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"writing": " Jeremy looked out through the tree branches at the amber sun. From his perspective, it seemed to be climbing upwards and disappearing behind the red horizon. He blinked his eyes firmly to clear the pulsation in his brain. He had been hanging upside down in a tree for several hours and was exhausted from trying to free himself. The kite string entangling his feet and wings was too strong to break and everything he had done to free himself only tightened its grip on him. He had practically cawed his head off but no crows would come near to help him. No Mrs. Frisbee to help him this time. He was far from the farm, high in the elm forest, and too close to the Great Owl’s tree for anyone to feel willing to come to his aid. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would be until cold talons snatched him in the night. His wings were going numb and it was getting cold and dark. He nibbled at the red string he wore around his neck and pondered who might find his remains… his eyes teared up at the thought and he sobbed, shaking the branches ever so slightly.\n\nSuddenly there was a jolt in the branch he was dangling from. He felt a slight breeze from silent wings waft down upon him. He closed his eyes and held his breath. His heart beat quickly and loudly and he shook with fear. Minutes went by, but it felt like hours to Jeremy. He opened his right eye but a crow’s keen eyes are practically useless in the dark. But he stared straight up and slowly he made out the shape of his darkest fears—a great, fat silhouette with two pointed tufts on top and pale golden eyes staring back. The two round orbs slowly blinked. It was the Great Owl, a great horned owl that is known for being very old and very wise. Jeremy had met him once before when he delivered Mrs. Frisbee to him for advice. He felt lucky to have left with his life. Jeremy trembled and shut his eyes again, shivering with fright. “Maybe I’m dreaming, maybe I’m dreaming, maybe I’m dreaming…” he repeated to himself.\n\nThe string around his body tugged and quivered as the owl began to pluck at it. The wise owl knew how to solve this puzzle. He grasped the string in his beak, pulled it up, and then stepped on it. He repeated this process, slowly inching the black bundle of feathers closer and closer to his talons. When Jeremy opened his eyes and realized what was happening, he cawed in horror, “Please, please, please wise owl! Don’t eat me! Don’t you remember me? I’m the one that brought Mrs. Frisbee!” The owl picked up the string and hauled it up another few inches, the eyes unblinking. “No! Please! I’m not one of those crows that pesters owl and calls you names! That’s the others… I’m just a silly fool! I’m so skinny too—not worth eating, see?” He sucked in his gut and made his keel look sharp. He held his breath in this position for a minute and then gasped for air. The owl took one more grab at the string and brought Jeremy up to his big feathery foot and gripped into the strings on Jeremy’s breast. Jeremy shrieked and stiffened, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing.\n\nThe Great Owl worked quietly and cut the strings around the branch with his sharp beak. He looked around the forest and then took silent flight. Jeremy started to breathe again and flinched his wings. He opened one eye just a crack and saw that he was hurtling through the dark woods and shimmering shafts of moonlight. “I’m not dead?” he said.\n\nThen came a deep, guttural whisper from the owl above him, “No, you are not dead yet. Be silent!”\n\nJeremy gulped and kept his tongue in his beak. He watched with amazement as they soared through the darkness. At times he felt the brush of leaves and he marveled at how this owl didn’t crash into the trees. Then he felt the owl flap harder and they climbed up through a hole in the forest canopy. Spread below them was the silvery grey of the leafy tops of the trees. Out ahead, high above all the other trees, was the great oak which was known and revered as the Great Owl’s home. Its top was broken off, charred and scraggly. The foliage around the upper trunk grew on gnarled limbs, looking like a monstrous scarecrow. The very sight of the twisted, lightning-tortured tree struck fear in all the forest animals and Jeremy felt his gizzard tremble. He knew that that’s where they were heading… and that it would be his final resting place. He would never return. His eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness as they drew closer.\n\n---\n\nJeremy felt cold and clammy as his eyes slowly opened. He saw a soft green glowing light around him. His gaze looked upwards and he saw stars. He thought, “So this is crow afterlife… I’m on my flight to the great roost in the sky.” He blinked and felt the numbness in his wings and an aching in his legs. “But if this is the flight to the great roost, where are the others? why aren’t I flying? And why do I still hurt?” He heard a crunch and a beak snapping in the dark. It smelt like mice and squirrels and rotten wood. There was another crunch and a loud swallow followed by beak clicking. Then there was a gurgle and a belch. Jeremy’s heart beat faster and louder.\n\nThe owl walked over slowly, his talons grating on the rough, spikey wood that projected from the floor of his great hollow. In the green glow of foxfire fungus, which grew in the walls throughout the hollow, Jeremy could see the owl approach. “M-Mr. Great, Wise, Owl… P-Pleeease don’t eat m-meee!” Jeremy sobbed.\n\n“Stop your foolish babbling!” boomed the owl, his voice reverberating inside the hollow and striking Jeremy’s chest like an explosion. “Is it not the cycle of life? I eat to live, not out of malice. It is just your time, young Jeremy.”\n\nJeremy either took no comfort in this. He did, however, notice that the owl used his name. His eyes widened with hope. “S-so you r-remember me? I am Mrs. Frisbee’s friend! You know, the widowed mouse? Your advice saved her family! W-we are all indebted to you.”\n\n“So you are!” said the owl, staring down his fluffy breast at the helpless crow.\n\n“N-no, I didn’t mean it th-that way. Um, I mean m-maybe there’s s-something…”\n\n“NO! There is only the code of the forest! We all have our time!”\n\nJeremy gulped, closed his eyes. He was very young and foolish for a crow, preferring to look for shinies and colored bits of yarn instead of learning the finer points of philosophical argument. But sometimes even his corvid mind could craft a solution out of a tough predicament. He felt the owl’s talons close in around his body.\n\n“Wai--!!” Jeremy’s caw was cut short by a tightening grip. He gasped out “Pleeathhh?”