a cut or two.

Then, Great Hawk was pressed against the ground with the behemoth holding him down from between his legs. Naturally, as any creature would do, the hawk began to flail wildly. He kicked and beat his wings, though neither amounted to much more than annoying his attacker. When Great Hawk finally managed to scratch the cheek of the wolf, the beast growled and fought back. Hard claws pressed against the hawk's skin, pressing against his exposed midsection, as the wolf sat on the hawk's lap, rendering his legs useless as weapons. Great Hawk was, essentially, trapped.

"You." The wolf started, staring down at Great Hawk. He couldn't tell if the beast looked curious or hungry. "You are the bird one from moor, yes? I am Black Wolf." The beast, Black Wolf, leaned over Great Hawk from where he sat atop the hawk. Black Wolf's eyes narrowed as the hawk began to struggle in his grasp again, the beast's grip only growing tighter. "Name. What is bird one's name?"

Great Hawk paused as he met the sharp eyes of the wolf hovering over him. "Great Hawk." He answered after a while, and the wolf smiled. It was more like a grin of sorts, but it was oddly charming. Great Hawk could feel his face warm and feathers ruffle the longer he looked, alongside the rising of a long-unsatisfied desire. Though, it seemed as though Black Wolf could feel it too. His grin grew smug as he rocked his ass back into the hawk's hardening erection, and it looked like he relished in the low groan he ripped out of the bird below him.

"Wait, Black Wolf- Ah!" Great Hawk whined, failing to suppress the full-body shudders that came with having his cock be touched for the first time by another living being. He never imagined it be like this, nonetheless with someone he wasn't promised to. It went against all his instincts, but... "What? Does Great Hawk not want to?" Black Wolf frowned down at the hawk beneath him, stopping the gyrating of his hips, though he seemed displeased about it. "Okay. Fine, I won't force bird to mate."

Great Hawk's eyes widened at the words, stunned by the easy compliance from a wolf of all things, before freezing in fear as Black Wolf began to bend over, fangs bared towards the hawk's neck. "My pack will praise me for such a good hunt. You feed us for days." Out of panic, Great Hawk jerked his hips upwards, cock throbbing against the wolf's ass. The beast chuckled and lapped at the hawk's neck, sharp canines brushing against the feathers of Great Hawk's nape. "Good choice."

The hawk squirmed as the wolf above aligned his ass to the hawk's sensitive dick, and the hawk cried out lewdly when the wolf sat down in one fluid motion. Great Hawk gripped the meaty thighs of Black Wolf as the wolf grinded against the hawk's pelvis, taking the cock deep inside for a few blissful moments, before the wolf raised his hips back up. Then, Black Wolf slammed them down again hard. The wolf's own cock bobbed and flopped around with the movement, leaking a creamy precum from the tip that squirt out with every sit back down, though the movement of the wolf's cock was hypnotic to watch. Great Hawk couldn't take his eyes off it, unable to much else other than simply experience the wolf's hot insides massage his own dick, and he licked his lips as he moved his hand to wrap around the fat red shaft of it.

Black Wolf chuckled some more above him, placing one oversized, furred hand on top of the hawk's wrist, and guided Great Hawk's softer palm up and down the length of his cock. He struggled to keep up with the wolf, a familiar building feeling slowly tearing his attention away from the wolf, but he didn't dare let go. He rocked his hips upwards, meeting Black Wolf's downwards motions, and chirped out a warning. "Won't last much longer." Black Wolf laughed, breathy and deep, and slammed his hips down harder. "Good. Cum inside. Give me pups."

It only took a couple pumps for Great Hawk to hit his peak, his plumes rising to their fullest as he pumped rope after rope of cum inside the wolf's ass, as he cried out in ecstasy. Black Wolf dragged the hawk's hand further down his cock than before, forcing Great Hawk to take the wolf's knot into his hand and squeeze it harshly, when its dams suddenly broke and shot strings of cum all over the hawk's face and chest. The wolf took a moment to breathe and relax, only to get up and trot off. "Don't intrude forest again. Or I'll breed you next time."

Great Hawk didn't waste time in flying off, though he'd think about the wolf very often afterwards.

