“Devin. Devin, wake up.”

Devin cracked open an eye to catch Suvi standing at the base of the bed, shaking his foot. “What's wrong?”

“Jeni needs your assistance,” She related in a low voice so as not to wake the others. “I’d help her, but I have to go to work, and I don’t know what to do for a harpy when they are… you know. See ya later tonight.”

Without further explanation, she left.

Devin yawned. He didn’t know. What help would Jeni need so early in the morning? Suvi’s tone wasn’t urgent, but he probably shouldn’t dawdle since whatever she needed was important enough to wake him.

He propped himself up on his elbow and reached over Reina for the glass of water on the nightstand. She was lying on the straw tick with her human half partially on the bed next to him. She didn’t move, but he saw her ear twitch.

“I’m gonna go see what Jeni needs,” he whispered.

She nodded and pulled the pillow over her head to sleep more.

Carefully sliding off the end of the bed, he noticed Azalea was haphazardly sprawled out, naked, mouth agape, on Reina’s belly. She was slowly rising and falling with each Whitehorn breath. He couldn’t help but smile at their cuteness as he threw on his clothes.

Having stirred the sleepy embers in the hearth to a more active state, he exited their room. As he was placing his foot on the bottom step, he heard a crash, followed by a feathery thump.

He raced up the circular staircase, but he realized he’d never actually been in Jeni’s room before and didn’t know where it was. The upstairs had many doors. He opened several, only finding storage or closets until he heard a low groan from the farthest one.

He rushed over and knocked, “Jeni, are you ok?”

“Young Patron… has come… at an opportune time,” she gasped.

“May I enter?”

“Please.”

Devin opened the door. Jeni was on the floor with a fallen chair next to her. Snapping over, he lifted her back into the middle of pillows, blankets, and feathers arranged in a circle on her bed.

“What happened?”

“This one suddenly had an overwhelming desire to build a nest while waiting for helpful Suvi to alert Young Patron to this one’s need for assistance with her first egg-laying but was unprepared for the intensity of a sudden spasm causing a loss of balance.”

“Oh, is that al…wait, first time? This is your first time laying an egg?!? How is that possible? You’re twenty four! You should have laid your first years ago!”

“Little Azalea was surprised too.” Jeni caressed her belly. “This one has been using a crest to prevent the shell from forming, allowing for easier expulsion.”

Devin put pieces together in his head. “So you're not stretched enough to pass a shelled egg, huh? Why wait till now?”

Jeni gasped and clutched her belly as her uterus spasmed. “Young Patron never stays for long, and this one deduced it was now or never if she wanted to experience her first time with him.”

Devin sighed and rubbed her wing. “You silly harpy.”

“Is Young Patron upset?”

“No, but you shouldn’t have needed to wait.” He patted her head. “Try to get comfortable. I need to go get a few things.”

Jeni repositioned herself with her legs off the edge of the bed. A few minutes later, Devin returned with a kettle of hot water, a wicker basket, and another chair. 

“How do you feel?”

“Despite the agitated state of this one’s womb, this one finds herself growing confusingly amorous.”

“May I feel around a little?”

She moved to lay spread-eagle, implicitly trusting whatever he needed to do.

Devin gently felt around her belly. Her feathers did too good a job of hiding her condition, but her stomach was quite swollen. “Feels like you have two eggs.” 

He poured the hot water on a towel and wrung it out. Laying a dry one down first, he draped the steaming one over it. “Not too hot?”

“Let's give the heat a moment to soak in.” Devin positioned the chair facing the bed and placed the basket on the floor between them.

Jeni sighed as the warmth melted through, soothing her stressed muscles. “This one is surprised Young Patron knows so much about egg-laying.”

“I assisted Mavis when she went through her first time.”

“Young Patron did this with older sister Mavis?”

“Would you like to hear about it?”

She nodded.

Devin re-wetted the towel. “It's not a secret, but try not to bring it up if you see her. I think she’s embarrassed about it.”

“Older sister Mavis shouldn’t be. It's a natural thing for harpies.”

“I know, but you know how she likes to portray herself in the eyes of others. This happened when I was still living at her parents’ house and is the only time I can recall seeing her look concerned. 

