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His breath tasted like chemicals and he vaguely remembered being forced to breathe a bitter gas then losing consciousness. Reality gradually seeped back into his skull. He wasn’t at home any more, at least not the home he had grown up with, back in Minnesota in a bookstore. He remembered that now—that he had been brought to Brazil for the future of his species. He was to be mated with one of the last remaining Spix’s macaws. So few were their numbers, less than a hundred in existence, that there was real risk that the species would vanish forever. It was critical to include as much genetic diversity as possible therefore Blu underwent the long journey to Brazil to meet, and hopefully mate with, the beautiful female known as Jewel.\n\nBlu had never been with another parrot of his kind. The photos he had seen of Jewel warmed his heart and stirred something else deep inside. He was raised by humans and like many parrots, had some sense of confusion with what to do with his desires to mate. The surge in hormones he experienced every Spring and Fall drove him mad! He loved his owner, Linda, and tried to convince her to be his mate. He would regurgitate for her, chew up sticks to show his nest preparation skills, and scream and strut. She would nuzzle him but never participated in his nest hunting or accepted his offers of nuptial feeding. There was something missing. The house got too small during those times of year and Linda couldn’t be his mate—she didn’t respond the right way. Blu had never seen other birds pair and mate so he wasn’t even sure what to do. He just knew that he was supposed to do something.\n\nAs his mind cleared, he realized that he was in a metal crate. He peeked out through the holes in the front of the crate—small 1 cm. holes that didn’t offer much of a view. He pressed one of his brown eyes to the hole and studied the adjoining room. It was an artificial habitat. It had plants and vines, branches for perching, and up high on one wall was a piece of natural tree wood with bark on it, screwed to the wall as if patching a hole. He heard a soft squawk and the rousing of feathers. His heart pounded faster.\n\nThere was some clicking and scraping around him and then the door of his crate slide upwards. He backed up at first. He had been anticipating this moment for weeks but now he found himself apprehensive. He studied the room from the safety of his cave, wondering if Jewel would come to investigate. But after 5 minutes, she still hadn’t come down. Blu clicked his talons as he walked to the front of the crate and slowly peered around the corner.\n\nThere was Jewel. A shaft of steamy light projected down upon her from a recessed light overhead. She glowed—a paler blue than Blu. Her body was smaller, her head less bulbous, her breast more shapely. She was a graceful splash of feathered sexiness in Blu’s eyes. She hadn’t seen him and continued to quietly preen her left wing. Blu stared and shuffled forward a bit more, eyes fixated on his glowing mate. He tripped on a stick and fell forward on his beak—still a bit unstable from the anesthesia. Jewel’s head shot out from under her wing and her bright blue eyes fixated on Blu.\n\nShe let out a loud squawk but Blu had no idea what it meant. She squawked again, right at him, her eyes riveted on him and her head and neck feathers fluffed out. She swaggered on her perch. It looked a bit intimidating. She squatted and pooped, weaving back and forth on her perch. It looked like she was preparing to fly.\n\nBlu squawked back sheepishly. Jewel’s eyes opened wide and her beak clenched. She flew down off of her perch and powered hard straight at Blu. Before Blu knew what was happening he was slammed to the floor on his back and Jewel was screaming in his face. He flailed and tried to get away but she squawked and pinned him down nonetheless. Finally, Blu slipped out of her talons and ran around the floor. He hadn’t yet learned to fly more than a few hops so he couldn’t get far. As he ran around the floor he screamed and squawked, in his dialect of macaw, “Hey! Why are you angry! Help! Someone! Let me outta here! She’s crazy!!” She didn’t seem to understand though and kept chasing and screaming.\n\nBacked into a corner, Blu turned in desperation, flared his wings and head feathers and squawked back at Jewel. To him, he was saying “Stop! Stop!” Surprisingly, Jewel stopped but it was hard to tell if she was intimidated by his fighting stance or if she finally understood his screams. She kept her own tall, fluffed stance, weaving her head back and forth and he matched it, panting and catching his breath. The stalemate went on for minutes, then an hour, then two hours. Finally, the lights became dimmer and dimmer as the day came to a close and the artificial lighting simulated the end of the day.