WARNING: THIS STORY IS FERAL AVIAN PORNOGRAPHY INVOLVING CAPTURE, BONDAGE, AND FORCED SEX BETWEEN TWO MALE BIRDS. YOU MUST BE 18 YEARS OR OLDER TO ACCESS THIS MATERIAL. BY READING FURTHER, YOU ACKNOWLEDGE THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER.
A breeze awakened him. He opened his feathered eyelids and yawned. The mountain air had been perfectly still all night long so the breeze startled him more than it usually would. The eastern sky was clear and bright already, drenched in crimson and orange. He had slept more deeply than usual, probably from the exertions of his migration north. Another breeze whispered through the pine boughs and made the trees rock and creak. A storm front was coming from the southwest and it would be a great day for flying north.
Huk, as he knew himself, was an adult male golden eagle. He was making his annual journey north, responding to the hormones surging in his veins and the memories of a mate, abundant prey, and a peaceful nest. He preened his breast feathers, then tended to the new feathers that had started in the center of his tail. When he straightened up again, the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. The sun warmed his wings and made him feel hungry. He leaned forward, lifted his tail, and spurt out a stream of white droppings that steamed briefly in the sun beams. He shook his tail and stretched his wings over his back.
He was about to take flight when something caught his eye on a rock ledge below. He bobbed his head back and forth and constricted his pupils, tweaking as much information from the image as he could. It appeared to be a freshly killed rabbit laying on a pile of twigs. He remembered the twigs but did not notice the rabbit yesterday. Perhaps he was too tired when he landed for the night. Still, this was one of his favorite stopping points on migrations and he had never been so lucky to find rabbit here. It was an odd place to find freshly killed prey of any kind, much less a jack rabbit.
Just then his gizzard gurgled and he felt a wave of nausea. He gaped his beak and strained with effort, lowing his head between his feet. A few convulsive twists of his head accompanied by soft grunts, and a large wad of fur tumbled out of his mouth and down into the forest. He flicked the mucus from his beak and swallowed a few times, relaxing now that his daily routine was complete. But now he felt even hungrier and his gizzard growled to be filled again. He weaved his head back and forth again, assessing the scene below. He was very suspicious yet so hungry. A drip of saliva fell from his right nare.
A raven landed near the rabbit and hopped about nervously. It pecked the prey and tugged it enough to flop it open. Bright red meat was visible and Huk could not stand it any longer. He was not going to let this raven take what should be his. He spread his wings and stepped casually out of the tree, swooping down into a graceful, quiet glide. The raven cawed raucously and flapped hard and fast into a pine to escape and to watch.
Huk swooped in and latched onto the rabbit easily, intent on carrying it up into a tree to eat. But as he his momentum carried him forward, the rabbit stayed fast and pulled him out of the sky. He flapped and chittered, frustrated by this change in plans. He tugged and pulled but the rabbit was fastened somehow to the sticks. He was too hungry and committed to give up yet. He stood there panting for a few minutes, studying the prey and looking around for danger. Finally he started to tear into the soft, warm meat and bolt it down quickly. He worked fast, partly because of his intense hunger and partly because he was vulnerable on the ground. As he worked deeper into the carcass, he gripped it tighter, with his feet close together, working the hide up through his talons with his beak to efficiently strip the best flesh off. He was so busy, that he failed to notice the snare, slowly closing around one of his legs. The captor was careful to close it slowly and only when Huk was distracted with stripping meat. Finally, when Huk tried to lift his left foot to change his grip on the prey, he almost tripped as he found it immobilized. In a panic he chittered and pushed off powerfully with his legs. No sooner did he lift his wings than something pulled him from below. His legs sank through the sticks and he felt them quickly bound together. He screeched with shock and beat his wings on the sticks but no matter how hard he flapped, he only succeeded in hurting himself. He felt boots being slipped over each of his feet and then the sensation of a leather drawstring tightening around each leg. Then there were cold leather straps tied to each leg and they were stretched downward by a heavy weight.
Huk heaved and snorted from his exertions. He tried to open his feet but he couldn’t—they were bound tightly in the booties. He lay there in shock and exhaustion. After a few moments he heard something that sounded like laughing. It was a high-pitched sound similar to what he’d heard shorebirds make. The laughing sounded mocking and Huk’s hackles rose. He was ready to fight.