When the hawk visited the forest again, weeks later, he managed to catch a glimpse of the elusive alpha once more. However, Black Wolf's stomach seemed larger than before...

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What's egg opinion of our Lord and savior black wolf? Does egg approve of bw mpreg? Does egg approve of EGG MPREG???

Black wolf mpreg nation out ❤

Hi again BW mpreg nation!! I was thinking abt BW mpreg and when I checked Tumblr again I noticed ur ask. I feel like I summoned you

Egg actually likes Black Wolf and the other wolves! They run into the wolf pack all the time, since their tree house in rather deep in the forest and they visit it often. Egg's probably even friends with Black Wolf, though Black Wolf would probably be nonplussed towards Egg. Unless the PC had Black Wolf and Egg as their chosen LIs, then they'd be some sorta lovers.

Now, Egg has a pretty big pregnancy/breeding kink (almost as big as Kylar's, but it's not their whole thing so it's not brought up often,) but it's like. doubled when it's mpreg. So they would be very happy if BW got mpregged, and probably try to baby BW during the whole pregnancy. Egg would probably also get beat up by BW bc BW doesn't like being treated like he's weak (Egg isn't even treating him like that but BW can't tell the difference)

And, of course, it should go without saying that Egg GREATLY approves of Egg mpreg. He fully expects the PC (or the other chosen LI) to knock him up so long as it's possible. Even if it's not, he certainly wants the PC/LI to try at least a couple dozen times. He'll even start taking those fertility pills or talking to a doctor about it. He takes mpreg very seriously

I supposedly posted all the ask event fics to AO3 but I don't know how to use that platform as a poster (esp since I posted it anonymously) so! idk we'll see i guess

edit: nvm i'm just impatient, the site did as it should've! you can find it here -> various short fics <3 it should make life a bit easier if anyone wants to scroll thru the stuff i put out during that event and future events

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tagged u so you'd know when i posted ur request lmao. I love it when Kylar's on the bottom. wish they didn't fight it so much in-game like just let me pamper u bbygirl. anyways it seems my dice yearn for trans men rn

Thanks for participating in my ask event! When a fic contains the PC as a main character, the PC will exclusively be referred to as "you," except from other characters, who will refer to the PC by their gender or some other defining characteristic. :) Brings me back to my "x reader" fic days. ahhh what nostalgia

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Kylar gets railed into oblivion

Prompt: Kylar x PC (Smut) / CW: kidnapping, dubcon (not really), breeding kink, PC = evil-type crazy, babytrapping but they both want to babytrap the other so uh? - Kylar = AFAB & male, PC = AMAB & GN ((mostly) dice rolls) + bonus F! Sydney, M! Whitney, and M! Robin (only mentioned)

Welcomed Payback

The chair you've been strapped to is rather uncomfortable. The least Kylar could've done was make sure it was a chair with padding or something instead of some wooden old rickety one that felt one wrong move away from just snapping under you. Oh well. At least he put you in a different room to whatever's causing all that ruckus upstairs. Though, you almost wish he did, considering that it keeps scaring him away from you. You're a bit fed up with him just coming and going. Him feeding you fruit by hand is just about the most contact you've gotten with him so far. All he's done other than that is draw you some and sing a couple out-of-tune love songs he made himself.

Did you purposefully get him to go crazy and kidnap you? Yes. You weren't ashamed to admit it at this point. You've been a bit enamored with him yourself ever since he introduced himself, probably more than he was with you. You didn't think anything of helping a bully victim out of a beatdown, but when you saw how he looked up at you, like he witnessed the descent of a god, something in your brain was clicked on. Considering he wouldn't talk to you for the first few weeks of your attempts at getting to know him, you ended up going a different route and doing quite a bit of digging to find out more about him—you first befriended Sydney and lulled out any and all stories she could remember about Kylar when he was little, then moved on to breaking into more than just a couple government archives to flip through Kylar's, and his family's, past documents.

