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Fill 2J/4: Kurt/Warblers, Kurt/Blaine; NonCon, animalplay, body modification, captivity, etc.

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“Second one?” he heard someone say, and a jolt of nervousness went through him. He didn’t like the way that sounded.

Sure enough, the hand that had been petting him left off and there was a shuffle of feet behind him. Then the plug in his ass was being gripped at the base and tugged. Kurt let out a squawk of surprise and his head shot up in alarm, but the plug was already being dragged out, stretching him wider and wider around its middle and then diminishing in width until he could feel his hole clenching embarrassingly around nothing at all. The sudden empty feeling was unnerving, but not nearly so much as the feeling of something new brushing at him there a second later. It was hard and slick and unliving like the first plug, but, from the first push in, he could tell it was wider.

Kurt fought with his instinct to clench down and keep it out. It seemed like the Warblers didn’t want to damage him, but that only meant they’d go slow if he resisted, and probably subject him to some new humiliation in order to coax this larger plug in.

Cheeks burning, Kurt gritted his teeth and relaxed as much as his churning emotions would allow. He stayed still as the plug grew thicker and thicker in width, stretching his muscles more than they’d ever gone before, then abruptly narrowing. Kurt felt the cool, smooth base of the plug coming to rest snugly against his skin and knew it was finally done, although even the narrowest point of the base was stretching his ass as much as the widest part of the first plug.

Kurt had to take a few deep breaths to keep from instinctively clenching down hard and hurting himself. It just felt so big - he was fairly sure he knew what they were getting that part of him adjusted for, but there was a faint, hysterical part of him that worried they were going to force him to lay eggs or something worse, and was almost relieved to think of the more likely option.

“Wes?” someone said behind him, and he could hear the Warblers shuffling around.

Blaine walked into his peripheral vision and crouched down at his side, carefully avoiding the bits of spit and come on the floor bars. “Hey there,” he said, smiling.

Kurt tried not to look at him, even when Blaine’s smile grew a bit rueful and he began stroking Kurt’s back gently. “I know it’s a lot of new things all at once, but you’ll get used to it soon, I know you will.”

There was the sound of a zipper and a rustle of cloth, and Kurt tensed. Blaine kept petting him, but Kurt couldn’t focus on that at all because there was a sudden unnerving sensation between his legs - something big and blunt and wet was nudging at his new opening, pushing between the folds of skin and rubbing there.

Kurt froze, then instinctively tried to jerk his legs together. The bonds on his ankles dug into his scales and kept his legs spread wide apart. Blaine shook his head fondly and kindly advised him, “Relax again, it’ll be fine.”

As far as Kurt was concerned, though, nothing was fine, because the thing between his legs - Wes’ cock, his brain supplied, but the rest of him rebelled at the obvious - was rubbing harder now, and Wes was making a quiet sound that was either a hum or a moan.

A hand on his tail was tugging gently at the feathers and making him angle his ass even higher into the air, and then there was a blunt pressure between his legs that increased steadily until, accompanied by a sharp pain, Kurt could feel it pushing inside him.