\n\nBlu didn’t sleep that night. He just perched, terrified in the corner, ready to fight for his life. Jewel eventually flew up to a perch, ate a meal, and was still up there somewhere. He could tell she was there because he would occasionally here a soft squawk or a pattering rain of expelled droppings.\n\nThe next day, Blu fared no better. Jewel stayed on her high perches watching him constantly. Even as she ate or preened, she kept one eye open and trained on him at all times. The entire day passed without a squawk uttered between the two birds. The next day, food was provided for Blu at ground level but it was still another entire day before Blu ventured forth to eat some. Jewel watched him, wound up tight like a spring, ready to pounce on him if he should misstep.\n\nBy the end of the fourth day, Blu was a wreck. He’d barely slept a wink and was reduced to cowering in the corner, fluffed up, nodding off, gizzard growling for lack of consistent nourishment. He missed his home, his perch, his food, and he no longer cared to ever see Jewel, or any of his kind, again. It was clear to him that he didn’t fit.\n\nThat night he found respite as Linda returned and removed him from the breeding chamber. It was such a relief for him and he ate and rested well for the first time in days. But his work was just beginning.\n\n[u]The Apparatus[/u]\n\nIn the days that followed, Blu received top care and plenty of human attention. Linda, and others, spent 3 sessions per day with Blu teaching him to touch targets with his beak for tasty food rewards. The treats were a particularly oily and tasty nut that he had never encountered before. He wondered if it was a treat typical of the kinds that his relatives were eating in the forests.\n\nSoon, the target training expanded to include slipping nylon straps over his back and under his wings. Then he was trained to accept the straps being clipped together to form a harness around his body. Then he learned to accept straps on his legs. He didn’t know what this all meant but it didn’t matter as long as Linda was there and he was rewarded with tasty treats.\n\nThen the training became even more bizarre and complicated. Blu would be fitted with the harness, the leg straps, and then be secured to a padded plastic board. When he was fully secured in the apparatus, his legs were spread, his body was locked in place, and he could scarcely move his head. The first time he found himself restrained this way, he almost panicked. But then Linda was there and she reassured him with a tender stroke of his head and more tasty treats. They kept him strapped in for less than a minute the first time, then a minute, and gradually, all the way up to 10 minutes. Soon he was perfectly happy being strapped in and showered with treats, kisses, and head strokes. But he did wonder where this game would eventually go.\n\nThe next step proved to be rather bizarre and disquieting indeed. After being secured in his harness and strapped to the board, a human with warm, gloved hands began massaging his tail base, the backs of his thighs, and even his vent. It was a place that Linda seldom touched him and he neither liked nor disliked it when she did. But for a stranger to do it, and while strapped to this board, was quite strange. But the stroking was short-lived and more normal petting and treats were offered. And so it went, alternately stroking his ass and then his head and offering him those delicious nut fragments.\n\nAs the stroking intensified and the duration increased, he found a new sensation come over him. It felt good when they pet the sides of his tail. His vent would tingle and he winked it against their fingers. He cooed and stretched his legs against the restraints. He felt urges to snuggle and rub his vent—he wanted to mate and he finally realized what they wanted him to do. He rubbed his vent hard against their fingers and churred, his big brown eyes glazing over with primitive passion. He spread his fluffy blue belly feathers, rubbed his vent side to side on the researcher’s fingers, and panted and squirmed. His wings shook and all his feathers stood on end. As he winked his vent firmly the pleasure intensified and he could feel juices drool out and stick to the probing fingers. As he rubbed and huffed, a tingling sensation ascended up his breast, his neck, to his nape and head. As it reached his head he grunted out and pressed his vent hard to the researchers hand. He felt his cloaca spurt fluid and a wave of hot release washed over his body. It felt really, really good and he no longer needed nuts to feel rewarded.