\n\nTwo yellow eyes came closer and stared down his beak. The owl loosened his grip slightly and Jeremy gasped. “I am not in a hurry but if you wish to prolong your fearful existence, speak.”\n\nJeremy gulped and cleared his throat. “Uh, yes, well, Great One. You are correct. But, please, can you tell Mrs. Frisbee what happened to me? I had promised to keep a watch on her children. She will be so worried. Let her know that I met my end in your talons. Her children, that should have died from the plow, and her son Timothy, that would have died from pneumonia, should know that I am gone. I don’t want them to worry. They are happy, great one, that you saved them from certain death… that you broke the cycle of life and death for them… but they will understand that you decided not to break it this time.” Jeremy’s beak sank and he looked up at the eyes peering down at him.\n\nThere was a long pause and the eyes blinked calculatingly slow. “Very well” spoke the owl, his hot breath blowing in Jeremy’s face. He gagged on the smell of squirrel meat emanating from the owl’s mouth, figuring that soon he’d be joining that squirrel in the owl’s belly. “I won’t eat you...” Jeremy’s eyes widened. He was surprised that his psychology worked but his heart sank when he heard the owl complete his slow sentence with, “…tonight.”\n\nThe owl’s grip relaxed a little and his beak worked on the string around Jeremy’s body. His beak was very close against Jeremy’s feathers, his hot breath and face whiskers ruffling the crow’s black feathers. He worked silently except for his breathing and beak clicking. The string around Jeremy’s sides loosened and he felt blood returning to his wings with a sharp, prickly sensation. Then the great owl dragged Jeremy along the rough wood to a deeper, softer corner of the hollow. In the green glow of the foxfire, he could see that there was a nest of soft fur and feathers. At first it seemed quaint that an owl would create a cozy nest of soft things. However, among the soft debris was the occasional small bone or rodent skull. A chill came over Jeremy as he realized that this soft nest was made from prey remains that the owl himself had regurgitated. Among them were black crow feathers. Jeremy gulped and tried to remain calm. There was still a chance he could get out of this alive.\n\nThe owl flopped Jeremy down atop the grisly bed and then picked at the walls, breaking away bits of rotten wood to expose more foxfire. The room glowed brightly now and for the first time, Jeremy could see the giant great-horned owl in detail. His ear tufts brushed the ceiling, his black beak snapped, and his yellow eyes seemed to glow supernaturally. The owl’s expression was intense—the perpetually aggressive look of a raptor. The owl returned to Jeremy’s bindings, carefully loosening and tightening various areas and rolling Jeremy over on his back, legs spread and in the air. He picked up a wing bone from the corner and incorporated it into the space between Jeremy’s spindly black legs, securing them wide apart. Once he completed this, he stood up tall and let out a satisfied sigh. Jeremy was baffled by what was being done but was too frightened to ask, lest he change the owl’s mind about keeping him alive a little longer.\n\nNext, the owl reached high up along the punky wall and fumbled with his beak using his whiskers to find the next tool. When his head swiveled about and fixed on Jeremy, his beak held an odd shaped bit of wood. It could best be described as a carrot shape, about 2-3 cm in diameter at the wide end and 6 cm long to the tapered blunt tip. It had a handle beyond the fat end that was about the length of the owl’s beak. The owl manipulated the object around in the tip of his beak before tipping his head back. It disappeared and the owl’s throat puffed and contracted a couple of times. Then he opened his gape and leaned down, dropping the tool back into the tip of his beak, now dripping with mucus. The owl dribbled some of this mucus onto Jeremy… specifically on to the space between his legs.\n\nJeremy watched all of this with horror, not understanding a thing. As the warm owl secretions moistened his lower belly, he reacted by contracting his legs and tightening his vent, which was still concealed under the circlet of feathers that protected it. Despite clenching, he could feel the moisture seep in and melt over his pink, soft vent lips. He felt a hot flash of violation come over his face and head as he realized how very vulnerable and helpless he was. He cawed out in surprise and the owl shot a look of hunger down upon him. The eyes shone intensely in the green cavern and Jeremy couldn’t tell if the hunger was sexual or gustatory. His whole body quaked with fear as the owl reached down slowly with the object in his beak pointing straight at Jeremy’s virgin crow hole.\n\nJeremy closed his eyes and bit his tongue, trying not to go wild with panic. He felt the slimy object touch his under tail coverts and slowly move around and around, moistening and pushing his feathers aside. He clenched his butt tighter and began whimpering softly. Then he felt the tip of the object push against his vent. It pressed down now and slowly stirred, pushing the soft lips around in circles meant to relax and widen the opening. Jeremy was incredibly tense but he couldn’t fight the owl’s persistence and strength. Soon the tip was spreading his vent lips and rubbing the membranes inside of his cloaca. Jeremy cawed and the force of this vocalization winked his cloaca open enough for the plug to slide in. Jeremy’s eyes snapped open and he grunted, trying to push the foreign object out but it was no use and only made it hurt. He panted with beak open taking in the new sensation and trying to wiggle away from it. It was useless to struggle so he sagged and tried hard to relax… hoping that if he endured this strange experiment, the owl would let him go.\n\nThe owl slowly wobbled the plug inside of Jeremy’s tight hole, observing how the outer vent sphincter stretched around the worn wood, how the feathers parted around the stretched skin, and how when he tugged the plug out a little, the inner cloacal membranes would evert slightly and make Jeremy groan and clench his hole around the plug. He pushed it in deeper and felt Jeremy grunt and erect his belly feathers… an automatic response to penetrations of this kind. He pulled it out a little and drooled a bit more mucus on to it then pushed it in firmly, watching the vent lips pop over the edge of the wide part and contract around the handle. The owl churred deeply, his big yellow eyes studying the shape of his prey’s dilated hole, winking and holding the tool he had pushed in. He felt pleasurable pulsations in his own cloaca and let out a soft shaky grunt.