You knew where he lived before he ever followed you back to the orphanage, and, honestly? It hurt a little, to see how he wanted to be part of your life so bad but didn't seem to want you to be in his. So, you thought you'd nudge him the right way. You noticed he was prone to getting jealous, seeing how his expression would change whenever you'd chat with someone else during lunch, and you thought it'd be easy to use that against him. You'd flirt with anyone and everyone the moment you felt a familiar tingle on the back of your neck, and then relish in the dark, envious looks he'd give the hickeys on your neck when you saw him next. You weren't a big fan of sharing your body so casually with other people, but it would be well worth it if it meant you'd have Kylar in your hands at the end of your endeavors.

Robin was probably the only one you actually felt bad for. When Kylar had given you a little owl plush that so obviously had one of its glass eyes replaced with a camera lens, you had gotten an idea. Though, you struggled to find the right person to use for it. Sydney came to mind first, initially, since you were already close with her and you could smell her crush on you, but figured it'd be too much effort considering how deep her connections are to the temple. She'd totally try to get you to join. There was also Whitney, but Kylar's already watched you suck him off at least a dozen times, so there wouldn't be a big surprise factor with him. A random stranger wouldn't do either—if it did, the videos and photos of you online would've been plenty. But then, you remembered Robin.

You had successfully wooed him, flirting with and lewdly touching him every chance you had, until he finally visited you in your room at night. All it took was a week of tender words, and it made you pity the poor man, but you found you didn't care too much as you grinned up at the owl plush on your wardrobe, right when Robin was busy staining your innards with his cum. The feeling of him inside you was revolting to some extent, but you had washed out his cum the moment Robin had fallen asleep. To your delight, Kylar was waiting for you outside the very next morning. He looked far from pleased, a distant look in his eyes, as he lifted up a long tube with something metallic shining within. You looked directly at him and bared your neck, eagerly accepting the tranq dart as it sunk into your flesh.

But, now that you were here, you couldn't help but find it a bit boring. The most entertainment you've gotten was Kylar's occasional visits and the nigh-constant rumbling above your head. For the past few hours, you've exclusively been humming the nonsensical tune Kylar had sung to you and fiddling with the rope tying you down. At this point, you would've settled for an awful soap opera on whatever old TV this decrepit manor still had lying around.

When Kylar came into the room next, you were already fully untied and just leisurely sitting in the chair, eyes closed and leg bouncing. "M-My love, d-did you not like the ropes? I-I'm sorry, b-but I put t-them on for a r-r-reason. Y-You'll run away if I d-don't keep you here." Kylar grit out, expression dark, as he stepped closer. He was probably on his way to tie you up again. Good. "Hm, but I didn't, did I?" You purred as he came up beside you, brushing a couple fingers up the length of his forearm, though you weren't too pleased to have his sweater between you and his skin. He paused, looking conflicted, and you took the opportunity to grab him and pull him onto your lap.

His face flushed a pretty red and he began to squirm, his hands grabbing onto yours as you kept his hips glued to yours. The clothes in your way would be off soon enough. You could be patient, just as you've been these past months. "A-Ah, d-did you want to do it that bad? I-I'm sorry, I haven't been a g-good boyfriend..." Kylar groaned as you grinded up against him, and the sound alone made you want to cum already. "What nonsense. You're the best I could ask for. Far too good for me." You murmured sweet platitudes as your hands slipped beneath his clothes. He shivered, and you began to rethink taking them all off. Maybe you'd just rip them where you needed to and let him keep the rest on—the room seems a bit cold for him.

He wriggled in your grasp against and you decided this was going to be a bad position to fuck him in, given he was already moving about like he was uncomfortable. So, naturally, you slid onto the floor below and carefully laid him down beneath you. Honestly, it might've been cleaner to fuck in a random alleyway, given the state of this room, but you weren't going to be picky all of a sudden. Your beloved was beneath you and waiting, legs and lips parted just for you, just like you wanted him to be. He leaned back up to take your lips in his, his tongue eager to explore your mouth as his hands ran across your back. You didn't even flinch when he tried to stick it down your throat, and gave him the same intense treatment.