\n\nThis process was repeated twice a day for a week. After each session, when he was put back in his own cage in another room, he would hear Jewel squawking in the adjoining lab, sometimes interspersed with pained yelps and soft cursing from the technicians. It seemed that Jewel was not as cooperative. If only she could realize that the humans were going to do something that felt really good. If only she trusted them more. She seemed like an angry and obstinate bird to Blu.\n\nOne day Blu was returned to his cage and given a tasty green nut to work on. The humans left the door to the research lab open and Blu saw what they were doing to Jewel. She was being held by one researcher using leather gloves and a towel so that only her fluffy bottom was exposed. Another man was parting her fluff to expose her vent. Blu dropped his nut when he saw those plump pale pink lips. He watched intently, feeling his own vent throb in tune with her winking vent. The man parted the lips wide exposing the red, soft interior of Jewel’s cloaca. He took a thin plastic tube with pale watery fluid in it and discharged the fluid into her cloaca. The tube and fluid looked familiar to Blu. He realized then what had been happening all along—they were taking his semen and injecting it into Jewel!\n\nTo Blu, this was both arousing and yet terrible. Despite what the humans thought, Blu understood what was at stake. His species was near extinction. But he also cared for Jewel’s dignity, even if she didn’t care about him. He pondered the matter all day and barely ate. For some reason, he was not required to “perform” again that day. After ejaculating twice daily for a week, he quickly felt pent-up and that night he dreamed of caressing Jewel’s pulsing cloaca with his own and finally making her his mate.\n\n[u]Cumming Together[/u]\n\nThe next morning went as usual—Blu happily took his station in the restraint device and prepared to deliver his most passionate donation yet. He closed his eyes and relaxed his vent. He had had plenty of time to think about those pink lips he had seen yesterday and he had come to the realization that perhaps the best thing he could do was make sure she received the best he had to offer. Then, maybe, when she laid fertile eggs, the procedures would stop and she would be left alone again. Maybe somehow she would even realize that Blu was the father of her eggs and she would accept him.\n\nAs his mind pondered all of this he heard Jewel squawking. His eyes shot open and he looked around. The door opened and another man carried Jewel into the room. She was strapped into a device like Blu’s. The man secured the device to an armature in front of Blu. Jewel’s eyes were wild and scared as she looked at the men, then at the apparatus, and then at Blu. Then there was a spark of hatred among the confusion—an enmity for her caretakers. That look of hatred now rested upon Blu. Blu couldn’t understand her squawks but that look was universal—he didn’t need to comprehend her words. One of the technicians taped her beak shut and her squawking quieted down, replaced by angry muffled mutterings. \n\nJewel was moved closer to Blu and he struggled for a moment with fear. Someone patted his head and offered him a nut. Blu took it and tossed it away. This was no time for such trifles. He squawked out “Hey, she’s not enjoying this! Let her go!” but the humans couldn’t understand his words. His eyes were riveted on the technicians, his feathers up, and the same enmity that Jewel had just expressed was in his eyes now. Jewel stopped struggling and watched him intently. She couldn’t understand his words, but that look was universal—and it was directed at their common enemy. Slowly her feathers stood up again and she fought and screamed through her taped beak.\n\nThen the birds were moved closer together until their breast feathers touched. It took Blu a full minute to realize that they were touching, such was his passionate cursing and shouting at the technicians. When he looked into Jewel’s eyes again, she was looking back at him, panting and huffing through her closed beak and nares. She blinked her eyes and her angry pupils widened. She blinked again and the eyes were softer. She was realizing that this strange bird was defending her, as best he could. As best as any bird could when restrained like this.\n\nBlu reached forward and tapped his beak to hers. Her head was restrained and could not move, such was the concern that she might hurt Blu. But his was not restrained. He stroked her beak to try to soothe her, his eyes full of tenderness and sympathy when he looked into hers and then cold hatred when they looked up at the technicians.\n\nThen the birds were moved tightly together, their vents pressed together. They both struggled and squawked again for a moment but their heaving and panting caused their air-filled bodies to puff and rub against each other. Jewel screamed hard and Blu felt those plump, tender lips press against his and he couldn’t help but wink his vent. This stopped Jewel in mid-scream. She could feel the moist heat of Blu’s vent, pulsating against hers and her vent softened in response. She felt a tingling in her tail base and her nape fluffed out.