\n\nJeremy’s terror abated slightly when he heard the owl’s grunt. He thought to himself, “Perhaps this is it… he got his kicks, scared me, and got his jollies by degrading me. What else can he do if he’s not going to eat me?” His heart sank, however when he the owl reach up to fish around for another tool.\n\nAs the owl reached up, Jeremy noticed something else terrifying. The owl’s tail was pumping and stretching, like most birds do when they are winking their cloaca. Jeremy thought that he could hear plump wet lips smooching and plipping too, like a moist vent clearing itself of wet discharge. In very short order, the owl’s beak returned to Jeremy holding a bone with strands of sinew projecting from opposite ends. At the middle portion of the bone was a tight wad of moss. The owl ordered with mild impatience, “Open your beak and hold this.” Jeremy complied and the owl inserted the bone sideways into Jeremy’s maw, pushing the ball of moss far back. It was too large to swallow and it sealed the crow’s mouth effectively while the bone ends projected out either side. The owl carefully wrapped the strands of sinew around Jeremy’s wide-open bill a few times and then back around his head before tying them under his chin. Jeremy whimpered and sucked air around the primitive ball gag. The owl did not ask if he was comfortable and did not seem concerned about his well-being. Jeremy did notice, though, that the owl’s throat puffed in and out slightly now as though panting on a warm day. It was a bit warm in this small chamber but not enough to warrant panting. Jeremy’s heart flipped as he realized that one can pant from excitement too.\n\nThe owl withdrew a couple of paces and looked down with his big yellow eyes, fluttering throat, and enormous fluffy body. He did look excited. He reached up and retrieved another object. It was a smooth stone with a wide base and long tapered tip. It looked like it came from the creek but Jeremy noticed that it was especially smooth at the narrow end and had stains of urates upon it. Cold reality dawned upon him. “It must be a masturbation stone,” he thought to himself.\n\nJeremy was young but old enough to have seen what happens to his flockmates in the springtime. The non-stop showing off, collecting shinies to impress mates and, when none of that worked, the creative way corvids will rub out their passions with stones, tufts of grass, or a polished knot of wood. It was all very secretive but he had seen it. He even tried it a little but it didn’t make much sense at the time since he was only a year old. Now he was two and the hormones had made him understand. He understood what this tool was for, but he didn’t understand the rest of this ritual. Perhaps this is what happened when one got as old as the Great Owl or was without a mate for so many years. Jeremy winced and softly grunted, winking his tight ass around the wooden plug. “How long would this torture go on?” he asked himself.\n\nThe owl set the heavy stone down at Jeremy’s side and clacked his beak rapidly with a quiet hoot. He bobbed his head several times and then discharged a wad of spit upon the stone. He rapidly pattered his feathered feet on the floor in an excited mounting dance. His great breast was fluffed out and his belly feathers lifted now too, revealing a huge space around his soft backside. He sat down slowly upon the stone, fluttering his white nictitating membranes. He boomed out with an excited hoot and lifted his face, straightening his body as he was penetrated by the masturbation stone. His feet tore at the wood next to Jeremy, the tips of the talons and the fragments of splintered wood bouncing off of his feathers. He flinched in cold terror not knowing now if the owl was simply going mad and would eat him alive.\n\nThe owl humped up and down on the stone, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Jeremy’s face was right there at the owl’s feet, watching the owl’s pink vent stroke the stone and moisten it with pre. The membranes would evert when the owl rose, rolling out and showing the red interior and drooling fluids. Then the membranes would pucker in as the owl squatted down and moaned in pleasure. All the while, the owl’s eyes were fixated on Jeremy, looking at his face, his bound body, and the plug wrapped in winking cloaca. As he was staring at Jeremy’s cloaca, he suddenly pinned his eyes and squatted down hard, his wings quivering and his breathing coming in short spasms. The spasms slowly increased in length and he let out a great sigh. He closed his eyes and let out an uncharacteristically high trill. Jeremy stared at him until his eyes slowly opened again and he began to lift off of the stone. His cloaca everted as the stone withdrew, and blobs of white cum drooled down around the stone, ropes of it connecting from the floor to the stone to the owl’s flaccid, loose cloaca. The smell hit Jeremy and he squirmed and puckered his vent… a smell he had never before experienced. He admitted to himself that if this owl were a crow and he were not tied up, this might be a good smell. In this context, all he hoped was that the owl was satisfied and would let him go. As the owl reached down and tugged the plug from Jeremy’s cloaca, he sighed with relief, believing this was so. But no sooner was the plug plucked out than the owl returned with the cum-coated stone in his beak.\n\nJeremy kicked his legs and cawed uselessly around the gag in his beak. The stone was way too big for him. He’d have to be a female to take that thing. And it was all covered in owl grossness. He cawed out wildly and struggled in his bonds, trying to say “No! You’re insane! Eat me instead! Please! Stop!” The owl could probably tell that this is what Jeremy was saying but he didn’t care. He pushed the warm, slimy stone into the gaping vent where the wooden plug had been. He pushed it in farther and farther, ever so slowly, his eyes glittering at the spectacle of his prey heaving and resisting. He invaded the crow’s cloaca with the masturbation stone so deeply that the vent stretched tight around it and Jeremy finally shut up and just panted in short spasms, trying to get air. The owl rubbed it around inside and finally drew it back, apparently satisfied that the crow was fully dilated. Jeremy coughed and sobbed in his gag, tears rolling down from his eyes and down his ear feathers. His cloaca wasn’t damaged but it was sore and he dared not let himself hope that this was over yet. The owl held up the slimy stone with one foot and licked the end. He let out a soft churr as he cocked his head and studied the line where Jeremy’s vent has pushed the coating of cum back. He seemed to be taking special interest in how wide this point was. He set the stone down and reached up high in the ceiling again. Jeremy whimpered and sobbed, sagging in his bonds, giving up hope.