You pulled your pants down and ripped a new hole in his at the same time, swallowing the bashful squeak he let out. You palmed him through his remaining underwear, your cock throbbing when you felt a pair of drenched folds through the thin fabric. You already knew he was trans, so it wasn't a surprise, but you truly had to thank whatever divine being made this man just so perfect. You wouldn't be able to count how many times you came just to the thought of getting to fuck a baby into your Kylar—because he would be yours if you put your kid inside him, right?

Kylar, to his wondrous credit, seemed to have a similar thought process. When he felt your fingers against his slick, he spread his legs even wider and shuddered erotically, only to pull away from your heavenly kiss. "Y-You should put it in. A-And not pull out, e-ever." He all but whispered the command, and you were more than happy to comply. You ripped another hole in the last remaining barrier and dug in with no further warning, relishing in the erotic yelp he gifted you, alongside all the other sounds he made as you began to thrust into him.

His insides were soft and gummy, massaging your cock as you slammed your hips against his. Any time he gripped onto you, you'd move in a particularly rough way, and if he whined, you left a new mark on his hardly exposed neck. He clung to you and didn't bother with keeping quiet, babbling all sorts of lewd things as he grinded up into your crotch at the peak of each thrust. At some point, you had to forcibly hold his hips still to keep him from accidentally shifting too far from you. It had the added bonus of giving you more leverage to ravage his cunt, though, so you were happy with the arrangement, even if Kylar cried about it.

Kylar came suddenly around you, soaking both your crotches with a thick cream, and you slowed for just a moment to give him some time to recuperate. When he began to whine again, you picked up the pace—drilling into him as fast as you could. As your own climax drew near, an unkind idea popped inside your head and made you pause. With a smirk, you slowly began to pull out of his swollen pussy, stopping only when Kylar's legs wrapped around the back of your hips and forced you to stay inside.

His face was still a delicious red, but his expression was dangerous. What a pretty boy. "C-Cum inside. N-Now." You chuckled at his cute attempt at being mean and happily resumed your gyrating, cumming with a drawn-out moan as you pushed your hips as deep into his as you could. "G-Good." Kylar hummed, clearly pleased with himself. You were far more pleased with yourself than he could've been, honestly. Hopefully after this he'd give you a tour around his house, and you could start planning on where the nursery would go.

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uber old PC art from when i had first started playing the game

i miss him. i wonder where he is now, in the dimly lit backrooms of my nog

bonus pic from that same era of my art bc i miss drawing men like this. i need to study my old style and bring it back

also when i get to 69 followers i'll do one of those event things bc i find those fun

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yes ofc!

since you changed it from gender to genitals, I went ahead and rolled for their genders hehe. I also threw some light comedy in there lmao

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm slowly gettin thru them all, I promise <3 I'll try to host this event whenever my follower count hits a 69 so 169 is the next goal! :) I'm glad so many Great Hawk lovers are in my ask box. GH is my favorite LI ever <3

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; lesbian bird fucker 🫵 (complimentary)

Prompt: PC x GH (Smut) + Pregnancy & Eggs / CW: bird marriage, pregnancy, eggs, PC = simp, mentioned womb fucking - Both characters are female (dice rolls), PC = AFAB, GH = AMAB, and GH is a beastperson

Wife's Wishes

You were used to this awful, strange town. The people were weird by nature, and the nature was even weirder. Though odd, it was comfortable enough if you knew how to fend off the touchy ones. At some point, you even began to embrace the outright fictional events around you. A real, living furry with the animal parts baked in? They're all over town, and a lot of them are pets, so it's nothing you flinch at anymore. Some kind of plant fused into a person running around naked? You've already passed by plenty just today, and had a conversation or two with them. Multi-limbed creatures trying to swarm you from the underbrush? Honestly, you found them almost cute.

So when a very pretty harpy lady began flying over head, you weighed your options. Cons: a bird woman in the middle of the moor probably isn't a good sign, and you've already made it this far in life without ever having to lewdly touch anybody or anything. How you did that in this town is a mystery, but miracles happen sometimes. Pros: that bird woman is very hot. Usually, you aren't sexually inclined, but something about the harpy just calls to you. Quite literally, if her, frankly beautiful, screeching from above was any sign. You contemplated for a bit longer, watching closely as she circled again and again above you. You reached your conclusion when she dove down, and opened your arms welcomingly right before she picked you up with her big bird feet.

