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Final Fantasy IV: Chocoho	By : salarta Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy II - V Views: 1732 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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- 1-Chocoho
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Few things on the Blue Planet could compare with riding a chocobo. Gliding over dunes, wind rushing across his face, Cecil held the reins of his avian steed as it carried him across Kaipo Desert toward the Underground Waterway. A flapping of wings quickened the pace of that chocobo's mighty claws as they pumped past scores of Sand Worms and Sahagin. This majestic ride brought class befitting a (future) king, smooth and pleasant for every mile.
Only for its rider. Not for the woman below.
"Ah. Nfh. Ah!"
With each thrust she cried, nuzzling her pretty face in the chocobo's neck. Sand whipped her bare ass in the rapid rise and fall of this creature's body. Licking harshly, chapping her cheeks raw as she held tighter. The harnesses had loosened, just enough that the once secure shaft of the steed's dick knew the joy of her quim sliding along its length.
It served Cecil well. With greater lust came great speed, driving his trek onward to a quicker pace than he dreamed. Its cost? Merely a moaning blonde, writhing on what she sheathed between her legs.
"P-Please... please be done soon..." she begged, for the sanctity of her loins. Her pleasure kept mounting. It shook free from her pussy to her belly, weakening her legs and arms, swimming in her head. Breast to breast, nothing but feathers and sky in sight. Gripping her harness, she clenched her teeth and steeled herself for the most mind-blowing-
"We're here."
They stopped. Right at the apex of her orgasm, the chocobo skidded to a halt and felt nothing but the thump of a sandbag of a person underneath against its rigid cock.
Cecil dismounted. Gave his steed a good pat on the head. Then, he set about unleashing the lower beast. Buckle by buckle, he unfastened each brown leather belt. The woman drooped. Sweaty. Filthy. Panting for breath. The true toll of her place became clear when she flopped from the massive cock that once filled her and hit the ground.
"Good work, Rosa."
"Th-thank you... Cecil..."
Rosa Farrell. In a former life, she spent years perfecting her skills with the bow and white magic. She had an urge and a plan to support Cecil and fight by his side wherever battle took him. Her upbringing as a noble brought poise, grace, and a loving affection rare among the women of Baron. Yet her family, her beauty, her training, they abandoned her the day she awoke with a brand new class she could neither explain nor ignore: Chocoho.
It defied sense. Baron had White Mages. Black Mages. Dark Knights. Dragoons. Other lands had their own classes, but none of them had migrated to Baron, and none could explain the bizarre new title she found attached to her name one morning. Yet it drove her. That very morning, she found herself throwing out her dresses, her staves, her bows and arrows, and journeying to the market for the equipment needed for her class.
Gysahl Greens for food. Bacchus Wine for lube. A Gysahl Whistle, Potions, the harness, but most importantly, her collar. Bright orange around her neck, it had a feather tag with her name on it. She went otherwise bare. As a Chocoho, she had no clothes. No tiaras, no capes, not even a bra or panties to hide her shame. Her duties demanded a state of undress to match her avian master.
Which left her here, naked with a sore ass, pussy sopping wet despite the arid land beneath her. Cum dribbled on her chest and face from her partner's tip, demanding attention as it spread. Her horny nipples took the glaze rolling down in waves. Her lips, full and puffing, caught a little of the white seed as they smacked for air. Dreamily, she rubbed it into her boobs and gazed over to her once and nevermore beloved unpacking for the next stage of his trip.
"Cecil... I want to cum..."
"Sorry, Rosa. You know how our classes work. You tend to the chocobo's needs while I go about with my tasks."
That's not what she meant. After hours of rough riding, her thoughts had dwindled from high society parties and expert use of spells to those of a bird brain. Broken in, her thighs shuddered as she vainly raised her hips toward what her body most desired. She loathed it. Loathed how she felt, the new emotions churning inside her for release, but she was tired. Too tired to resist the whims of her new job. Fortunately for the fallen lady, Cecil had entered the cave before he could hear her pleas.
"Fuck me," Rosa begged. "Fuck me for the Chocoho I am."
"WARK!"
She understood. On a deep, primal level, its crude language clicked. She was an animal too. And as an animal, she assumed her rightful position. Turning over, she weakly got on hands and knees. Her hairy armpits glistened in the sun like the rest of her. Class changed many traits. Her weapons. Her urges. Her scent. As she raised her pussy higher, the musk under her arms and from her wild bush reached her mate.
It didn't wait.
"Yes!" Rosa cried as it pierced her anew. Its fullness split her asunder with a heat that felt so right. So complete. It fit too neatly not to belong, stretching her by inches.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!"
"KWEH!" it answered, unbothered by the excited shaking of its mount. While Rosa's fingers gathered sand, it simply pounded her from behind with dumb brute force.
"Give it to me. I deserve it!" Her body rocked. Jizz dribbled off her teats, swirling to the forceful jiggle of her boobs. Her back arched to accept all 105 pounds of bucking power concentrated on her most tender and ravaged slit. Its raw force aimed directly at her weakest of weak points had its desired effect when she lifted to its pounding with a ravenous shaking that only the most aroused and depraved of her kind would show. In breeding circles, they referred to this pattern as the mating ruffle - a sign that the mare would conceive with the stud that mounted her.
Would she be so lucky? Could her womb bear the offspring of her eager mate and prove her the truest of Chocohos?
Questions with answers for another day. Today, she was simply the lucky woman on the receiving end of her great calling in life.
She could feel it again. The rush of ecstasy rising in her nethers. Only this time, she had no Cecil to put an end to her fun. No stablehands or other sorts rushing her off to keep her from spoiling seed that could find its place in more worthy females. She would achieve the pinnacle of her profession in 3... 2... 1...
"OOOOOHHHHH!" Rosa wailed in the loudest, hottest, wettest orgasm of her entire life. It echoed across the sands, joined shortly after by the triumphant wark of her better. The people of Kaipo could hear it. Of that she was certain. Of that, she proudly huffed and dripped and sweated with the fruits of her great labor. Her head tossed back. Her chest rose up and outward, jiggling her ample tits and baring her thickly pointed nipples in a grand display expected when a Chocoho consummated her sexual union with a chocobo willing to fill her.
She thought of her mother. The staid and simple image of nobility, in her fine purple silk dress, her blonde hair bound in a bun. If only she could see how far her daughter had come - and how much. One day, if fortune favored, she might get to demonstrate this miracle of lust again right in front of her mother's house for all of Baron to see.
But those dreams would have to wait. For now, she lay on the ground, spent with precious jism leaking from tired and gaping cunt. Rolling onto her back, she gasped as her partner settled aside for the sun to shine its hot rays upon this disgraced example of a noble turned avian whore. It was in this state that she slowly settled into a deep and deserved slumber. At least until Cecil returned to collect his steed and the Chocoho that rode beneath.
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