\n\nThe owl’s beak returned with another plug, this one narrow in the center and rounded at each end. One end was much larger than the other. It didn’t take long for Jeremy to add this up. The owl sat down upon the wide end of the plug and trilled again until there was a soft thump as the plug slid deep into his ass and his vent membranes popped down around the narrow center part of the plug.\n\nThe owl turned now and stared down intimidatingly at Jeremy. His golden orbs flared at the crow intensely as though they would burst into flames. He thumped his feet loudly as he stalked over to Jeremy and straddled his vulnerable body. Jeremy kicked and screamed as he felt the plug, dripping with owl spunk, come into contact with his soft ass. The owl’s ears went up and his belly feathers lifted like a skirt. Jeremy could see the owl’s vent sphincter, gripping and smooching around the toy, dripping with cum, pressing down into his little body. He watched as the small end of the plug parted his own vent, pushing the membranes in, tighter and tighter until his vision was fuzzy from the pressure and he gasped and softly moaned. The owl winked his vent and made the plug pulse deep inside of Jeremy’s belly. The owl stared down dispassionately except for the fiery eyes but Jeremy knew that he was getting a lot of pleasure from this.\n\nThe owl squatted down and smothered Jeremy in his hot, soft feathers with just his black beak protruding up, riveted on the owl’s face. He moved his beak down closer to Jeremy’s face and continued to press in, hooting low and pressing in a little more, bit by bit until, at last, the plug was completely inside Jeremy and the two sets of bird lips met and kissed.\n\nThe owl heaved a deep sigh, the hot wind of his meaty breath tussling Jeremy’s nare bristles. He closed his eyes and winked his vent again, tightly, displacing Jeremy’s innards with the power of the contraction. Jeremy felt the owl’s heart thumping as their breasts were pressed together. He could feel the tight sinews and tense muscles of this sex-starved owl. His claws were right against Jeremy’s sides—one powerful foot spasm and it would be all over. The owl pressed his beak now into Jeremy’s own, his tongue sliding down to stroke Jeremy’s. The crow’s terror escalated again but he couldn’t pant or call out… his belly was full of toy, his body smothered in owl, and his beak was stuffed with thick tongue as well as being gagged. The owl started rubbing his rump forward and back, his tail flipping up and down with each stroke, his beak panting out and his drooling tongue pressing deep into Jeremy’s beak. He grunted softly with each rub and squishing sounds could be heard as the plug slid in and out of Jeremy’s cloaca.\n\nJeremy now knew what being a masturbation stone probably felt like. He was immobilized by the Great Owl’s powerful body and powerful lust. He felt his feathers prickling out as he grunted for air, feeling the tight plug tug against his cloaca then shove back in press the air out of his airsacs. The shoving and forceful exhalation made his throat caw with him even controlling it. He could feel the rubbing on his ejaculatory ducts but he was so scared that there was no pleasure in it. In another context perhaps, but he had no control of this. It was not a welcome experience and he was losing his mind from fright and oxygen deprivation. He looked up into the owl’s blurry yellow eyes, the massive, frothy beak raping his mouth and lapping his tongue. He felt floaty, fuzzy, and began to lose consciousness. The owl hooted and fucked harder but Jeremy was fading out, flopping like the object that he had become. Suddenly the owl chittered and tensed his belly, humping up tightly and thumping his tarsi. He gasped hard in Jeremy’s face, eyelids twitching and pupils contracting to pins. His wings shot out to keep himself from falling over. Jeremy caught a breath of air and his consciousness returned enough to feel the plug wiggling rhythmically deep in his belly. The owl let out a wet spitting hiss as his belly muscles convulsed with the powerful ejaculation. Hot cum gushed down around the plug and smacked between the birds’ winking vents. He slowly exhaled with the same queer trill he had given earlier, only louder, longer, and more ragged.\n\nHis second ejaculation finished, the owl began to sag from the exertion. The owl’s abdomen relaxed enough that Jeremy could push the plug out a little and breathe again. This was short-lived, however, as the owl slowly sank down upon Jeremy, churring and closing his eyes. Jeremy felt the weight increase and his eyes bulged out. He gasped for air and struggled as the world disappeared in darkness.\n\n---\n\nThe next morning, Jeremy awoke at the opening of the owl’s massive hollow. His bonds were gone but there were bent and ruffled feathers where they had been. His feathers were hard and crusty all over his belly and face from the owl’s fluids. He sniffed the air and he reeked of cloaca and sex. But he was free! Jeremy laid there for a moment taking it in. In crow fashion, as soon as it dawned on him the second time that he was free, he bolted in a cawing flurry of feathers. Never mind that he fell half way to the ground before his aching wings would break his fall, or that he left half of his tail feathers in his escape, he flew faster than he had ever flown before. As he fled, he saw the shape of the owl, in the top of the tree, watching him depart. There was no emotion, no thanks. And now Jeremy knew the real reason to fear the Great Owl.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": " Jeremy looked out through the tree branches at the amber sun. From his perspective, it seemed to be climbing upwards and disappearing behind the red horizon. He blinked his eyes firmly to clear the pulsation in his brain. He had been hanging upside down in a tree for several hours and was exhausted from trying to free himself. The kite string entangling his feet and wings was too strong to break and everything he had done to free himself only tightened its grip on him. He had practically cawed his head off but no crows would come near to help him. No Mrs. Frisbee to help him this time. He was far from the farm, high in the elm forest, and too close to the Great Owl’s tree for anyone to feel willing to come to his aid. He sighed and closed his eyes, wondering how long it would be until cold talons snatched him in the night. His wings were going numb and it was getting cold and dark. He nibbled at the red string he wore around his neck and pondered who might find his remains… his eyes teared up at the thought and he sobbed, shaking the branches ever so slightly.