The sticks shifted and some of them lifted open like a trap door. A dark blue-grey feathered face with a long bill peered over the edge of the door. The bird’s eyes narrowed and its beak corners turned up in a diabolical grin. The bird had a long, gray, slightly downturned beak, and large white eyes. Its body and throat were white with bluish-grey tail, wings, and collar. The head feathers were stringy and in disarray. It spoke, “Hehehe, having a pleasant meal?”
Huk’s mantle was raised but now his head feathers erected too and his beak fell open. He still couldn’t believe it—this pathetic little bird caught him?? Huk hissed and jerked his head back, his hot eagle breath blowing a cloud of steam into his captor’s eyes. The bird was little more than half of Huk’s size and seemed far too stringy to be a threat. “Hmmm… your breath smells so hot, so wild… so utterly delectable.” The bird climbed up from his hideout and stood just out of Huk’s range, as though he knew of Huk’s limitations already. “It’s good that you stopped thrashing yourself—you really are in quite a pickle. It’s impossible to escape so don’t even waste your energy. After all, you need it, don’t you, to get back to that nest? …to find your mate, fuck her silly and make eggs?”
Huk could barely understand this bird’s nasally pathetic attempts at eagle speech, but he understood enough. He felt a chill run down his spine as he realized that this bird knew a lot about him. He spoke back “Wh-What?”
The smaller bird tilted its head sideways and a look of indignation flashed in its eyes. “What? You think that it’s hard to speak eagle? Are you surprised that a lowly Egyptian plover, a ‘prey species,’ could figure it out?” The bird leaned its face forward and Huk snapped his head forward and struggled to bite his captor’s face. The calm, calculating plover did not flinch. His eyes met Huk’s calmly and his face lost all expression. “You eagles think you are masters of all the birds.”
“We are! Fuck you, you pathetic piece of shit!”
The plover swatted him across the face with a pine bough and Huk screed from the sting. The plover squawked “Silence! Starting now, you are mine. You will speak only when you have permission!” He stared sternly into Huk’s eyes, and Huk saw something that told him that this was far from an ordinary bird. His wings vibrated with cold fear. The plover continued, “You know nothing! It was easy to capture you!” He leaned back and swept his beak around as if surveying everything as he spoke. “If you had thought with your brain instead of you gizzard, well, you could have continued on your way.” The bird leaned back in toward’s Huk’s face, staring deep into his eyes. “But your foolishness will cost you, Huk. Yes, I know your name, I know all about you. I know you better than you know yourself. We’re going to be spending a lot of quality time together. The name is Pluvian, but you shall refer to me as Master or Sir. I’ve earned the title, haven’t I? For capturing you?”
Huk’s beak had fallen and he was staring into the sticks. Pluvian shouted “That was a question! Respond!” But Huk went limp and refused to answer. “Very well, you will be punished soon enough. But first, let’s just get you ready for our time together.”
Pluvian sauntered back behind a rock, whistling an irritating tune. Huk’s eyes followed him out of site and then he began to furiously work his beak down through the sticks to try to bite off the restraints. But they were beyond his reach. When he pulled his head back up, there was Pluvian with a noose on a pole. Before Huk could respond Pluvian had flopped the noose over his head and jerked it tight. Pluvian pulled the stick towards him and stood on it to hold Huk’s head down. The mighty eagle bucked and bitched, flapping his wings but with his neck stretched so far forward, and his feet hopelessly dangling below, it was all in vain. Pluvian walked forward up the stick, a leather falconer’s hood in his wings. “Tsk! Tsk! Save your energy! We’re going to have so much fun yet today.” Pluvian slipped the hood over Huk’s head, his feathers just tickling the tip of Huk’s wildly snapping beak. He jerked the braces tight and Huk was in complete darkness.
“There. How’s that? You eagles pretty much go limp when you can’t see anything.” Indeed, Huk was completely disorientated without his eyesight. He had never experienced anything like this for even on the darkest night there was still some light. He felt Pluvian walk back down the stick and pick it up. There was tugging and jerking as though the noose around his neck were being secured to something. Then it was pulled harder. Huk let out some complaining chirps and then a frustrated sigh.
“Pleeease, tell me what you want!”
“Silence! I want you to listen and do exactly as you’re told!”