“It was late one evening when she barged into my room, grasping her belly. I asked her what was wrong, but she didn’t say anything. She grabbed my arm and dragged me to her room. Well, more like stumbled; she wasn’t able to walk the whole way without hugging the wall.

“Using my shoulder for support, when we got to her room, she pushed me down to the floor, fell onto the bed, and curled up into a fetal position. At the time, I had no idea what was going on with her. It was obvious this was more than one of her usual pranks. I sat there awkwardly as she desperately tried to rub herself with her wings.”

“This one is unable to do that.”

“She wasn’t able to either. I was about to ask again what was going on, but she shot me a look, so I thought better of it and stayed quiet. She eventually grew frustrated and relented expecting me to guess. Rolling over onto her wings and knees, she shoved her butt in my face. I lifted her tail feathers for a better look, and I finally realized what was going on. Her belly was swollen bigger than yours.”

“Did her laying go smoothly?”

“Smoothly enough. She didn't like talking while she was laying, so I had to kinda guess what she needed. As her contractions increased, so did her arousal. She had four eggs that first time. She wanted me to massage her cloaca as she bore down. I think her climaxes helped push them out.

“She probably could have managed on her own and never explicitly said it, but I believe she just wanted someone nearby for surety and clean-up. I helped her during her proceeding egg-layings up until the time I left to become a merchant’s apprentice.”

Removing the damp towels, “Will you be able to sit up? It’ll help the egg come out if you're squatting.”

“This one should be able to.”

With his support, Jeni gripped the chair with one talon while keeping her other on the bed as she squatted over the basket.

“Can… can this one ask Young Patron for a favor? Will Young Patron massage this one like he did for older sister Mavis?” 

Jeni spread the drenched feathers clinging stickily to her scarlet birdhood.

“I will. My goodness, you're drippy. Let me lay some more towels down.”

“This one’s heightened physical condition, coupled with the proximity to Young Patreon and the expectation of having this one’s egg hole touched, has caused this one to drool exceedingly in anticipation.”

“I suppose that’ll help lessen any discomfort.” Devin knelt in front of her. “Are you ready?”

Jeni bit her lip in expectation. Placing his fingers along the rim, he tenderly rubbed the swollen hole.

“This one has longed so much for this moment. Young Patreon’s touch is so gentle and seems to know just where to touch.”

Masturbating a harpy was hard. There was no specific pleasure area to focus on, so he instead concentrated on loosening her up. As her breathing grew more ragged, a sudden gush of liquid trickled down his hand as he dug his fingers into the muscular orifice.

Cloth tore and wood creaked as Jeni’s claws viciously gripped the bed and chair. She bucked into Devin’s hand, trying to help him cool the desire burning between her legs.

She fell on Devin’s shoulders as a sudden muscle contraction began in earnest. Gritting her teeth, she pushed. It was only a short distance through her vagina to the outside, but her cervix was refusing to yield. She clenched her teeth and grunted, struggling to propel the large object through to the last stretch.

She was making no headway. Giving up to catch her breath, “This one is having trouble making it come out.”

Devin felt her stomach. “Try again after you climax.” Devin’s fingers had loosened her up and were now digging their way further in. The small cavity past her sphincter guarded the two holes leading deeper into her body. Angling his pointer finger, he brushed up against the top hole and gently pushed.

“Young Patron… a little further up… right… there!” Jeni felt his digit press up against the special place Azalea had made her aware of during their intimate session days before. She humped her hips, encouraging him to focus on that spot. 

Obliging, he added a second finger, scraping the pads of his fingers across where she wanted.

“This one is about to… to…” A gush of syrupy cum exploded around Devin’s fist. With nowhere to go, it squished past his wrist and streamed down his arm.

“It's moving!” Jeni felt the weight in her stomach drop as her fluttery orgasm relaxed her cervix, allowing the egg passage.

He tapped the shell with his finger. “Just a little more Jeni. I can feel it.”

Devin pulled his hand out, making room as Jeni pushed again. “One more time and it’ll be out.”

Devin went to work again, bringing her back to the height of the pleasure she had just descended from. Applying slight pressure to her stomach, he massaged downward, stretching her virginal canal more than it ever needed to be before adding to her ecstasy. There was a sizable puddle in and around the basket as the egg neared the exit.

Burying her face in her wing, Jeni came. Proceeded by another gush of cum, bigger than the previous. Her cloaca sucked inward and then expanded, propelling the egg outward and leaving her love canal gaping lewdly as it dropped into Devin’s cupped hands.