\n\nBlu looked at her sympathetically and tried to pull his vent away but where could he go? He bucked and struggled again, screaming curses at the humans. As he did this, Jewel looked down at her breast rubbing Blu’s. She began to struggle too but her exertion and grunting only caused her vent to bulge and push tighter to Blu’s. Her voice cracked and her breathing spasmed. She closed her eyes and winked her cloaca producing soft kissing sounds against Blu’s hot hole and it felt good.\n\nBlu stretched his legs and quivered, panting in short breaths, “Sq-Sq-Sq-Sq-Squawwwwwwk.” They both stopped acknowledging the technicians and stared at each other as the physical sensations and a common empathy took over.\n\nBlu knew this was so wrong but he felt a powerful urge to fuck Jewel. Deep in his lower brain the desire grew to lock his talons to her fluffy rump while she clamped onto a branch. He would thrust and pound her winky hole until he filled her full of his seed and it rained on the forest below. He would fuck her until she moaned and her ass bubbled over with cum. Those were the dreams he had had the night before—primitive feral fuckings with the bird of his dreams. He felt intense excitement now the he was close to realizing those dreams but intense guilt that she was being forced to receive it.\n\nHe thought to himself, “Perhaps she wouldn’t be completely unwilling.” He slowly blinked and his beak reached farther forward, caressing Jewel’s left cheek and eye. She sighed and fluffed her head to his preening. She felt a wave of excitement from her head to her vent and she pressed her open cloaca tightly to Blu’s with a deep churring sound. Blu responded by smooching his cloaca back against hers. He licked her cheek and panted hotly against her closed left eye.\n\nHe began to rub his vent up and down against Jewel’s, pulsing his lips open each time their wet, velvety cloacae smooched. He could feel the moistness spreading around their soft holes—some of it his, some of it hers, mixing together and producing a new smell to Blu’s nares. It was the primitive smell of kissing cloacae. It was the smell of hot bird sex. It overpowered his guilt and his hatred of his human deceivers.\n\nBlu let out a long low squawk and his tail pumping increased in intensity and speed. He bucked his legs and winked his tingling hole now each time it rubbed Jewel’s everted cloaca. His ejaculatory ducts plumped and everted through his tight vent, their sensitive membranes tickling as they felt Jewel’s hot, wet membranes. She squirmed and closed her eyes, panting now and rubbing her beak against Blue’s ear feathers. She was locked in passionate, fluffy, hot coitus. Her cloaca spasmed and relaxed wider and Blu could feel a soft pillow of slick tissue press against his ejaculatory ducts. It was Jewel’s oviduct pressing outward and ready to receive his seed. Blu pumped harder and harder, his panting turning to low macaw moans and his feathers fluffed out all over his body. Jewel squirmed in response and pressed harder to him, chirping softly with each of Blu’s thrusts. Blu’s eyes opened wide and he thrust furiously several more times, losing control and spurting all over Jewel’s everted love canal. “Sq-Sq-Sq-Sq-SQ-SQ-SQUAWW---SQUAAAAWWWWWWKK!-AWK!-AAAAAAAAWWWK!!” Jewel’s eyes closed tightly and she spanked her sloppy ass to Blu’s, causing him to wink and spasm and discharge every last bit of seed into her. She heaved and panted and whined against him. He was spent and simply hugged her as best he could with his head, churring all the while, “It’s ok, love. It’s ok, love. Fuck the humans, we have each other now.” She chirped back submissively as Blu did this. Although he couldn’t understand her words, he knew that she felt the same.\n\nIn the days ahead, Blu was again introduced to Jewel in her aviary. This time the reception was completely the opposite of their first encounter. They wasted no time. They hugged and allopreened the morning away and soon were seen chewing open the wooden hatch on the wall. They worked together to open the nest cavity and this told the technicians that all was well. A macaw couple that work together to build a nest will be committed to breeding. Jewel and Blu enjoyed each other’s love many times. Blu had his feral fuck fantasies met and exceeded. More importantly, he and Jewel lovingly reared many chicks for the Spix macaw recovery program and helped save their species from extinction.\n\nTHE END\n\n","writing_bbcode_parsed":"
Unlikely Mates
Blu and Jewel are forced to cum together
By M. E. Vehnt