Next, Pluvian slipped a leather harness over Huk’s back. It had leather cups for each carpus—the “wrist” or outermost joint in the wing that forms the visible bend in the front when a bird’s wings are folded. The cups were strapped to the brachium, the innermost part of the wing, and had eyelets and laces down the back to pull them tightly together. As Pluvian tightened the laces, he remarked, “Oh, yesss… These fit so divinely. Very fine craftsmanship if I don’t say so myself! I made these restraints, you know. How do you like them?”
“They suck!” Huk chirped out.
“Oh come now… you’ll thank me in the morning when your wings aren’t sore and your feathers are intact. Sure I could have made something quick and inferior, but I take pride in my work. Plus, I want you to be completely helpless. You are mine now, Huk. These restraints won’t slip off, they won’t break.” Pluvian leaned forward, his beak right beside Huk’s right ear. He could smell the eagle’s hot breath and clean feathers. He whispered close, “Your ass is mine, Huk. There’s absolutely nothing… NOTHING you can do.” Huk whimpered and wiggled his neck. He tried to lift his wings to knock his captor off but Pluvian jerked a lace and his wings were brought more tightly together with a jolt.
“Screee!” Huk whined loud, partly because of the tight discomfort but mostly because he realized he was defeated. How degrading! Here he was, a mighty eagle whose domain spanned thousands of miles, now the prisoner of a pathetic prey bird.
As Huk whined and chittered miserably, Pluvian went back below into the trap and lashed Huk’s legs together. When he came back up from the trap he pulled Huk, by his neck noose, off of the stick platform, his hog-tied feet dragging behind. They went back behind the rocks where he had earlier retrieved his equipment. The rocks concealed the entrance to a cave. Huk could not see any of this, but he felt the air grow cool and damp and he could hear the gritty echoes of Pluvian’s feet scratching stone. Then he felt himself slide up onto a dry wooden platform that smelt of freshly sawn wood. Pluvian grunted as he tied Huk’s head down pulled his feet back, tying them to opposite corners of the platform. There was also a heavy stick placed between his knees to keep his legs spread wide. Huk could not fathom what all the restraints were for but as more were applied, he felt more and more helpless and hopeless.
Pluvian stopped and panted for a while. “Whew, I’m so glad I chose you and not your mate! She must be one-and-a-half times as heavy as you. But anyway, I prefer males as prey.”
“P-Prey? How can you? You’re a plover! You don’t eat mea—“
Thwack! Thwack! Jab! Pluvian swatted Huk with a leather crop across the back of the shins and jabbed the handle into his side. It was enough to shock Huk but not cause any serious harm. “What did I say?!” Pluvian shouted. “IF you MUST ask a question, you will address me as SIR or MASTER! Do you understand?” Huk did not respond. “YOU WILL ANSWER OR BE PUNISHED!” Huk continued his silent treatment. He still had his pride and would not stoop to address prey as his master. Pluvian slapped Huk’s tail upward, reached his beak deep into Huk’s butt fluff and pinched the upper lip of Huk’s vent—one of the tenderest parts of an eagle.
“AAAAAA!!” Huk screamed and bucked his legs against their restraints. Pluvian knew exactly what he was doing. He let up for a second and then squeezed harder. Huk shrieked with the intense stimulation. That was his personal domain. NO ONE had ever touched him there unless he chose to rub it on his mate’s cloaca. He felt so humiliated because he could not control the sensation or stop his assailant. It was painful, but also simulated deep sensory pathways—a mixture of pain and intense tickling. In the right context it would be sexual but right now it was frightening.
“OK! OK! Please, Master Pluvian, please stop!! I submit! I submit!! AAAA!!” He screamed again as Pluvian jabbed his beak in deeper and nipped at the more delicate internal tissues of Huk’s cloaca. “Noooo, pleeeeease, master, pleeeeease!” He felt the stimulation change now. Pluvian’s beak was smooth and soothing, moving slowly in circles. He felt Pluvian’s tongue flick out and tickle inside. It was no longer hurting but it was still an unwelcome violation. He relaxed slightly—he could take this. He winked his vent tight around Pluvian’s beak and heard the plover make a grunt of approval. Pluvian slid his beak out of Huk’s pink cloaca slowly, sliding his tongue out last, enjoying every wink and twitch of Huk’s tight ass. Huk’s belly feathers bristled from the sensation and he stretched his legs slightly, letting out a sigh. He marveled that somehow this plover knew where an eagle’s erogenous zones were. And the season’s hormones weren’t helping since everything was more easily stimulated. Huk could not help but feel a pleasing tingle in his sensitive vent and he knew that Pluvian had complete control of his pain and his pleasure now.
