I'll Strip You Bare
How did things end up like this, anyway?
The thought drifted through my head as I slid a hand along the small of Professor Ferriot's back—her whole body buried deep between Miss Dyna's breasts—while I turned the situation over in my mind.
At the start, all I'd meant to do was play along with the hypnosis act, serve as a teaching aid for Miss Dyna's female-knight sex-ed lecture, then laugh it off awkwardly and go find the elf once class was over. But I'd surrendered myself to the current of the moment, and before I knew it I was eating out this glamorous parrot big sister.
And strangely enough, I don't feel the least bit sorry about it.
Probably mostly because she'd hit me with a wrestling move out of nowhere.
"H-hey, stooop…?!"
"See, if you'd just grabbed some rope and tied me up properly, none of this mess would've happened."
"Skreeeeaaak…?!"
Squelch-squelch—♡
Every time I pressed my mouth to her, Professor Ferriot's sex sprayed love juices with a wet little spit like a blowgun loosing poison darts, and the sight of it only made me want to do even worse things to her.
"Miss Dyna, could you move those tits out of the way a bit…? Hey—I said move them!"
"Me too! Strike me as well! Watching this sparrow take it on the rear right before my eyes, I can bear it no longer! With my lord's merciless hand, slap my breasts as one would a cheek—o-oooooh♡"
"Skreee, w-why meeeeee…♡"
Smack-smack, smack!
I took turns spanking the female knight's heavy breasts—jiggling right in front of my face like drums—and the parrot big sister's ass. The two of them rang out like different percussion instruments: one side pouring out vulgar, lust-soaked cries, the other a flustered, bewildered squealing, the two weaving a strange harmony that tickled my ears.
"You've had plenty of that ass-smacking. Shall I let you go now?"
"Nay, do not! This sly little sparrow is tight of body and long of grudge. I would recommend a proper lesson while the chance is yours."
"Hey! The guy said he doesn't want to, so why are you saying that, Dyna Hercules?! And you, human! Unless you want to get wrecked later, you'd better stop right—skreeeeaaak?!"
SMAAACK—!!
The second Professor Ferriot openly hinted at payback, I stamped a fresh maple-leaf handprint across her rear. Her swollen, bright-red royal ass quivered and shook, her voice breaking into a cry.
Something that until now had been walled off behind sheer shame was finally starting to come loose—thanks to that last scolding and the duet she was playing with Miss Dyna.
And whether she'd had the same thought or not, Miss Dyna flashed a sly, thoroughly un-knightly grin and whispered into Professor Ferriot's ear.
"Hoh… I almost dare not ask, but…"
"N-no… it's not like that!"
"What, pray, is 'not like that,' when you are like… this?"
"I said it's not! It's not like it feels good or anyth—sk-skreeeeaaaaak?!"
Spurt—♡
If Miss Dyna and the elf were the type to cum all at once, Professor Ferriot seemed to be the intermittent-spray kind. Every time her ass got hit, she gushed love juice with a full-body vibration, just like an elf's trembling pussy with the switch flipped on.
"Haaah—w-what is this—I'm getting my ass spanked, getting hit like some brat who did something wrong, so why does it feel so…♡"
"Is it not that it feels this good—is that not what thou wouldst say?"
"No it isn't?! This is all an act, an act! In wrestling the person doing the hitting matters, sure, but audience satisfaction depends on how satisfyingly the other person takes the hit—skreeeeaaak?!"
SMAAASH—!!
Professor Ferriot's two arms, stretched long out in front of her, and the feathers sprouting again beneath her armpits and along her forearms all fluttered in time with the blow.
"You know, when I heard 'bird beastkin,' I pictured a harpy out of myth at first. But aside from the feathers growing in, you're not that different from us, are you?"
"And that is precisely why one may enjoy thee without reservation, is it not?"
"True enough. There—there."
"Get your hands off me already?! Whose body do you think you're trying to enjoy—skreeeeee?!"
Her ass vibrated like a sprinkler again, dribbling love juice. By now I was used to it; I dodged the spray while I kept spanking her rear and stroked along her thighs at the same time.
"H-hey, stooop… stroking is really not okay, I'm sensitive there—oooooh♡"
"So hitting is fine, then?"
"Hitting isn't either—n-no! Just hit me instead! I said hit meeeeee…♡"
Beautifully trained thighs worthy of the name warriors of the sky—the Drib race!
Today was the first time I'd properly spoken with her, the first time I'd touched her, but her thighs were every bit as firm and muscular as Miss Dyna's, gleaming appetizingly with love juice. Instead of groping them, I stroked them slowly, as if my hand itself had turned into a feather.
"Just hit me alreadyyyy… don't stroke me—especially not the insides of my thighs—if you rub there gently—ah, aah?!"
"My lord, if thou art to do it, use this feather."
"That's my Miss Dyna."