Disclaimer: This is a commissioned bird porn story and does not reflect any actual events or methods. Actual species recovery programs employ various techniques such as captive natural breeding and artificial insemination but do not force birds to copulate. They treat the participating birds with the utmost respect and care. The challenge was to specifically portray a forced, unwilling, restrained mating of these two characters and I delivered per the letter of the commission. Also, the characters are not my property but borrowed (fan fiction) from the movie Rio (Blue Sky Studios, 20th Century Fox, 2011). This is NOT in any way officially connected with the movie. Enjoy, but don’t take this story seriously in any way.

A Tense Introduction

Blu awoke slowly. There was a steady ringing in his ears and a pounding in his head. His breath tasted like chemicals and he vaguely remembered being forced to breathe a bitter gas then losing consciousness. Reality gradually seeped back into his skull. He wasn’t at home any more, at least not the home he had grown up with, back in Minnesota in a bookstore. He remembered that now—that he had been brought to Brazil for the future of his species. He was to be mated with one of the last remaining Spix’s macaws. So few were their numbers, less than a hundred in existence, that there was real risk that the species would vanish forever. It was critical to include as much genetic diversity as possible therefore Blu underwent the long journey to Brazil to meet, and hopefully mate with, the beautiful female known as Jewel.

Blu had never been with another parrot of his kind. The photos he had seen of Jewel warmed his heart and stirred something else deep inside. He was raised by humans and like many parrots, had some sense of confusion with what to do with his desires to mate. The surge in hormones he experienced every Spring and Fall drove him mad! He loved his owner, Linda, and tried to convince her to be his mate. He would regurgitate for her, chew up sticks to show his nest preparation skills, and scream and strut. She would nuzzle him but never participated in his nest hunting or accepted his offers of nuptial feeding. There was something missing. The house got too small during those times of year and Linda couldn’t be his mate—she didn’t respond the right way. Blu had never seen other birds pair and mate so he wasn’t even sure what to do. He just knew that he was supposed to do something.

As his mind cleared, he realized that he was in a metal crate. He peeked out through the holes in the front of the crate—small 1 cm. holes that didn’t offer much of a view. He pressed one of his brown eyes to the hole and studied the adjoining room. It was an artificial habitat. It had plants and vines, branches for perching, and up high on one wall was a piece of natural tree wood with bark on it, screwed to the wall as if patching a hole. He heard a soft squawk and the rousing of feathers. His heart pounded faster.

There was some clicking and scraping around him and then the door of his crate slide upwards. He backed up at first. He had been anticipating this moment for weeks but now he found himself apprehensive. He studied the room from the safety of his cave, wondering if Jewel would come to investigate. But after 5 minutes, she still hadn’t come down. Blu clicked his talons as he walked to the front of the crate and slowly peered around the corner.

There was Jewel. A shaft of steamy light projected down upon her from a recessed light overhead. She glowed—a paler blue than Blu. Her body was smaller, her head less bulbous, her breast more shapely. She was a graceful splash of feathered sexiness in Blu’s eyes. She hadn’t seen him and continued to quietly preen her left wing. Blu stared and shuffled forward a bit more, eyes fixated on his glowing mate. He tripped on a stick and fell forward on his beak—still a bit unstable from the anesthesia. Jewel’s head shot out from under her wing and her bright blue eyes fixated on Blu.

She let out a loud squawk but Blu had no idea what it meant. She squawked again, right at him, her eyes riveted on him and her head and neck feathers fluffed out. She swaggered on her perch. It looked a bit intimidating. She squatted and pooped, weaving back and forth on her perch. It looked like she was preparing to fly.

Blu squawked back sheepishly. Jewel’s eyes opened wide and her beak clenched. She flew down off of her perch and powered hard straight at Blu. Before Blu knew what was happening he was slammed to the floor on his back and Jewel was screaming in his face. He flailed and tried to get away but she squawked and pinned him down nonetheless. Finally, Blu slipped out of her talons and ran around the floor. He hadn’t yet learned to fly more than a few hops so he couldn’t get far. As he ran around the floor he screamed and squawked, in his dialect of macaw, “Hey! Why are you angry! Help! Someone! Let me outta here! She’s crazy!!” She didn’t seem to understand though and kept chasing and screaming.

Backed into a corner, Blu turned in desperation, flared his wings and head feathers and squawked back at Jewel. To him, he was saying “Stop! Stop!” Surprisingly, Jewel stopped but it was hard to tell if she was intimidated by his fighting stance or if she finally understood his screams. She kept her own tall, fluffed stance, weaving her head back and forth and he matched it, panting and catching his breath. The stalemate went on for minutes, then an hour, then two hours. Finally, the lights became dimmer and dimmer as the day came to a close and the artificial lighting simulated the end of the day.

Blu didn’t sleep that night. He just perched, terrified in the corner, ready to fight for his life. Jewel eventually flew up to a perch, ate a meal, and was still up there somewhere. He could tell she was there because he would occasionally here a soft squawk or a pattering rain of expelled droppings.