Suddenly there was a jolt in the branch he was dangling from. He felt a slight breeze from silent wings waft down upon him. He closed his eyes and held his breath. His heart beat quickly and loudly and he shook with fear. Minutes went by, but it felt like hours to Jeremy. He opened his right eye but a crow’s keen eyes are practically useless in the dark. But he stared straight up and slowly he made out the shape of his darkest fears—a great, fat silhouette with two pointed tufts on top and pale golden eyes staring back. The two round orbs slowly blinked. It was the Great Owl, a great horned owl that is known for being very old and very wise. Jeremy had met him once before when he delivered Mrs. Frisbee to him for advice. He felt lucky to have left with his life. Jeremy trembled and shut his eyes again, shivering with fright. “Maybe I’m dreaming, maybe I’m dreaming, maybe I’m dreaming…” he repeated to himself.
The string around his body tugged and quivered as the owl began to pluck at it. The wise owl knew how to solve this puzzle. He grasped the string in his beak, pulled it up, and then stepped on it. He repeated this process, slowly inching the black bundle of feathers closer and closer to his talons. When Jeremy opened his eyes and realized what was happening, he cawed in horror, “Please, please, please wise owl! Don’t eat me! Don’t you remember me? I’m the one that brought Mrs. Frisbee!” The owl picked up the string and hauled it up another few inches, the eyes unblinking. “No! Please! I’m not one of those crows that pesters owl and calls you names! That’s the others… I’m just a silly fool! I’m so skinny too—not worth eating, see?” He sucked in his gut and made his keel look sharp. He held his breath in this position for a minute and then gasped for air. The owl took one more grab at the string and brought Jeremy up to his big feathery foot and gripped into the strings on Jeremy’s breast. Jeremy shrieked and stiffened, his eyes closed, and he stopped breathing.
The Great Owl worked quietly and cut the strings around the branch with his sharp beak. He looked around the forest and then took silent flight. Jeremy started to breathe again and flinched his wings. He opened one eye just a crack and saw that he was hurtling through the dark woods and shimmering shafts of moonlight. “I’m not dead?” he said.
Then came a deep, guttural whisper from the owl above him, “No, you are not dead yet. Be silent!”
Jeremy gulped and kept his tongue in his beak. He watched with amazement as they soared through the darkness. At times he felt the brush of leaves and he marveled at how this owl didn’t crash into the trees. Then he felt the owl flap harder and they climbed up through a hole in the forest canopy. Spread below them was the silvery grey of the leafy tops of the trees. Out ahead, high above all the other trees, was the great oak which was known and revered as the Great Owl’s home. Its top was broken off, charred and scraggly. The foliage around the upper trunk grew on gnarled limbs, looking like a monstrous scarecrow. The very sight of the twisted, lightning-tortured tree struck fear in all the forest animals and Jeremy felt his gizzard tremble. He knew that that’s where they were heading… and that it would be his final resting place. He would never return. His eyes rolled back and he lost consciousness as they drew closer.
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Jeremy felt cold and clammy as his eyes slowly opened. He saw a soft green glowing light around him. His gaze looked upwards and he saw stars. He thought, “So this is crow afterlife… I’m on my flight to the great roost in the sky.” He blinked and felt the numbness in his wings and an aching in his legs. “But if this is the flight to the great roost, where are the others? why aren’t I flying? And why do I still hurt?” He heard a crunch and a beak snapping in the dark. It smelt like mice and squirrels and rotten wood. There was another crunch and a loud swallow followed by beak clicking. Then there was a gurgle and a belch. Jeremy’s heart beat faster and louder.
The owl walked over slowly, his talons grating on the rough, spikey wood that projected from the floor of his great hollow. In the green glow of foxfire fungus, which grew in the walls throughout the hollow, Jeremy could see the owl approach. “M-Mr. Great, Wise, Owl… P-Pleeease don’t eat m-meee!” Jeremy sobbed.
“Stop your foolish babbling!” boomed the owl, his voice reverberating inside the hollow and striking Jeremy’s chest like an explosion. “Is it not the cycle of life? I eat to live, not out of malice. It is just your time, young Jeremy.”
Jeremy either took no comfort in this. He did, however, notice that the owl used his name. His eyes widened with hope. “S-so you r-remember me? I am Mrs. Frisbee’s friend! You know, the widowed mouse? Your advice saved her family! W-we are all indebted to you.”
“So you are!” said the owl, staring down his fluffy breast at the helpless crow.
“N-no, I didn’t mean it th-that way. Um, I mean m-maybe there’s s-something…”
“NO! There is only the code of the forest! We all have our time!”
