"Woah! Calm down! What's gotten into you..?"
You lean over and pat the proud cockatrice on the neck, wondering what could have possibly caused the normally reserved beast to act up. You could barely stay on through the bucking and prancing, even with the specialized riding gear holding you in place!
Another voice calls out, riding around the bend, "Sorry about that. I didn't mean to cause any trouble for you. Sounds like you almost fell off! It's my girl here. She's in season, and you know how these things are! Smell each other a mile away, I swear.." The rider waves as he pushes his mount past you, shaking his head at your cockatrice's obvious attraction to his, as he rides out of view.
Your mount bucks again, falling halfway off before you grip the holsters, stopping your decent quickly. You decide it best to dismount fully as you drop to your feet, rubbing your face at the near fall and how unmanageable your cockatrice is being. Your feathered mount nudges his strong hips into you with a grunt, almost throwing you off balance. You push back and try to calm him down, patting his side first, then running your hand over the thick, leathery wing. As you moved around the front of the cockatrice, you notice the glare he seems to be giving you. The green eyes looked harsh under the crest of red and blue feathers. Moving around to the other side in your quest to calm the large male, you notice a fully extended and dropped shaft between his legs.
You've never seen a cockatrice's shaft before, and are instantly surprised by how amazingly textured it is. Without feeling the least bit embarrassed, you move closer, finding the small frills along the ridged tip to be tantalizing, but not nearly so much as the small nubs that line the length of the cock. You reach out and feel small, soft scales along the underside of it, just out of view.
The cockatrice looks back at you with his intelligent eyes, as if impatiently telling you that he's definitely in need...