"I said don't—?! Sk-skreeeeee…♡"
Twitch-twitch♡
Her tightly shut pussy flinched along with the small of Professor Ferriot's back, its lips slowly starting to part and gasp open.
Until now it had only opened when she was spurting love juice. This time, overwhelmed by the relentless tickling from our side, it was gradually baring its pink inner flesh on its own.
"…I feel like I've heard the word cloaca somewhere before. But look at that—you've got a pussy."
"Hm? What meanest thou by that? As though a female would not possess a pussy…?"
"Skreeeeee… it's showing, it's all showing… the place I wasn't supposed to show anyone except my future husband, from my pussy all the way to my asshole, it's all showing… even the way I came, everything…"
I mumbled something noncommittal at Miss Dyna, who was tilting her head in confusion, and rubbed the feather against the sulking Professor Ferriot's perineum.
"Skreeee?!"
"Mm. Looks like this spot's an erogenous zone too."
"Utterly lewd beyond measure. Wench! Hold still!"
"Skreeeeee?!"
The moment Miss Dyna's spanking landed, I spun the feather I'd plucked from Professor Ferriot in slow circles against her perineum, and her pink sex began to open even wider.
"If I said it smelled like a chicken coop down here, that would be pretty harsh, right?"
"Mm. Indeed, that is no manner of speech fit for a lady."
"You already said it, you crazy bastards—you're saying my pussy smells like a chicken coop—sk-skreeee?!"
I slipped a single pinky finger in gently. Just as her thighs had promised, her muscular pussy clamped down hard on the finger and bit into it.
"Get your hand out?! Where do you think you're putting that hand right now?!"
"Silence! Thou hast lost our contest. As befits a defeated one, quietly spread thy pussy and pay the price for thy insolence!"
"M-my ass—when you hit it I—I'm gonna cum agaaain…♡"
"It's working well. Hit her more."
Smack-smack—♡
Squeeze-squeeze—♡
Of course it couldn't compare to a custom-fit female-knight pussy that already remembered the shape and thickness of my cock the way Miss Dyna's did—but Professor Ferriot's sex bit down on my finger with a ferocity that showed she had the same talent, the same potential, for becoming a made-to-order cock-sheath.
"Mmm… maybe we should leave it at this for today?"
"What nonsense is this. This sparrow is defeated. For a female who knew not her place and dared challenge a male, naught remains but a wretched end as a cumdump, living out her days in submission to a male's greatness—nghiii♡"
"That's the ending you want, Miss Dyna. Even so, sticking my cock in the pussy of someone who's basically a first meeting and creampieing her after a few thrusts? That's going way too far."
"She didn't even say all that, you pervert!"
"Anyway—we're done for today!"
I kept rubbing the feather against her perineum, sent her over the edge a few more times for good measure, then left the gasping, convulsing Professor Ferriot behind. Side by side with Miss Dyna, I struck what people call the victor's pose and started walking slowly toward the ropes.
"It feels an overly generous judgment. Had it been I, I would have driven straight through to her womb in a single—uuuugh?!"
"Miss Dyna?!"
BOOM—!
Just as we were about to step out of the ring, a rapid thudding rose behind us. I turned—and there was Miss Dyna, already seized by the throat by Professor Ferriot. Ferriot had laid her own body out flat in midair in a straight line and drove Dyna face-first into the mat.
"An RKO…?!"
"I—I haven't even tapped yet, so who the hell decided I lost…!!"
She was a wreck.
The tank top that had been baring her belly now left one whole breast hanging free, and the other had half its nipple showing. From the waist down, her pussy—soaked through with love juice and gasping open—was completely on display.
"W-what the hell do you think you're doing—I won't forgive this!!"
"Heh. Who said you could turn your back?"
Embarrassing as she looked, her skill was the real thing.
Miss Dyna—famous for how tough she was—had been slammed face-first into the ring so hard she couldn't even manage a proper twitch.
At best, her fingers, her toes, and her pussy were all she could make flinch.
Of course, that kind of disgrace was very much in character for a member of the Female Knight Tribe… but that was beside the point.
"I don't care how furious you are—to do that to a female knight walking away in the victor's pose! What filthy treachery! I will never forgive this!"
"And the two of you doing all that stuff to me wasn't dirty?!"
The parrot professor's shocking atrocity—treating my consideration like absolute garbage!
Unable to contain my rage, I glared daggers right then and there at Professor Ferriot—no, at this insolent sparrow who didn't even deserve to be called professor—
But Ferriot forced her trembling legs under her, forced her sweat-drenched body upright even as love juice still trailed from between her vulgar, thoroughly debauched thighs, and locked eyes with me as if she refused to lose.
"I'll strip you bare, Ferriot Condor!"
"Listen to you talk! You're dead too!"
Thud-thud-thud—!!
I stomped forward, both feet heavy with fury, and advanced on Ferriot…!