“You did it, Jeni! Congratulations on your first egg-laying!”

Jeni responded by slumping forward, so he caught her then awkwardly maneuvered her to the bed and laid her on her side, her cloaca still leaking.

When she reached out for her egg, Devin handed it to her. She looked at it with a tired smile, tracing a feather over the result of her efforts. “To this one, it felt bigger than it looks.”

“I can imagine. Such a big thing to pass through such a small hole. I know you're probably exhausted, but the second one should go much easier.”

Devin took the egg back, placed it in the basket, and wiped his arm clean. He poured her a glass of water from her nightstand, cradling her as she drank.

The second egg did come easier. Jeni only needed a single orgasm to push it out. Her task done, Devin cleaned her up as best he could. 

He threw all the towels into a pile and was about to sit down when, in a bold move, Jeni caught him off balance, and pulled him onto the bed. After crawling into his lap, “May this one be allowed to cuddle for a little while?”

“Of course.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her close. “You should feel proud for reaching such a major milestone in a harpy’s life. I'm happy it went smoothly. Are you feeling alright?”

“It was more laborious than this one anticipated.”

Devin stroked her feathery tufts. 

“This one was not aware Young Patron also knew about the preening of her kind.”

“Mavis is quite fastidious about her looks so it's something I sort of picked up.”

She softly warbled in her throat at the gentle touching.

“I don't think I've ever heard you so happy.”

“This one’s levels of contentment and satisfaction are nearly full. Not only has Young Patreon been here for this one’s first egg laying but has contributed to the pleasure associated with close intimacy and is even now engaged in close, post-coital affection.”

Jeni laid her head against Devin's chest. “This one would like to discuss a very important matter.”

“Oh?”

“This one has been engaging with Azalea in activities meant to encourage and, hopefully, impress Young Patron into letting this one go with him. Since lodging here, this one has become more and more accustomed to the presence of Young Patron, little Azalea, and kind Reina, and the thought of being separated from them is something this one is not sure she can bear.

“This one would now like to address the worries Young Patron has related to informative Azalea. Firstly, the concerns of Young Patron for this one’s physical well-being have motivated her to train her body during the course of Young Patron’s stay. While it has only been a short time since Young Patron’s arrival, this one is able to now fly round-trip between here and the main guild. While this might not be entirely adequate for such a lengthy endeavor, right now, this one hopes it will show Young Patron her dedication and seriousness about going.

“Secondly, the allure of traveling to the original homeland of golemancy balances out any potential danger in this one’s estimation. It is every golemancers student’s dream to visit that place, for it is rumored that his original creations still exist.

“Thirdly, in regards to this one's business and home, a considerable sum has been saved up so a prolonged journey would not pose any financial burden. And after spending time with friend Suvi, this one has speculated on the possibility of her and recuperating Ky to stay here and act as caretakers during this one’s absence since Whitegold does not currently possess enough room for lodging. It would be a beneficial place for them to stay. This one might even be able to teach one or both of them some basic alchemy to sell on the side.

“Lastly, and as an aside, traveling would provide further development for this one’s social growth as well as a new opportunity to engage in familial bonding.”

Devin silently listened to all of Jeni's points. Before, he would have attributed her understanding of familial bonding as the clumsy, flirtatious teasing or lusty overtures he thought stemmed from simply a curiosity and exploration about her own sexuality with the closest person she knew – him – and that any attraction was simply overt fondness from knowing each other for so long, rather than from any desire for a strong love commitment.

Now, though, he was sure that wasn't the case. With the help of Azalea and their nearly one-and-a-half weeks of flight training and preparation, she was attempting to make a full commitment and counter with many strong arguments to all the concerns Devin convinced himself were logical.

Thinking back on their history together and the feelings he had repressed for years, he was finally going to reciprocate. Azalea wouldn't let him hear the end of it, not after all the effort they had put into persuading him.

“I see you’ve really thought this through. How about this – a short test trip to see if you really are sure you want to go?”

“To where?”

“Before we arrived in the city, Mavis suggested we visit a sauna neary Merport.”

“This one would be exceedingly ecstatic to go.”

“Alright then. We should probably head downstairs. Azalea and Reina are probably awake and wondering where we are.”