Jeremy gulped, closed his eyes. He was very young and foolish for a crow, preferring to look for shinies and colored bits of yarn instead of learning the finer points of philosophical argument. But sometimes even his corvid mind could craft a solution out of a tough predicament. He felt the owl’s talons close in around his body.
“Wai--!!” Jeremy’s caw was cut short by a tightening grip. He gasped out “Pleeathhh?”
Two yellow eyes came closer and stared down his beak. The owl loosened his grip slightly and Jeremy gasped. “I am not in a hurry but if you wish to prolong your fearful existence, speak.”
Jeremy gulped and cleared his throat. “Uh, yes, well, Great One. You are correct. But, please, can you tell Mrs. Frisbee what happened to me? I had promised to keep a watch on her children. She will be so worried. Let her know that I met my end in your talons. Her children, that should have died from the plow, and her son Timothy, that would have died from pneumonia, should know that I am gone. I don’t want them to worry. They are happy, great one, that you saved them from certain death… that you broke the cycle of life and death for them… but they will understand that you decided not to break it this time.” Jeremy’s beak sank and he looked up at the eyes peering down at him.
There was a long pause and the eyes blinked calculatingly slow. “Very well” spoke the owl, his hot breath blowing in Jeremy’s face. He gagged on the smell of squirrel meat emanating from the owl’s mouth, figuring that soon he’d be joining that squirrel in the owl’s belly. “I won’t eat you...” Jeremy’s eyes widened. He was surprised that his psychology worked but his heart sank when he heard the owl complete his slow sentence with, “…tonight.”
The owl’s grip relaxed a little and his beak worked on the string around Jeremy’s body. His beak was very close against Jeremy’s feathers, his hot breath and face whiskers ruffling the crow’s black feathers. He worked silently except for his breathing and beak clicking. The string around Jeremy’s sides loosened and he felt blood returning to his wings with a sharp, prickly sensation. Then the great owl dragged Jeremy along the rough wood to a deeper, softer corner of the hollow. In the green glow of the foxfire, he could see that there was a nest of soft fur and feathers. At first it seemed quaint that an owl would create a cozy nest of soft things. However, among the soft debris was the occasional small bone or rodent skull. A chill came over Jeremy as he realized that this soft nest was made from prey remains that the owl himself had regurgitated. Among them were black crow feathers. Jeremy gulped and tried to remain calm. There was still a chance he could get out of this alive.
The owl flopped Jeremy down atop the grisly bed and then picked at the walls, breaking away bits of rotten wood to expose more foxfire. The room glowed brightly now and for the first time, Jeremy could see the giant great-horned owl in detail. His ear tufts brushed the ceiling, his black beak snapped, and his yellow eyes seemed to glow supernaturally. The owl’s expression was intense—the perpetually aggressive look of a raptor. The owl returned to Jeremy’s bindings, carefully loosening and tightening various areas and rolling Jeremy over on his back, legs spread and in the air. He picked up a wing bone from the corner and incorporated it into the space between Jeremy’s spindly black legs, securing them wide apart. Once he completed this, he stood up tall and let out a satisfied sigh. Jeremy was baffled by what was being done but was too frightened to ask, lest he change the owl’s mind about keeping him alive a little longer.
Next, the owl reached high up along the punky wall and fumbled with his beak using his whiskers to find the next tool. When his head swiveled about and fixed on Jeremy, his beak held an odd shaped bit of wood. It could best be described as a carrot shape, about 2-3 cm in diameter at the wide end and 6 cm long to the tapered blunt tip. It had a handle beyond the fat end that was about the length of the owl’s beak. The owl manipulated the object around in the tip of his beak before tipping his head back. It disappeared and the owl’s throat puffed and contracted a couple of times. Then he opened his gape and leaned down, dropping the tool back into the tip of his beak, now dripping with mucus. The owl dribbled some of this mucus onto Jeremy… specifically on to the space between his legs.
Jeremy watched all of this with horror, not understanding a thing. As the warm owl secretions moistened his lower belly, he reacted by contracting his legs and tightening his vent, which was still concealed under the circlet of feathers that protected it. Despite clenching, he could feel the moisture seep in and melt over his pink, soft vent lips. He felt a hot flash of violation come over his face and head as he realized how very vulnerable and helpless he was. He cawed out in surprise and the owl shot a look of hunger down upon him. The eyes shone intensely in the green cavern and Jeremy couldn’t tell if the hunger was sexual or gustatory. His whole body quaked with fear as the owl reached down slowly with the object in his beak pointing straight at Jeremy’s virgin crow hole.
Jeremy closed his eyes and bit his tongue, trying not to go wild with panic. He felt the slimy object touch his under tail coverts and slowly move around and around, moistening and pushing his feathers aside. He clenched his butt tighter and began whimpering softly. Then he felt the tip of the object push against his vent. It pressed down now and slowly stirred, pushing the soft lips around in circles meant to relax and widen the opening. Jeremy was incredibly tense but he couldn’t fight the owl’s persistence and strength. Soon the tip was spreading his vent lips and rubbing the membranes inside of his cloaca. Jeremy cawed and the force of this vocalization winked his cloaca open enough for the plug to slide in. Jeremy’s eyes snapped open and he grunted, trying to push the foreign object out but it was no use and only made it hurt. He panted with beak open taking in the new sensation and trying to wiggle away from it. It was useless to struggle so he sagged and tried hard to relax… hoping that if he endured this strange experiment, the owl would let him go.