"I am Great Hawk. Wife should get comfortable." Were the harpy's first words to you upon landing at some tall tower you'd previously caught glimpses in the distance of while exploring earlier. She had set you down as carefully as a woman almost twice your size could, and took a couple steps back to give you space. She probably expected you to be panicked or surprised, but you were more disappointed that she didn't stay so close. You were eager to get a good look at her. "I will be back with gift." She took off out of the tower before you could say anything, and you decided to do as she said and make yourself at home.

When Great Hawk came back, she seemed to momentarily forget where she was. While she had been off doing whatever, you had taken the liberty to start cleaning the tower. It was a finite space, and you were very adept with cleaning by now, given all the millions of odd jobs you did around town, so it didn't take very long to at least get the dust and loose debris out of your immediate living area. Your attention turned to the harpy when she almost stumbled her landing, more focused on taking in the dramatic change of her nesting quarters. "Oh, welcome back! I thought I'd clean the place a bit while you were out." You chirped happily, drawing her attention to you. You'd torn a good portion of your clothes into pieces to make a few rags to clean with, but you assumed you wouldn't be wearing any clothes soon enough given the tendencies of things around here, so you weren't upset at all. If anything, you were just streamlining the process. She didn't wear clothing, so neither would you, right? When in Rome and all that.

"I- yes, thank you, wife..." She spoke softly, a visible mix between confused and flustered, as her eyes tried to roam but routinely ended up at your chest. Your top was the first thing to go, and you didn't wear a bra today anyways, given that it was a little warm out for spring and you weren't expecting to be around anyone who cared. You didn't think your tits were all that great, especially for this town, but she seemed rather enamored. So much so that she jolted when the thing in her hands twitched, and she blushed as she held it out to you. "I-I got you food. Good nutrition, easy to find." She offered one of those multi-limbed creatures to you, and you took it gratefully. She stared as you bit into it, and her face darkened as you savored its taste. It was an odd texture, almost like that of crab meat, but it and the taste weren't unpleasant. You'd even dare say you enjoy them.

"Glad wife likes it. Thought landbound would dislike, never seen one eat egg-eater before. Will get wife more next time." Great Hawk chuckled as you licked your fingers clean, looking up at her through your lashes. You smiled and cast a glance out of the tower ledge, taking in the setting sun on the horizon, and grinned at her. "It's gonna be dark soon. Did you want to lay down with me?" You offered, motioning to the nest nearby. It didn't look comfortable, but she was a bird and you were no better than a dog. You'd live.

She seemed surprised by the suggestion and nodded with a soft smile, easily picking you up in her arms and carrying you to the nest. "If we could, I'd like to go through with a landbound custom." You spoke on the way, wrapping her arms around her neck and nuzzling into the downy feathers that so beautifully curved around her chest. You adored how the plumage avoided her breasts specifically—it made ogling easier. You continued only when you heard her curious hum. "On the first night of becoming wives, landbound couples mate. I want to make my new wife feel good." You purred lowly, unable to help yourself as your hand cupped one of her tits. It was nice and hefty in your palm, and you massaged it with as much care as you could muster. She made a little noise, feathers ruffling, as she gently set you down on the nest and crawled on top of you.

"Would gladly mate with wife." She cooed back at you as her hands began to wander, sharp talons ripping through the remaining clothes you had kept on. You moaned softly when she dipped her claws into your folds, clearly careful to not cut you open on the inside as she slipped them in to the knuckle. She was a large lady, so her fingers were rather large too. Just one finger made you feel a bit full, and two made you stretch around her teasing motions. Though, you couldn't help but encourage it. You were initially going to whine, but you happened a glance between her legs, and are now eagerly trying to get her to open you up some more.