“Would Young Patreon like this one’s egg for breakfast?”

“Uh, wouldn’t that be a little strange?” Devin challenged with a frown.

“It’s unfertilized, and this one finds it no odder than the drinking of milk, a substance meant specifically for young and not fully-grown adults.” 

“Fair point. I'll try it.”

“This one feels strangely elated in being able to provide sustenance from one’s own body for the one she loves. Before Young Patreon heads downstairs, can this one make two more small, selfish requests?”

“I don’t consider your requests selfish.”

“Then, then…can this one call Young Patreon..,” she hemmed, twiddling two of her feathers, “this one’s nestmate?”

“You’ve always been free to call me whatever you wish. It certainly hasn’t stopped Azalea or Reina.”

Jeni hooted cutely, bouncing up and down in his lap. For the first time, Devin noticed what could be called the faintest hint of a smile on Jeni’s normally unchanging expression.

“And the other?”

“Young Pa… Nestmate has always performed the smooshing of the lips to this one’s forehead and cheek and would like to experience it with her lips the way you do with devoted Reina and adorable Azalea.”

“A kiss on the lips? Alright.”

With the previous barriers he had maintained in their relationship now fully removed, he felt free to provide her with the happiness she’d been craving.

Thinking it proper etiquette to do so, Jeni hopped off his lap and pulled him up. Standing on tip-talons she puckered her lips. Cupping her cheeks in both hands, he gave her the warmest and most loving kiss she had ever experienced.

He caught her as her body went limp, overwhelmed by every one of her dreams coming true in such a short amount of time. Deciding it was easier to just carry her than wait for her to recover, he picked her up in a bridal carry and took her downstairs.

“There you are, Life-mate! Oh, is Jeni ok?” Azalea voiced in a way of greeting.

“She’s fine; more than fine, actually.”

“Oh? I'm pleased to hear that.” Then the fairy noticed the owl girl’s open eyes. “Good morning, Jeni!”

“Goodest of mornings to sweet Azalea!”

“Whatcha holding?”

Jeni held out the egg basket. “Nestmate was helping this one lay her eggs.”

“That's nice of you, Life-mat… wait! Wait, wait, wait!!! Nestmate?!?”

Azlea darted over to Jeni and looked between the two smiling faces. Letting the full realization set in, she took her friend by the wings. “You did it, Jeni! You successfully seduced Life-mate!”

“She didn’t. She just gave some very valid arguments.”

“Uh huh…right. Well, whatever you did, you’re family now!”

Reina approached, took the delirious-with-happiness harpy in her arms, and embraced her. “Welcome to the herd. Does this mean you’ll be traveling south with us?”

Devin placed Jeni on her feet, took the egg basket and led everyone to the kitchen. “She’ll come on a test trip north to see if she really is sure about it.”

“Are you going to cook those, Life-mate?”

“Jeni suggested it.”

“I don’t normally eat them, but I could make an exception. I wish I could have watched your first time,” Azalea mused.

“This one will be laying eggs regularly now, so there will be plenty of opportunity if Azalea wishes to observe.”

“I can’t wait! In the meantime, tell me all the juicy, gooey details over breakfast!”

-------

Time for their departure was fast approaching. With no more pressing responsibilities in town and their little surprises revealed, when the owl girl didn’t have customers, Jeni and Azalea were free to focus solely on her training. Azalea continued to encourage her and help with little things around the shop. 

“Do you hear that?” asked Azalea.

Suvi could be heard arguing with someone outside.

“I know you liked it, but it was their tool, and you couldn’t take it with you,” Suvi’s voice pled.

Suvi entered the shop with an exasperated expression. “Hey, everyone! Look who didn’t want to hibernate through the winter!”

Devin looked over his shoulder. He was leaning against a wall and watching Reina assist Jeni by measuring out several different colored powders.

“It's you! We finally get to meet you!” exclaimed Azalea.

Ky, the previously injured bat girl, was fully recuperated. Wrapped up in a blanket and her wings wrapped around her under that, she reminded Azalea of Jyora. Ky made a little bow and rapidly articulated something to Suvi.

“What’s she upset about?” queried Reina.

“Is she talking?” asked Devin. “I can barely hear something that sounds like chirps or squeaks.”

