The pen contained a pair of Chocobo's and Freya wondered what she was supposed to do. There was a large blue Chocobo and a smaller green Chocobo. Freya noticed the blue Chocobo's cock starting to emerge, and she could finally understand what they were about to do. She had neither bred a pair of Chocobo's nor seen them breed. The stablemaster noticed the hint of nervousness on Freya's face and stepped toward her.
"Breeding a pair of Chocobo's is not hard, so you have little to worry about."
The stablemaster's comment did little to reassure Freya, but she was not going to give up on her first task of the day. Freya went over and stroked the larger Chocobo's feathers. The stablemaster stood back and watched Freya as she worked. He nodded in encouragement, and Freya continued her petting. The blue bird's pink member hardened swiftly and grew to more than a foot long.
Freya stared wide-eyed at the aroused bird, and the stablemaster chuckled to himself. The smaller female stepped closer and sniffed the Male's cock. She whirled around and flagged her tail in acceptance. The male wasted no time considering the offer and began thrusting wildly. However, the large bird failed to hit his mark. The stablemaster offered a bit of advice.
"This one might need a little guidance, so go and help them."
"You want me to help them mate?"
Freya turned red with confusion. She had never considered doing such things with a Chocobo, but he could feel herself becoming wet with arousal. She gasped, and hoped the stablemaster did not take notice. She gently gripped the large bird's member with both hands. The male took a quick step back, but remaned relativly calm. She guided him toward the smaller bird's sex and pushed lightly against it. The male took the hint, and immidiately hilted himself in the female. Freya stepped back, and watched the scene unfold before her.
The male sped up his pace and chirped in approval. The entire scene lasted bearly over a minute. The male let out a loud squawk, and emptied himself into the waiting female. The larger bird dismounted his mate, and acidentally sprayed Freya with a final stray shot of his seed. Freya blushed uncontrollably. The stablemaster simply tossed her a dry towel.
"These events happen sometimes when you get too close to the action."
"I will keep that advice in mind."
"We have much more to do, so let us move on to the next job."
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