It was impossible to initially see, given the sea of feathers she had from the waist-down, but apparently she had a cock. It was... big. Just like the rest of her. Though, at least it looked tapered and the head wasn't so blunt, unlike a human dick. It would probably have an easier time slipping in than a regular person's of the same size, but that almost made you worry more. Maybe there was a chance she'd just go straight into your womb? There's no way that was particularly pleasurable, though you can't find yourself unwilling to at least try it with such a weapon. She didn't seem in much of a rush, regardless. Great Hawk was busy twirling her tongue around your chest as her fingers curled, twisted, and spread in your depths.

A few moments later and you'd already given up on your previous reasonable thoughts. Who cares if you get split in two, you just need her already. Getting torn in half by such a cock would be an honor rather than a tragedy. You were never a patient person, and it showed with how you grinded your hips against her hand and whined loudly to her. "Please, fuck me already. I can't take any more teasing." You moaned out as you pressed against her, only whining more when she chuckled at you. Or rather, your impatience. "If wife wants me to, I will." She responded with a sweet whisper, climbing further over you and letting her impressive cock press against your desperately awaiting cunt. You moaned loudly when she slid it in, and you could tell you were right about how its shape would let it go a little too deep. Oh well. If she wanted to womb fuck you, you'd gladly let her.

She groaned herself as she smoothly glided her hips back and forth, grinding into you every time she bottom inside you. It was heaven, frankly speaking, and you had no regrets in giving your virginity to her. You had even less qualms with it when she sped up the pace, picking you up in her arms and holding you like a fleshlight as she fucked up into you. Maybe her being a harpy was a greater boon than you thought, with her furious thrusting into your dripping pussy and heavy pants fanning directly across your neck. The animalistic behavior made you feel wanted, claimed, and it fed a more lecherous part of you. Your cunt fluttered around her still-ravaging cock, just shy of straight-up squirting your natural lube all over her beautiful dick. She didn't even pause her motions, but she came soon after as well.

You could feel the heat of her cum deep inside you, though you don't think it was actually in your womb, before she pulled out and let it drip all over the messily entwined sticks beneath you. "We should do harpy mating ritual when you get your wings in. Wife will look so pretty in the sky with me." She set you down and curled around you, easily chasing the night's chill away with her embrace as she murmured soft words. Initially, you wanted to go at minimum another few rounds, but you figured she could use the rest. You could pick up where you left off in the morning. It's not like you were going anywhere anytime soon.

Weeks later, when your feathers and wings came in, like she had promised, you weren't immediately able to fulfill her wish of the harpy's customs. After all, flying while carrying a giant batch of eggs in your stomach was rather difficult, to say the least. Though, after you laid these, you could probably follow through with her customs and earn yourself a second helping. A new, bird-y, part of you didn't like the thought of staying empty for long.

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congrats on getting the sex number of followers!! 🎉🎉 for the 69 followers requests, may i request 🍳🐉 + 🎪 (any gender is fine)? maybe them getting lost in the moors? but any scenario is good! love ur art and eggerton and most especially ur dragon series and dragon pc!! genuinely like one of the coolest concepts i've seen and i got to know about monster hunter dragons through ur blog. i hope u have a great day at con!!

I made it as comedic as I could but my sense of humor isn't so suited for written works so uh! maybe it's funny maybe it's not (i tried so hard for u)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! I'm going to add all of these to AO3 at some point in some master work but idk when I'll have that set up—probably sometime next week! :) ty for ur very thorough support btw pinipig!! i always love seeing the tags u add to some of my posts lol

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; Dragon betrayed by seemingly innocent yolker

Prompt: Egg & Dragon PC (Comedy) / CW: technical kidnapping (dragonnapping?) - Egg = GN, Dragon PC = Male (dice rolls)

Dragged Yolks

He has had it up to here with this little neon sign of a human being. Egg was a walking miracle, given the amount of potentially deadly shit they got themselves in on a daily basis. Get offered a ride to someplace for free by a stranger? They hop on in without question! Given a random drink or snack? They just say an innocent "thanks!" and dig right in! The beast that's been watching over Egg is overworked and underpaid. Granted, it wasn't a job be had to do, but he'd feel bad if something happened the moment he looked away. So, therefore, he's had his keen eyes on the absent-minded fellow.