Suvi commented, “Humans have a hard time hearing her vocal range because it's so high. She’s upset because she picked up a bad habit and is being bratty about it. Well, it’s not really bad, more like strange.”

Ky showed a pouty face.

“While she was recuperating, she had trouble getting up to pee, so they used a hollow tube to empty her bladder. Apparently, it felt really good, and she wanted to take it with her. She should be more worried about how we are going to pay for her care!”

Jeni cocked her head, turned around, and dug through a drawer. “Is fussy Ky referring to this?” She held up a small metal tube.

Ky’s eyes lit up.

“Yep, that's it,” Suvi responded for her friend.

Jeni held it out, and Ky ran across the room and took it.

“There, Ky, happy? Now can we figure out a way to make some money? We need to try and put a dent in your doctor bill. I haven't started working full time yet, and no Mister merchant, I already owe you a lot, and I'm not going to ask.”

Devin walked over to a pile of Jeni's discarded notes. Finding a blank space, he tore off a section and wrote something. “This'll depend on her, but it’s a fast way to make money.”

Ky tilted her head questioningly.

“Bat-folk produce a valuable commodity highly desired by farmers.”

Ky spread her wings, looking over her body, wondering what he was talking about.

“If she wants, she can sell her excrement to the business at this address,” Devin explained, handing Suvi a note.

Ky looked at him in shock.

“You're joking! People will pay for her… really?!?” Suvi asked incredulously.

“Yes, it's supposed to be a super fertilizer.”

Suvi started, “It's OK, Ky, if you don't want to. We can find another… wait, are you actually gonna do it?” Ky nodded to that.

Jeni produced a small pot and held it out. “Debt-paying Ky can use this.”

“And just like that, our problems are solved, I guess. Thank you again, Devin.”

“You're always welcome.”

“Go do your business, Ky, and then we can go find this fertilizer salesman.”

Ky disappeared into the bathroom and returned a while later holding the lidded pot under her wing, seemingly pleased with herself.”

“Hope you had a lot. Maybe, if you have money left over, we can buy you some better clothes,” Suvi offered.

“Afterwards, we need to stop by and see if you still have your other job. See you all later.” Suvi held open the door for her friend, and they both waved to their friends. 

As the bat girl stepped through, she paused and made a series of squeaks.

“What? Slow down and say that again,” said Suvi.

Ky pointed at Devin and vocalized something slower but still not completely understandable.

“I think she says she wants to properly thank you all later,” Suvi revealed.

“For?”

“Helping us… er, her.”

“She doesn't need to feel obligated, but if she wants to, we'll be here.”

“We'll see you tonight. Bye.”

“We should probably leave now, too, Reina?”

“Where are you going, Life-mate?”

“You'll know in about an hour,” Devin answered with a smile and a wave.

—--

Reina's hooves crunched in the snow in tandem with the chime of bells as she trotted down the street, pulling to a stop in front of Jeni’s shop. 

Devin slid down and stuck his head through the front door, calling to Azalea and Jeni.

“The wagon is finally here!” cheered Azalea. She flew around Reina and the sled and looked at everything from every angle. “A sleigh! I love sledding. Used to do it a lot using strips of bark in my village.” 

As a whole, the wagon-now-sleigh was overall the same, except it had been repainted and the wheels replaced with sleek, new metal runners.

“How's it feeling Reina? You look so much more comfortable!”

Wrapped around the whitehorn’s hips was a thick, collared harness padded with a broad, red-dyed wool. A connecting segment of leather went between her front forelegs, linking to a surcingle, a belt around her midsection. Tracers interspersed with silver and green tassels ran down her sides and were firmly bolted to the wagon’s frame.

“I am! Doesn’t chafe or rub anymore, and it feels stronger and more secure.” She circled the end of the street to show off how effortless her movement was now.

“When do we get to see the other new wagon, Life-mate?”

“It should be done by the time we return. Jeni, would you mind lending us the use of your shed?”

“This one's home is Nest-mate's home.”

“I'll rephrase then; could you open the shed so Reina can park the sleigh?”

“This one will.” The owlchemist found her key and returned.

Reina had relocated to the end of the road. The literal last building on the street was a shed built onto the back of the shop as an afterthought. It was made obvious by it being made of wood compared to the brick and stone that made up the main house.