The next day, Blu fared no better. Jewel stayed on her high perches watching him constantly. Even as she ate or preened, she kept one eye open and trained on him at all times. The entire day passed without a squawk uttered between the two birds. The next day, food was provided for Blu at ground level but it was still another entire day before Blu ventured forth to eat some. Jewel watched him, wound up tight like a spring, ready to pounce on him if he should misstep.

By the end of the fourth day, Blu was a wreck. He’d barely slept a wink and was reduced to cowering in the corner, fluffed up, nodding off, gizzard growling for lack of consistent nourishment. He missed his home, his perch, his food, and he no longer cared to ever see Jewel, or any of his kind, again. It was clear to him that he didn’t fit.

That night he found respite as Linda returned and removed him from the breeding chamber. It was such a relief for him and he ate and rested well for the first time in days. But his work was just beginning.

The Apparatus

In the days that followed, Blu received top care and plenty of human attention. Linda, and others, spent 3 sessions per day with Blu teaching him to touch targets with his beak for tasty food rewards. The treats were a particularly oily and tasty nut that he had never encountered before. He wondered if it was a treat typical of the kinds that his relatives were eating in the forests.

Soon, the target training expanded to include slipping nylon straps over his back and under his wings. Then he was trained to accept the straps being clipped together to form a harness around his body. Then he learned to accept straps on his legs. He didn’t know what this all meant but it didn’t matter as long as Linda was there and he was rewarded with tasty treats.

Then the training became even more bizarre and complicated. Blu would be fitted with the harness, the leg straps, and then be secured to a padded plastic board. When he was fully secured in the apparatus, his legs were spread, his body was locked in place, and he could scarcely move his head. The first time he found himself restrained this way, he almost panicked. But then Linda was there and she reassured him with a tender stroke of his head and more tasty treats. They kept him strapped in for less than a minute the first time, then a minute, and gradually, all the way up to 10 minutes. Soon he was perfectly happy being strapped in and showered with treats, kisses, and head strokes. But he did wonder where this game would eventually go.

The next step proved to be rather bizarre and disquieting indeed. After being secured in his harness and strapped to the board, a human with warm, gloved hands began massaging his tail base, the backs of his thighs, and even his vent. It was a place that Linda seldom touched him and he neither liked nor disliked it when she did. But for a stranger to do it, and while strapped to this board, was quite strange. But the stroking was short-lived and more normal petting and treats were offered. And so it went, alternately stroking his ass and then his head and offering him those delicious nut fragments.

As the stroking intensified and the duration increased, he found a new sensation come over him. It felt good when they pet the sides of his tail. His vent would tingle and he winked it against their fingers. He cooed and stretched his legs against the restraints. He felt urges to snuggle and rub his vent—he wanted to mate and he finally realized what they wanted him to do. He rubbed his vent hard against their fingers and churred, his big brown eyes glazing over with primitive passion. He spread his fluffy blue belly feathers, rubbed his vent side to side on the researcher’s fingers, and panted and squirmed. His wings shook and all his feathers stood on end. As he winked his vent firmly the pleasure intensified and he could feel juices drool out and stick to the probing fingers. As he rubbed and huffed, a tingling sensation ascended up his breast, his neck, to his nape and head. As it reached his head he grunted out and pressed his vent hard to the researchers hand. He felt his cloaca spurt fluid and a wave of hot release washed over his body. It felt really, really good and he no longer needed nuts to feel rewarded.

This process was repeated twice a day for a week. After each session, when he was put back in his own cage in another room, he would hear Jewel squawking in the adjoining lab, sometimes interspersed with pained yelps and soft cursing from the technicians. It seemed that Jewel was not as cooperative. If only she could realize that the humans were going to do something that felt really good. If only she trusted them more. She seemed like an angry and obstinate bird to Blu.

One day Blu was returned to his cage and given a tasty green nut to work on. The humans left the door to the research lab open and Blu saw what they were doing to Jewel. She was being held by one researcher using leather gloves and a towel so that only her fluffy bottom was exposed. Another man was parting her fluff to expose her vent. Blu dropped his nut when he saw those plump pale pink lips. He watched intently, feeling his own vent throb in tune with her winking vent. The man parted the lips wide exposing the red, soft interior of Jewel’s cloaca. He took a thin plastic tube with pale watery fluid in it and discharged the fluid into her cloaca. The tube and fluid looked familiar to Blu. He realized then what had been happening all along—they were taking his semen and injecting it into Jewel!