The owl slowly wobbled the plug inside of Jeremy’s tight hole, observing how the outer vent sphincter stretched around the worn wood, how the feathers parted around the stretched skin, and how when he tugged the plug out a little, the inner cloacal membranes would evert slightly and make Jeremy groan and clench his hole around the plug. He pushed it in deeper and felt Jeremy grunt and erect his belly feathers… an automatic response to penetrations of this kind. He pulled it out a little and drooled a bit more mucus on to it then pushed it in firmly, watching the vent lips pop over the edge of the wide part and contract around the handle. The owl churred deeply, his big yellow eyes studying the shape of his prey’s dilated hole, winking and holding the tool he had pushed in. He felt pleasurable pulsations in his own cloaca and let out a soft shaky grunt.
Jeremy’s terror abated slightly when he heard the owl’s grunt. He thought to himself, “Perhaps this is it… he got his kicks, scared me, and got his jollies by degrading me. What else can he do if he’s not going to eat me?” His heart sank, however when he the owl reach up to fish around for another tool.
As the owl reached up, Jeremy noticed something else terrifying. The owl’s tail was pumping and stretching, like most birds do when they are winking their cloaca. Jeremy thought that he could hear plump wet lips smooching and plipping too, like a moist vent clearing itself of wet discharge. In very short order, the owl’s beak returned to Jeremy holding a bone with strands of sinew projecting from opposite ends. At the middle portion of the bone was a tight wad of moss. The owl ordered with mild impatience, “Open your beak and hold this.” Jeremy complied and the owl inserted the bone sideways into Jeremy’s maw, pushing the ball of moss far back. It was too large to swallow and it sealed the crow’s mouth effectively while the bone ends projected out either side. The owl carefully wrapped the strands of sinew around Jeremy’s wide-open bill a few times and then back around his head before tying them under his chin. Jeremy whimpered and sucked air around the primitive ball gag. The owl did not ask if he was comfortable and did not seem concerned about his well-being. Jeremy did notice, though, that the owl’s throat puffed in and out slightly now as though panting on a warm day. It was a bit warm in this small chamber but not enough to warrant panting. Jeremy’s heart flipped as he realized that one can pant from excitement too.
The owl withdrew a couple of paces and looked down with his big yellow eyes, fluttering throat, and enormous fluffy body. He did look excited. He reached up and retrieved another object. It was a smooth stone with a wide base and long tapered tip. It looked like it came from the creek but Jeremy noticed that it was especially smooth at the narrow end and had stains of urates upon it. Cold reality dawned upon him. “It must be a masturbation stone,” he thought to himself.
Jeremy was young but old enough to have seen what happens to his flockmates in the springtime. The non-stop showing off, collecting shinies to impress mates and, when none of that worked, the creative way corvids will rub out their passions with stones, tufts of grass, or a polished knot of wood. It was all very secretive but he had seen it. He even tried it a little but it didn’t make much sense at the time since he was only a year old. Now he was two and the hormones had made him understand. He understood what this tool was for, but he didn’t understand the rest of this ritual. Perhaps this is what happened when one got as old as the Great Owl or was without a mate for so many years. Jeremy winced and softly grunted, winking his tight ass around the wooden plug. “How long would this torture go on?” he asked himself.
The owl set the heavy stone down at Jeremy’s side and clacked his beak rapidly with a quiet hoot. He bobbed his head several times and then discharged a wad of spit upon the stone. He rapidly pattered his feathered feet on the floor in an excited mounting dance. His great breast was fluffed out and his belly feathers lifted now too, revealing a huge space around his soft backside. He sat down slowly upon the stone, fluttering his white nictitating membranes. He boomed out with an excited hoot and lifted his face, straightening his body as he was penetrated by the masturbation stone. His feet tore at the wood next to Jeremy, the tips of the talons and the fragments of splintered wood bouncing off of his feathers. He flinched in cold terror not knowing now if the owl was simply going mad and would eat him alive.
The owl humped up and down on the stone, slowly at first and then picking up speed. Jeremy’s face was right there at the owl’s feet, watching the owl’s pink vent stroke the stone and moisten it with pre. The membranes would evert when the owl rose, rolling out and showing the red interior and drooling fluids. Then the membranes would pucker in as the owl squatted down and moaned in pleasure. All the while, the owl’s eyes were fixated on Jeremy, looking at his face, his bound body, and the plug wrapped in winking cloaca. As he was staring at Jeremy’s cloaca, he suddenly pinned his eyes and squatted down hard, his wings quivering and his breathing coming in short spasms. The spasms slowly increased in length and he let out a great sigh. He closed his eyes and let out an uncharacteristically high trill. Jeremy stared at him until his eyes slowly opened again and he began to lift off of the stone. His cloaca everted as the stone withdrew, and blobs of white cum drooled down around the stone, ropes of it connecting from the floor to the stone to the owl’s flaccid, loose cloaca. The smell hit Jeremy and he squirmed and puckered his vent… a smell he had never before experienced. He admitted to himself that if this owl were a crow and he were not tied up, this might be a good smell. In this context, all he hoped was that the owl was satisfied and would let him go. As the owl reached down and tugged the plug from Jeremy’s cloaca, he sighed with relief, believing this was so. But no sooner was the plug plucked out than the owl returned with the cum-coated stone in his beak.