She stuck the key into the rusty lock, twisted it apart, and swung the double doors open. Reina backed halfway in and then turned the sled ninety degrees to push it in the rest of the way perpendicular to the door. Unhooking herself, and with the help of Devin, she pushed the rest inside and straightened it out.

Jeni peeked over the edge of the sled bed at crates and barrels covered with water-resistant leather and strapped down. “This one would like to inquire what all this is.”

“Some of it’s food. The rest is some trade goods you wouldn't expect to see in winter at the coast. Might be able to sell it for slightly higher than the normal rate.”

Jeni shut the doors and relocked them.

“Where's Azalea?” Reina asked.

“She's accepting appreciative Ky's thanks.”

“What does that mean?”

Jeni pointed toward their bedroom window. From inside both Devin and Reina heard Azalea's breathy moans and what must have been squeaks from Ky. 

Returning to their room, Devin set his bags on the floor and pulled up a chair to untie his boots while he tried to make sense of the scene playing out before him. 

Ky was lying on the bed, naked from the waist down. Her wings were above her head and gripping the headboard. From her delirious look, she was obviously off in her own little bubble.

Azalea was straddling the batgirl’s mound, keeping her clitoral hood pushed back so she could slide the erect nub through her own swollen, sticky folds.

“I remember Suvi saying Ky had picked up an odd kink, but seeing it in person… does that actually feel good?” asked Reina.

“Very much so!” the fairy cooed. “Oh, you mean this?”

Azalea adjusted her grip on a thin, bumpy metal rod she was plunging into the batgirl’s urethra.

“I think her face says it all,” Azalea giggled. 

Ky was staring at the ceiling with a dreamy expression, panting and whimpering cutely. Upon hearing herself addressed, she fluttered her eyes to refocus and gave a little wave to Devin.

“Hi Ky. Are you having fun playing with Azalea?”

She smiled and patted Azalea’s head.

“She wanted to lick me as a thank you, but I was more curious about her new-found kink she mentioned the other day. So I asked if she’d share what she learned. Using this hole for pleasure… I’ve never considered that an option. I kinda wanted to try it! We are just warming up with some foreplay. I was seeing what it felt like to rub my pussy against a bigger person’s.

“Want me to go faster, Ky?”

The pleasure-drunk batgirl squeaked a yes and pushed her hips up for more contact. Azalea increased the speed and pressure, partially using the rod as leverage while they ground their pussies together for several minutes, their sticky lips sharing a kiss only two girls could appreciate. 

Ky made a series of squeaks miming the motion of two fingertips rubbing together.

“Oh, good idea! I like how you think! Let me just back up a bit here and…” Azalea sucked in her breath as her sesame seed-sized pleasure button made direct contact with Ky’s bean-sized clit. The two girls moaned and squirmed as their erect organs buzzed and tingled. 

As much as Azalea wanted to go all the way, she reigned herself in. “Ok, Ky, let’s slow down a little. I’m sufficiently warmed up.”

Azalea dismounted and got on her hands and knees. Scooting back, she grabbed the end of the metal sounding rod and placed the end against her virgin pee hole. Relaxing her muscles, she pushed against it. After a wince, she bit her lip and continued.

“Are you ok?”

“Yes, Life-mate. Just stings a little.”

“Maybe this isn’t a good idea. Maybe something smaller?”

“I think it’ll be fine. I just need to loosen up a little.” Taking her time, she shallowly thrust against the tip, feeding a little more into her urethra each time. She willed herself to not tense up and rubbed her clit to somewhat override the discomfort. With more and more gingerly inserted, she was nearly butt-to-pussy with Ky. 

“Whew! It's in. That's as deep as it goes. It's poking my bladder.” Taking a deep breath, she added. “Now for the real test.” She pulled forward until it was nearly all the way out. The metal tugged at the walls of her urethra, coating itself with the juices from her slick inner lips before sliding back down. 

“Well, that's different.”

“How's it feel?” Devin checked.

“Should have lubed it up more before sticking it in, but it's better now. I’m still a little scared, so I'm gonna take it slow.”

“Good idea,” affirmed Devin.

Ky held the sound with her fingers, patiently waiting to see if this was something her new friend was going to like.

Maintaining a measured pace, Azalea’s body visibly relaxed. Switching her fingers with her thumb, she pushed down, continuing with the slow circular swirls around her clit while she partially inserted a finger into her vagina and pushed up. 