"Could you not?" The dragon frowned deeply as the human hung ornaments and tassels from his horns. It wasn't even holiday season—it was the smack middle of summer. He's almost impressed that they had things like that on hand. It would've been almost impossible to just buy at this time of year, though he supposed they could've just dug it all up from storage. "Oh, you can speak?" Egg looked up at the dragon curiously as they paused their decorating.

"No." He bluntly responded, and while Egg looked befuddled, they didn't question it. Then, they continued decorating. "Hey. I said stop it." The dragon frowned deeply, but the yellow-haired fellow ignored him this time. "I'll bite you." Right as he moved to fulfill his promise, Egg stuck their tongue out at him, tugging his head back down to wrap more around his horns. "You told me you couldn't speak. So why would I listen to you? Clearly I'm just going crazy." They huffed back at him, and he wisely shut up for the rest of the horn-decorating.

When Egg was done, they let out a happy sound and stood up. "Come on! Let's go!" They urged him onto his feet, and he did with all the effort and grumbling of a grumpy old man with a bad back. "Go where?" He dared to ask, following after the human as they lead him through their house. It was a nice spacious place out near the farmlands, supposedly passed down to them by a deceased family member.

Egg didn't answer him as he was brought through the back door, past the yard, over the fence, and deep into the moor. With each step, he had a little less faith in the human's sense of direction. At one point, he was even sure they were in the bog, or beyond the town's half-assed borders, but their journey together ended at a big rock. Just... a big fuckin' rock in the middle of the moor. "Ta-da!" Egg smiled victoriously, as if they really did something. It was an impressive rock, honestly, but it was still just a rock. It wasn't even a sculpture or something. A completely earth-made, natural rock.

"I need you to stand on it and spread your wings out." They pointed up to the top of it, and the dragon stared at them blankly. "I refuse." He said that, but the innocent, expecting expression they had made him start climbing up the rock anyways. He teetered at the top of it and spread out his wings, looking down at the human curiously.

"So, what am I doing up here like this?" He asked. Egg looked up at him without answering and he sighed. "I can talk." "Woah! The dragon can talk! A talking dragon!" Egg laughed up at him, and he frowned deeply. Then, a giant shadow passed over the both of them. The human seemed unfazed, but he began to sweat.

"Don't tell me-" "I wanted to see the big bird-dragon that's been flying around for a few years now. I heard it liked shiny things!" Egg sounded very amused, though the dragon didn't appreciate being used as bait. A loud screech sounded from far above and he folded his wings in an instant, looking up at the foreboding shape in the sky. "I'm getting you back for this." He sighed as the figure dove down and grabbed him. He mentally cursed the human out as he got carried off into the moor.

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Dragon PC + Whitney + comedy

I love bullying Whitney <3 they deserve every drop of my ire (i love Whitney)

Thanks for participating in my ask event! IDK if anyone picked up on it before, but I don't say the Dragon PC's name at all in writing. I only tend to refer to him as "the dragon" or just by "he." :) This is the second to last request! Almost done...

The event's ended by now, but I'll finish the current requests I've gotten!

Synopsis; bully gets bullied

Prompt: Dragon PC & Whitney (Comedy) / CW: forced cuddling, unsexy sitting on, Whitney gets called "it" once, cigarette consumption - Dragon PC = male, Whitney = GN (dice rolls) + bonus F! Bailey, GN! Sydney, F! Kylar, and GN! River (only mentioned)

Schooling the Uncouth

He tended to just ignore annoyances. Especially the ones that chased him around, trying to get something from him or out of him. He already had to deal with Bailey's weekly siege on his horde of gold, though she called it "paying rent." He wouldn't stand for total strangers that wanted his possessions or body parts, even if all they wanted was his tears bottled. But, he tended to at least tolerate the ones that only wanted something superficial. Like Whitney, who just wanted a pet dragon. It was odd, but their attempts at subduing a giant lizard were very funny, even to the lizard in question. He even began giving the fellow some of his claw trimmings or fallen fur tufts, and chuckling when Whitney shoved it in their bag before the dragon could think of taking it back. He wished Bailey was like that. If she were, then she wouldn't need a suit of armor just to steal away with a couple of shed scales.