Jeremy kicked his legs and cawed uselessly around the gag in his beak. The stone was way too big for him. He’d have to be a female to take that thing. And it was all covered in owl grossness. He cawed out wildly and struggled in his bonds, trying to say “No! You’re insane! Eat me instead! Please! Stop!” The owl could probably tell that this is what Jeremy was saying but he didn’t care. He pushed the warm, slimy stone into the gaping vent where the wooden plug had been. He pushed it in farther and farther, ever so slowly, his eyes glittering at the spectacle of his prey heaving and resisting. He invaded the crow’s cloaca with the masturbation stone so deeply that the vent stretched tight around it and Jeremy finally shut up and just panted in short spasms, trying to get air. The owl rubbed it around inside and finally drew it back, apparently satisfied that the crow was fully dilated. Jeremy coughed and sobbed in his gag, tears rolling down from his eyes and down his ear feathers. His cloaca wasn’t damaged but it was sore and he dared not let himself hope that this was over yet. The owl held up the slimy stone with one foot and licked the end. He let out a soft churr as he cocked his head and studied the line where Jeremy’s vent has pushed the coating of cum back. He seemed to be taking special interest in how wide this point was. He set the stone down and reached up high in the ceiling again. Jeremy whimpered and sobbed, sagging in his bonds, giving up hope.
The owl’s beak returned with another plug, this one narrow in the center and rounded at each end. One end was much larger than the other. It didn’t take long for Jeremy to add this up. The owl sat down upon the wide end of the plug and trilled again until there was a soft thump as the plug slid deep into his ass and his vent membranes popped down around the narrow center part of the plug.
The owl turned now and stared down intimidatingly at Jeremy. His golden orbs flared at the crow intensely as though they would burst into flames. He thumped his feet loudly as he stalked over to Jeremy and straddled his vulnerable body. Jeremy kicked and screamed as he felt the plug, dripping with owl spunk, come into contact with his soft ass. The owl’s ears went up and his belly feathers lifted like a skirt. Jeremy could see the owl’s vent sphincter, gripping and smooching around the toy, dripping with cum, pressing down into his little body. He watched as the small end of the plug parted his own vent, pushing the membranes in, tighter and tighter until his vision was fuzzy from the pressure and he gasped and softly moaned. The owl winked his vent and made the plug pulse deep inside of Jeremy’s belly. The owl stared down dispassionately except for the fiery eyes but Jeremy knew that he was getting a lot of pleasure from this.
The owl squatted down and smothered Jeremy in his hot, soft feathers with just his black beak protruding up, riveted on the owl’s face. He moved his beak down closer to Jeremy’s face and continued to press in, hooting low and pressing in a little more, bit by bit until, at last, the plug was completely inside Jeremy and the two sets of bird lips met and kissed.
The owl heaved a deep sigh, the hot wind of his meaty breath tussling Jeremy’s nare bristles. He closed his eyes and winked his vent again, tightly, displacing Jeremy’s innards with the power of the contraction. Jeremy felt the owl’s heart thumping as their breasts were pressed together. He could feel the tight sinews and tense muscles of this sex-starved owl. His claws were right against Jeremy’s sides—one powerful foot spasm and it would be all over. The owl pressed his beak now into Jeremy’s own, his tongue sliding down to stroke Jeremy’s. The crow’s terror escalated again but he couldn’t pant or call out… his belly was full of toy, his body smothered in owl, and his beak was stuffed with thick tongue as well as being gagged. The owl started rubbing his rump forward and back, his tail flipping up and down with each stroke, his beak panting out and his drooling tongue pressing deep into Jeremy’s beak. He grunted softly with each rub and squishing sounds could be heard as the plug slid in and out of Jeremy’s cloaca.
Jeremy now knew what being a masturbation stone probably felt like. He was immobilized by the Great Owl’s powerful body and powerful lust. He felt his feathers prickling out as he grunted for air, feeling the tight plug tug against his cloaca then shove back in press the air out of his airsacs. The shoving and forceful exhalation made his throat caw with him even controlling it. He could feel the rubbing on his ejaculatory ducts but he was so scared that there was no pleasure in it. In another context perhaps, but he had no control of this. It was not a welcome experience and he was losing his mind from fright and oxygen deprivation. He looked up into the owl’s blurry yellow eyes, the massive, frothy beak raping his mouth and lapping his tongue. He felt floaty, fuzzy, and began to lose consciousness. The owl hooted and fucked harder but Jeremy was fading out, flopping like the object that he had become. Suddenly the owl chittered and tensed his belly, humping up tightly and thumping his tarsi. He gasped hard in Jeremy’s face, eyelids twitching and pupils contracting to pins. His wings shot out to keep himself from falling over. Jeremy caught a breath of air and his consciousness returned enough to feel the plug wiggling rhythmically deep in his belly. The owl let out a wet spitting hiss as his belly muscles convulsed with the powerful ejaculation. Hot cum gushed down around the plug and smacked between the birds’ winking vents. He slowly exhaled with the same queer trill he had given earlier, only louder, longer, and more ragged.
His second ejaculation finished, the owl began to sag from the exertion. The owl’s abdomen relaxed enough that Jeremy could push the plug out a little and breathe again. This was short-lived, however, as the owl slowly sank down upon Jeremy, churring and closing his eyes. Jeremy felt the weight increase and his eyes bulged out. He gasped for air and struggled as the world disappeared in darkness.
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The next morning, Jeremy awoke at the opening of the owl’s massive hollow. His bonds were gone but there were bent and ruffled feathers where they had been. His feathers were hard and crusty all over his belly and face from the owl’s fluids. He sniffed the air and he reeked of cloaca and sex. But he was free! Jeremy laid there for a moment taking it in. In crow fashion, as soon as it dawned on him the second time that he was free, he bolted in a cawing flurry of feathers. Never mind that he fell half way to the ground before his aching wings would break his fall, or that he left half of his tail feathers in his escape, he flew faster than he had ever flown before. As he fled, he saw the shape of the owl, in the top of the tree, watching him depart. There was no emotion, no thanks. And now Jeremy knew the real reason to fear the Great Owl.",
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