“This… this is incredible, Life-mate! It’s as if I'm rubbing my clit from the inside! She closed her eyes to better focus on the new sensations. The fullness was very localized, and her insides trembled as the foreign object scraped what felt like the entire length of her clit from underneath.

Pleased that Azalea was enjoying herself, Ky started moving their make-shift double-dildo in unison with Azalea. 

Copying Azalea, she sandwiched the rod between the fingers of her free hand. One pushing against the extra sensitive portion along the top of her vaginal wall some girls seemed to have, and from the top, her palm.

“Thank you, Ky, for showing me this!” Azalea moaned. “This is amazingly intense! I’m… I’m close. Do you want to cum together?”

Ky squeaked an eager yes.

Azalea made a few more rapid thrusts back before pushing it as deep as it would go. With how small her body was, her smallest of holes was shallow and quickly filled. The length of the sound was not meant for two bodies, and full insertion into both of them meant Azalea was touching Ky.

Azalea came shortly after Ky did. Her not-normally-plugged hole made her squirt with extra force as her spray sought an exit around the rod. Forgetting about the implication of skin-to-skin contact, her crest pulsed to life making her clutch her stomach. Her belly swelled quickly as her physical vitality morphed into light.

Ky’s satisfaction from her own climax was just setting in when, in Azalea’s wake, the relaxing tiredness after release suddenly evaporated into an explosion of energy. Surprised and confused at the illumination of her friend and the dimming of light as it passed into her, she gestured to Devin in a panic.

“It's ok, Ky. It's just one of Azalea’s crests. I know it feels strange, but nothing bad is happening.”

Azalea was on her third orgasm. She clawed the bed as her climax soared. Her body trembled, and her womb spasmed as her affinity transferred, causing her grip to gradually weaken as strength left her body. She fell forward, the rod slipping out of both of them, landing in the puddle between them.

Ky quickly sat up and scooped up the fairy, inspecting her from head to wing. 

“I’m alright, Ky. This happens when I touch someone when I orgasm.” 

The batgirl didn’t look convinced. 

“I’m alright, Ky, truly. Just let me rest, and I'll be right as rain. Why don’t you thank Reina next?”

“Me? I didn’t do as much as the others. You don’t need to go out of your way.”

Usually, Ky tired herself out after one or two orgasms, but with the sudden replenishment of energy, she turned her attention to the quiet whitehorn and made a V with her fingers. Sticking out her exceptionally long tongue, she licked between them.

“I bet it’d feel amazing, Reina,” encouraged Azalea.

Reina bit her lip imagining the pleasurable tingles. “I know what it’s like to not be allowed to thank someone properly, so….”

Reina removed the clothing covering her backside. Half turning her upper body to look behind her so as not to bump into anything, she rotated her rear toward Ky. Spreading her legs slightly, she waited, a blush of unmistakable embarrassment across her face.

Ky wasn’t as familiar with licking girls. Aside from herself, Suvi, and just recently, Jeni, she had no experience with pleasuring women.

She was much more familiar with penises than the variety of female genitalia demi-humans exhibited. Reina’s was discreet, even more so than deer girls. A little darkened crease below her anus was the only evidence something was there.

Ky placed her fingers on either side of the tight-lipped pussy. A thin trail of mucus connecting the two outer lips held but then broke as she spread the large woman. 

She stood on her toes and gave a long, slow lick, sliding her tongue back and forth through the fleshy softness.

‘This isn’t gonna work,’ she thought. The Whitehorn was too tall, and standing on her toes hurt too much. Turning to Devin, she motioned him over and held her arms up.

“You want to be picked up?” 

She nodded.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her up, but she motioned higher. He stretched himself and held her up as high as he could until she was close enough to grab onto the rafters and pull herself up. Folding her body in half, she grabbed the beam with her feet and stretched out.

She chirped.

“Uh, you're welcome?”

Now she was more in her element. She tied her hair back with the twine she kept for that purpose. Returning to where she left off, she dove into Reina, slurping and supping on the tender vulva. Her tongue extended experimentally as it wiggled inside the hot, sticky, and flavorful love tunnel. 

From what little she knew of her kind, the reason for her long tongue was somehow tied to certain plant demi-humans, their flowers, fruit, pollination, or something. The details were vague in her mind.