“Very good, my hen, very good,” Pluvian mumbled as he rubbed under Huk’s tail with his left wing, his eyes smiling with naughtiness. “That bit of pleasure is your reward, hen. Mind me and you feel more pleasure. Displease me, and you get pain or delayed pleasure—right when you want it most. Do you understand, hen?”
Huk knew now that he had control of nothing. All he could hope for was that this kinky bird would be pleased and let him go eventually. He cleared his throat and replied clearly, “Yes sir.”
“Excellent. Let us begin. You are a very lucky hen, Huk. I’ve got a brand new toy to test on you.”
The word “toy” to Huck had a limited meaning. After all, eagles didn’t play with toys very much. It seemed odd that this kinky bird would want him to play with sticks or scraps like young eagles might normally do in the nest. “Master, sir, I stopped playing with toys years ago.”
Pluvian paused in his preparations, “Oh, this is no child’s toy. This is a toy that only an adult would enjoy… an adult, virile, eagle in the throes of breeding season.”
Huk’s beak flushed and he swallowed slowly. “Oh. I s-s-seee, sir.”
Huk could hear Pluvian walk back over in front of him and he felt the braces on the hood loosen. Huk’s head was still stretched forward and tied down by the neck, so there was no way to fight. As the hood came off he saw the cave for the first time. It was dimly lit by candles. He was tied to a wooden platform that seemed to be positioned flat over a small pit. There was a rod through the center so that the platform could be pivoted up and down but it was locked in place right now by beams at each end. There was also a rack on the wall with various devices hanging from it. Pluvian was standing in front of him, setting the hood aside. In his wings was a rather odd-looking object. It was made of pink fleshy material, but it did not appear to be animal flesh. It jiggled when Pluvian moved it about. It was rod-shaped with a deflated bladder-like part on the tip. Along one side were a pair of shiny strips placed closed together. On each of two sides was an indentation that sank deep into the toy. The silicone toy also had a tube with an squeeze pump and a wire were attached to a box with dials. At the base of the rod was a tapered fleshy spiral with a hole in the tip. It resembled a gander’s phallus—something that Huk had seen while dining on goose on more than one occasion. As that recognition sank in, Huk’s eyes widened and he clenched his vent tight.
Pluvian could see Huk’s physiologic reaction and he smiled. “Hehe, yes, I see that you understand what this is for but it’s not quite what you think. I’m quite proud of this device. This was adapted from something humans call an ‘electroejaculator.’ It was used to milk semen from endangered birds so that they could be artificially bred.” Much of this was going over Huk’s head since he had had very little to do with humans. Pluvian saw his puzzlement. “Look here, this thing on the end is called a balloon. It will enlarge and hold the toy deep in your cloaca. And these strips, they will apply stimulation across the nerve endings in your cloaca. Done right, it should feel interesting. At the very least, it will cause you to ejaculate. These grooves here will fit right over your two ejaculatory ducts and channel your semen to here…” Pluvian pointed to the rubbery tip of the fake gander penis.
Huk wanted to ask what he needed eagle semen for but by this time he really wasn’t sure he wanted any more details. The thought of that thing violating his tender eagle hole made him squirm and whimper. Pluvian lifted Huk’s tail high and stroked his belly to part the feathers. He admired the lovely site. Huk’s ass was covered in the fluffiest down and had a slightly musky, feral scent to it. The vent was clean with soft lips. They were yellowish around the outside and pink and moist at the center. Pluvian smeared his beak in a jar of lubrication and then slowly applied it to Huk’s exposed butt. When Huk felt the cool lube touch his sensitive vent lips he jolted and then winked his cloaca, creating moist smacking sounds. Pluvian ran his beak inside again, more gently this time, and stroked around the base of Huk’s tail. The eagle panted and strained. This was so wrong. It felt oddly sensuous but he could not allow it. He pressed down with his abdominal muscles and loosened his cloaca—he was going to shit this bird out. But the loosening only allowed Pluvian to push in farther until his beak penetrated the deepest chamber of the cloaca and droppings splurted out, covering his head in hot creamy white urates. Pluvian jerked his head back and clamped his beak down hard on Huk’s upper vent lip.