He tended to go to the local school, though he wasn't properly enrolled—he was a dragon, so it's not like he had the legal documents for the human's public education system. He'd show up a little after classes had started in the morning, since that's when the least teachers were available to try and shoo him off the grounds, and peak his head around the building. Sometimes he'd press his face against the windows of the classrooms, namely from the outside, and watch as the students inside laughed at him and the teacher got upset at the class for being so easily distracted. Other times, he'd treat himself to their facilities—swimming in the pool, eating the leftover scraps from the lunchroom, napping in the rear courtyard, perching on the roof like a gargoyle, etc. Today, however, he decided to be a menace. He had to admit, he could be destructive when he got to be in a playful mood. So far, he'd terrorized that religious kid in the library by eating a book in front of them, and he even stole some pages out of a scraggly girl's sketchpad, though he regretted it when he saw that they were exclusively full of drawings of him. He decided she was a good artist, though, so he wouldn't get revenge. This time.

He poked his head inside a classroom door, unfazed when the teacher inside stopped mid-sentence and the students inside gasped. The class was already in session, and it looked like math from the equations on the board, but he didn't find anything special enough about the class to hang around. Just as he began to dip his head back out, he heard a familiar chuckle and stopped. It was Whitney, sitting at the back of the class and watching the dragon as it scrutinized the classroom. The teacher walked over to the dragon, their face pale as they tried to usher him out of the room without being within biting range, and he heard Whitney's laughter again. "C'mon, leave my pet alone, yeah? He goes where I go." They spoke up, their goons giggling to themselves as they held their phones up, just like they always did when he was around. They sure loved taking pictures and videos of him, though he couldn't blame them. He also quite liked dragons, especially the one in the mirror.

He huffed at the teacher and they froze up, even backing away when he squeezed past the door and entered the room. He walked over to the row of desks that Whitney and their gang was at, not bothering to close the door behind him. Their friends laughed and squealed when he got close, some even reaching out to pet him. "Hey, only I get to pet him, got it?" Whitney glowered at their group, and he glowered right back at the bully. He really didn't mind being pet. The kids at the orphanage did it literally all the time, excluding when he was busy fighting Bailey or any strangers that broke in. Not that anyone broke in often—at least not after the dragon's adult teeth grew in and more than a few went missing after a midnight run-in with him. Really, it's a miracle Bailey keeps coming back for more after all those hospital visits. The armor repairs have to be getting expensive by now.

The dragon lowered his head to Whitney, tempting them into petting the long fur around his neck like a lion's mane. They eventually did, running their fingers through it, only for him to headbutt them when he lowered his head enough for it. He also openly snickered at them from where they were sprawled out on the floor, cursing at him as they tried to sit up. Keyword try. He bit at their pant leg, dragging them across the floor and forcing them to choose between being pantsed by a dragon or getting dragged around by said dragon. Whitney chose to lose some dignity rather than a portion of their pride, and now he has a hostage to lug around the school by the hem of their slowly tearing pants.

He dragged Whitney out of the classroom, where the teacher had all but fainted and their friends hesitantly waved goodbye, and down the hallway. He only paused when his ass bumped into the doors that led outside, but brute forced them open with his tail and continued lugging his unwilling travel partner into the open grass of the school's backyard. Whitney bitched and complained, as per usual, and did so louder when their head bounced off of the steps that led down to the greenery. They also ungratefully whined as he raked them through the cool dirt and dewy grass. Once he was satisfied with their adventure together, he let Whitney go and looked down at them. They were all sorts of ruffled, obviously, and looked just as miffed. He snickered at them.

It was a nice day out. Partially sunny, comfortably warm, gentle breeze—perfect napping weather. So, he laid down in the grass and got cozy. He didn't mind that his pillow squirmed and spit obscenities, but he did mind that it lit up a cigarette to smoke while he was trying to sleep. He reached over and snatched the fucking thing out of Whitney's out mouth, chewing at it for a second before swallowing it. He met their dumfounded expression evenly, testing them, before laying back down. He also ate the next cigarette they tried to sneakily smoke before they gave up. Smoking kills, but he'd be fine. He's eaten worse.

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