Whatever the reason, it allowed her to reach the deepest recesses of Reina’s hole. She squirmed from side to side, spiraling deeper until she flicked the entrance to her womb, causing Reina to gasp.

“Did you bump against her cervix?” queried Devin.

Ky tried to nod.

“She likes that,” revealed Devin. 

Reina side-eyed him for exposing one of her weak spots. Biting her lip, she braced herself.

Once, twice, each time made the Whitehorn mewl in pleasure, and her insides flutter. 

“Can you put me on Reina’s butt, Life-mate? I want to be closer to watch.”

Devin picked her up and splayed her on the end of Reina’s rump, allowing her a front-row seat. Devin, meanwhile went to stand in front of Reina and hold her hand as she tried to stifle her moans. 

“Feel good?”

“She’s very go…od at making her tha…thanks known. Even th…ough I didn’t do mu…ch.”

Devin couldn't help but smile and kiss her.

“Juicy, isn’t she,” commented Azalea.

The batgirl answered by slurping and lapping more noisily.

“Her clit’s kinda tucked away at the bottom, if you were looking for it.”

Ky slid her fingers down Reina’s labia. Hidden amongst the many folds a small bump protruded oddly. Withdrawing her tongue, she slathered over the quivering spot.

Reina couldn’t hold back anymore. She cried out as the batgirl attacked the spot, swirling and flicking her tongue over the sensitive nub. Unable to support her full weight anymore, Reina reached to grab onto Devin as her front half sank to the ground, but her hands missed. Rather, she placed her hands inside her shirt, needing to do something with her hands and started groping herself.

Azalea would have loved to join in if her body wasn’t still out of commission. Instead she took on the role of making suggestions. “If you knead her udder that might push her over the edge.”

Ky reached down under Reina’s belly. The delicate flesh yielded to her fingers as she teased and kneaded the erect teats. Replacing her tongue with her other hand, she continued the assault on her clit while her tongue went back to thumping her cervix.

Too much pleasure from too many erogenous zones pushed Reina to ecstasy. She came and came hard. Her syrupy nectar flooded her love canal, bathing Ky’s tongue. 

Ky was only able to stretch her tongue out for so long with her mouth fully open. With her mouth agape, Reina’s love juices squirted in. 

She had to reel her tongue in to swallow. What she couldn’t swallow splashed against her face and splattered on the floor.

The last of her strength exhausted, the pleasured Whitehorn sank to the floor. With a weary “You’re welcome, Ky.” She let Devin hold her while she recovered.

Ky licked her face clean feeling quite pleased with herself.

—---

“Are you sure you have everything?” Devin surveyed the owl girl.

“This one will only be gone for two days, so she is traveling light because she will be flying back.”

Suvi held up Jeni’s pack so she could store it under the seat. Jeni handed the ratgirl a spare key to the shop, Ky’s first actual home since living on the streets.

“We can’t thank you enough for giving us a place to live.”

“This one can rest easy knowing friend Suvi and bubbly Ky will be protected from the elements.”

Devin tightened the straps holding down the weather-resistant cover over the supplies in the back. “Everything sorted with Ky?” 

Suvi answered, “Yep, she still has her job in the morning, we meet for lunch, and then she works with me at Whitegold in the evening. We’ll clean the place while you’re gone.” 

“I never did ask. What is Ky’s other job?”

“She works in one of the gloryhole booths at a place called The Naughty Knothole.”

Ky momentarily halted her rushing around and hugging everyone to squeak a response at Suvi.

“She says if you return sometime between eight and eleven, she still hasn't thanked you yet. And she'd love to welcome you back.”

“We will! Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Life-mate will make sure she is properly fed.”

“Gonna be a little strange not seeing you all every day. Now get out of here before I start missing you.” Suvi turned around to hide the emotion creeping into her eyes.

Reina was harnessed and ready to go. Checking to make sure everything was fastened down, Devin climbed up in the driver’s seat. Jeni was already seated next to him, holding Azalea. Her face peeking out from under Jeni’s wings.

“Bye, Suvi! Bye, Ky! See you when we get back!”

“Take care. We’ll see you in two weeks.”

With a jolt and the tinkle of bells, everyone waved their farewells, and the sleigh glided away.