Huk screamed with pain, his cries reverberating in the small cave. He struggled but this only made Pluvian bite down harder and slap the sides of Huk’s belly. The stinging slaps and shooting pain were somehow also stimulating him in just the right way and he stretched his legs, feeling his cloaca pulsate deep inside. Pluvian released his bite. “My kinky little hen! Water sports are fun but that was a bit premature. Do only as you are told!”
“Yes, master, yes sir!” was Huk’s whining reply.
He sighed with relief for a brief moment before feeling the platform tilt, his head aiming downward at a 45 degree angle. Then he felt the toy’s cold rod of rubber pressing on his vent lips. He wiggled his ass as the toy was pushed in, his extended knees vibrating against the platform. He let out a straining chirp as it sank deeper. The increased pressure of his chirping caused his vent to relax and the toy popped all the way in.
“Good bird!” Pluvian remarked. He pumped up the balloon tip and Huk’s eyes grew large as he felt the sensation of his cloaca filling. It was an odd sensation, perhaps how a hen felt before she laid an egg. Knowing no other response to a full cloaca, he tried to press the object out. He strained and chirped loudly. Pluvian enjoyed the show as Huk’s vent lips puckered out around the edges of the toy. Fat, wet, pink membranes folding outwards. He licked them with his tongue and felt the pulsating velvety texture.
“As much as I enjoy watching your hot eagle ass pulsate, you really must stop before you hurt yourself.” Huk could feel no progress being made and so he slumped and winked his vent around the toy, trying to accommodate it.
He heard Pluvian behind him mumble, “We’ll start the low setting first…” Suddenly Huk felt a tingling in his mid-cloaca. The tingling tickled intensely and spread up to his rump and tail base. He shook his tail with irritation. “Sir, please! This tickles badly!”
“Oh?” Pluvian replied. He rotated the toy slightly and the tingling suddenly became an intense feeling of pleasure.
“Hunnnhhh! OOOOHAAA!” Huk moaned and tensed his thighs.
“Yes! Excellent!” He flipped the switch off and Huk gasped in and out, catching his breath. “Good! That was to help us find the right spot. Now comes the good part.”
“Sir! Please! Staa-AAA-OOOPPP!” In mid-sentence, Pluvian had cranked the power up and set the unit to pulsate mode. Huk’s legs strained and his tail fanned out for a second and then relaxed. He heaved a moment and then chirped and his eyes bugged out as another spasm of stimulation took him. “OOH!” Then another relaxation phase. Huk wanted to reach around and pull this vile contraption from his cloaca but he could barely turn his head and as soon as he tried to do anything, another ass-wrenching wave of tingling energy shot through his lower nervous system.
Pluvian softly rubbed his own wet crotch, moistening the feathers of his right wing tip. He applied more lube to the blubbery gander phallus that was protruding from Huk’s clenching vent and now it became clear why the platform had been tipped forward. Pluvian twittered with excitement as he lifted his tail and sat slowly down onto the fake goose cock. He ground his drippy vent down over the fat toy, chirping with pleasure. Each time the electroejaculator fired, Huk would grunt or chirp, lift and fan his tail, and the toy would push upward. With just a few strokes, Pluvian’s eyes were rolled back and he was chittering intensely. He strained to speak through his pleasured moans “OOohh, Huk! Yes! OH YES! MMMMmmmm!” Huk’s mind was a mess, jumping from hating Pluvian to wanting sexual release to loathing himself for getting trapped to wanting to jizz like he’s never jizzed before—his thoughts snapped this way and that by the tingling bolts of low voltage across his ejaculatory ducts.
Pluvian had his legs folded up to his chest as he lay on his back, tail down between Huk’s legs, and the goose phallus buried deep in his throbbing cloaca. He loved the rough ride as Huk bucked and bounced causing the toy to jerk up and down inside his loose, wanting hole. His moans had elevated into a long twittery whine, like a female plover peeping for a good fuck. His disheveled feathers elevated and his eyes closed, the whine getting more intense. That’s when he ramped the frequency knob up a few notches and Huk felt the spasms come twice as fast.
“OH! OH! GAA! OOH! CH-CH-CHIIRRRP!! CHIRRRP! GAAAA! CHIRP CHIRP CHIRRRP!” Huk lost control and he felt his cum shooting out in streams. Pluvian flapped his wings and squeaked over and over in ecstasy. He felt his own cloaca clench and jizz as the hot eagle cum filled him and dribbled down his tail.
Pluvian felt Huk’s cumming slow down so he turned the knobs back down and dropped the control, momentarily spent from the intense sexual release. They both lay there breathing heavily, their cloacae throbbing, their vent lips kissing each other around the toy that joined them. The wet, kissing created strands of mucus and cum froth between them.
“Ohhhh my ass that was good! Whew! Did I tell you that I made this? I knew it would work but this time I even surprised myself! And you are being such a good little hen, aren’t you?”
Huk moaned out in exhaustion and exasperation, wanting this to be over and, yet, taking note of how satisfying a complete sexual emptying felt. He hoped that Pluvian was completely satisfied and would let him go.
Pluvian moaned in his high nasally plover voice as he slowly lifted his tail off of the toy. There were flirty, juicy sounds as the soft goose cock pulled out and splashed eagle and plover semen down onto Huk’s upturned ass. A wave of steamy hot burd sex odors wafted over Pluvian and he churred with delight. “Mmmmm… you eagles have such wonderful scent when you fuck. Absolutely delicious!” He turned a valve on the rubber inflator for the toy and a hiss of air indicated that the balloon deflated. Huk moaned and squirmed as he felt the sensation of released pressure and the wash of fluids trickle down into his coprodeum, the deepest chamber of the cloaca where the balloon had filled him.
Pluvian twisted the toy one way and then the other to stimulate Huk to push it out. “OOOOohhhh” moaned Huk and he lifted his tail and bore down. The toy slid up quickly and a fountain of cum and urates erupted out around the toy and down his belly. Some splashed on Pluvian’s beak and he smiled and licked it off.
Fearing reprisal, Huk chirped out, “Master, sorry, I didn’t mean to—“ but Pluvian was not displeased, he was caressing Huk’s plump, gooey vent lips and licking the edges with his tongue.
“Oh no, my little hen, that was right on cue. I’m in control of your urges, your pleasure, your pain. Good bird, yes, that’s a good bird.” Huk could hear soft plipping and smacking sounds as Pluvian lapped up the tangy, salty juices and enjoyed the mess he had made Huk create. Huk tolerated the tender vent play but now that he had sexual release, he really wanted to be up and on his way. The feeling of droppings and cum trickling down his belly was disgusting to him now and he wanted to get cleaned up. It felt sticky, cold, wet, and itchy but he couldn’t preen it or do anything.
The ass-cleaning stopped and Pluvian hopped down to the cave floor. He unblocked the platform and swung it level again and locked it in place. Huk was still on his breast, legs outstretched on the platform, wings bound, and head restrained in a stretched position. Pluvian went to the wall of tools and took down a metal ring-like device. The ring was a short, heavy, cylinder of steel. There two holes on opposite sides of the ring and through these holes was laced a leather thong. The thong was continuous, creating a loop on one side of the ring and a pair of open laces on the other.
“Now be a good little hen and open your beak!” said Pluvian.
Huk was growing weary of this game and scowled back, clamping his beak shut.
“Oh, you like pain, eh? You know, that toy of mine has much, much higher settings. I could put that back in and ride it all day and all night. Make you so sore that you won’t be able to shit or walk for days. Would you like that?”
Huk did not like the thought of that. He reluctantly opened his beak and Pluvian placed the ring into his beak. The looped end of the leather thong slipped over his upper beak. Pluvian tied the loose ends under the lower beak and pulled it tight. The result was the Huk’s beak was propped open, the ring acting as a speculum for passage of his tongue or other items. But Huk could not bite down or open his beak wider.
Pluvian then tightened the neck restraint a bit more so that Huk’s head was flat to the bottom of the platform. Pluvian laid on his back and scooted his pasty, cum-soaked bottom tight against Huk’s beak and up against the ring. “You know what to do, hen. Give me the same treatment that I just gave you.”
Huk’s eye ridges sank a bit and his lower eyelids rose slightly—a very pathetic, sad look on such a normally noble creature. If an eagle could cry, he probably would have at this moment. He slid his tongue tentatively forward until it met with Pluvian’s musky, wet butt. Pluvian winked his juicy vent lips against Huk’s hot tongue. The eagle quivered, his beak corners turned down and his tongue moved back in a gagging motion. There was an escape of rabbit-smelling gas from his esophagus.
Pluvian was splayed out on his back, legs on each side of Huk’s head, Huk’s beak buried in his sticky butt fluff. Pluvian’s head was lifted, looking down his belly into Huk’s eyes. Pluvian’s expression was diabolical, lacked sympathy, and sent a chill through Huk. Then Pluvian put on a face of mock sympathy and jeered, “Oh, poor little birdy. How humiliated you must feel!” Then Pluvian’s face resumed it’s seriousness. “I’m sure that you think that every time you kill and eat something. How does it feel to be the prey now? How does it feel to be bested by an ordinary plover like me?” Pluvian leaned farther forward and struck his beak to Huk’s, staring him down. “You were dumb enough to get caught. Now pay the price. You made a sticky mess of me and I want to be cleaned up. Get to work!” Huk realized that he may lose his breakfast doing this, but he was going to have to do it.
Huk slid his tongue forward again, now extra wet with the salivary flow that came with nausea. His tongue sank into Pluvian’s fluffy soft feathers and found the vile bird’s vent again. Pluvian groaned slowly with pleasure and squirmed, winking his vent against the hot, wet tongue. “Mmmm… move it around, be sure to get all… OooohhhHH… all of our fluids off. How do we taste, hmm?”
Huk wretched and coughed again, wishing he could just vomit breakfast into this bird’s ass and die. He was an eagle so he had eaten genitals and assholes before but for some reason this was worse. Perhaps it was because he was already full of rabbit. Or perhaps it was because the smell of sex was not appealing now that he had climaxed. Whatever it was, he was not enjoying this task but kept trying to please his master and get the chore over with. He lapped Pluvian’s soft backside around and around, tasting every bit of cum and fluid.
Pluvian sensed that Huk was slowing down, think that he was done. “Making you hungry yet? Sink your tongue in there deeper now and get a real taste of Pluvian.”
Huk pressed his tongue into Pluvian’s loose cloaca, the folds parting easily, and his tongue reached far into Pluvian’s body. The plover let out a deep moan and squirmed, his wings stroking the insides of his thighs and upturned legs. “Oooohh, hen! Ooooh! Yes! That’s it! Now lap out your reward! Do it! Lick me out!”
Huk closed his eyes—he couldn’t stand the sight of Pluvian’s everted cloaca. Those velvety pink pillows of pulsating tissue mocked him and the juicy flirty sounds of his plunging tongue were like tattle-tale reminders of how stupid he was to get captured. To top it off, the smell of Pluvian’s wet feathers and sexual fluids and his jeering voice were driving Huk mad. So he clenched his eyes closed and tried to think of happier things. He pretended that he was lapping out the tender meat of a young rabbit. He stroked his tongue in and out faster and faster as if devouring the hot, nutritious blood of his quarry. Pluvian cried with delight, his feet kicking the air and his head writhing in ecstasy on the floor. He couldn’t clearly speak anymore but just moaned out “Ooohh, uhhhh, yyyyaaaa, mmm, nnnggg, yeeesss.” Soon his back arched and his round feathery thighs bristled. His utterings turned to gasps and chirps. Finally his rump tightened and his legs spread out, shaking, his beak reaching upward and grimacing. A convulsion wracked him then and his eyes sprang open “CHIRP!” Huk felt spurts of fluid spatter out from the tight ring of clenching muscle around his tongue. Pluvian gasped and jerked again and then again, pulling off of Huk’s tongue and spattering his face with cum. Huk gagged and licked his beak and then gagged again, coming dangerously close to barfing.
“Oh, nice! Huh huh oooohhh…” Pluvian lay there panting heavily and wafting his body with his wings. It was partly to cool off and partly to enjoy the heavy scent of sex. “Nice job indeed my hen! You seemed to really get into that!”
Huk coughed and swallowed and licked his oral cavity, trying to clear out the thick globs of Pluvian cream. He manage to smile with his eyes and beak slightly, trying to feign happiness at pleasing his master.
But Pluvian knew what Huk was really thinking and he reveled in knowing that his prey was completely under his control. He stood and stroked Huk’s beak and looked close into his left eye. The amber colored eye studied him closely—the pupil pinning and dilating, searching for his master’s approval, hoping for his mercy. Pluvian smiled deviously and he said, “Very nice, indeed! I think that I’m going to have to keep you around a while and see what your other talents are.”
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