To Blu, this was both arousing and yet terrible. Despite what the humans thought, Blu understood what was at stake. His species was near extinction. But he also cared for Jewel’s dignity, even if she didn’t care about him. He pondered the matter all day and barely ate. For some reason, he was not required to “perform” again that day. After ejaculating twice daily for a week, he quickly felt pent-up and that night he dreamed of caressing Jewel’s pulsing cloaca with his own and finally making her his mate.

Cumming Together

The next morning went as usual—Blu happily took his station in the restraint device and prepared to deliver his most passionate donation yet. He closed his eyes and relaxed his vent. He had had plenty of time to think about those pink lips he had seen yesterday and he had come to the realization that perhaps the best thing he could do was make sure she received the best he had to offer. Then, maybe, when she laid fertile eggs, the procedures would stop and she would be left alone again. Maybe somehow she would even realize that Blu was the father of her eggs and she would accept him.

As his mind pondered all of this he heard Jewel squawking. His eyes shot open and he looked around. The door opened and another man carried Jewel into the room. She was strapped into a device like Blu’s. The man secured the device to an armature in front of Blu. Jewel’s eyes were wild and scared as she looked at the men, then at the apparatus, and then at Blu. Then there was a spark of hatred among the confusion—an enmity for her caretakers. That look of hatred now rested upon Blu. Blu couldn’t understand her squawks but that look was universal—he didn’t need to comprehend her words. One of the technicians taped her beak shut and her squawking quieted down, replaced by angry muffled mutterings.

Jewel was moved closer to Blu and he struggled for a moment with fear. Someone patted his head and offered him a nut. Blu took it and tossed it away. This was no time for such trifles. He squawked out “Hey, she’s not enjoying this! Let her go!” but the humans couldn’t understand his words. His eyes were riveted on the technicians, his feathers up, and the same enmity that Jewel had just expressed was in his eyes now. Jewel stopped struggling and watched him intently. She couldn’t understand his words, but that look was universal—and it was directed at their common enemy. Slowly her feathers stood up again and she fought and screamed through her taped beak.

Then the birds were moved closer together until their breast feathers touched. It took Blu a full minute to realize that they were touching, such was his passionate cursing and shouting at the technicians. When he looked into Jewel’s eyes again, she was looking back at him, panting and huffing through her closed beak and nares. She blinked her eyes and her angry pupils widened. She blinked again and the eyes were softer. She was realizing that this strange bird was defending her, as best he could. As best as any bird could when restrained like this.

Blu reached forward and tapped his beak to hers. Her head was restrained and could not move, such was the concern that she might hurt Blu. But his was not restrained. He stroked her beak to try to soothe her, his eyes full of tenderness and sympathy when he looked into hers and then cold hatred when they looked up at the technicians.

Then the birds were moved tightly together, their vents pressed together. They both struggled and squawked again for a moment but their heaving and panting caused their air-filled bodies to puff and rub against each other. Jewel screamed hard and Blu felt those plump, tender lips press against his and he couldn’t help but wink his vent. This stopped Jewel in mid-scream. She could feel the moist heat of Blu’s vent, pulsating against hers and her vent softened in response. She felt a tingling in her tail base and her nape fluffed out.

Blu looked at her sympathetically and tried to pull his vent away but where could he go? He bucked and struggled again, screaming curses at the humans. As he did this, Jewel looked down at her breast rubbing Blu’s. She began to struggle too but her exertion and grunting only caused her vent to bulge and push tighter to Blu’s. Her voice cracked and her breathing spasmed. She closed her eyes and winked her cloaca producing soft kissing sounds against Blu’s hot hole and it felt good.

Blu stretched his legs and quivered, panting in short breaths, “Sq-Sq-Sq-Sq-Squawwwwwwk.” They both stopped acknowledging the technicians and stared at each other as the physical sensations and a common empathy took over.

Blu knew this was so wrong but he felt a powerful urge to fuck Jewel. Deep in his lower brain the desire grew to lock his talons to her fluffy rump while she clamped onto a branch. He would thrust and pound her winky hole until he filled her full of his seed and it rained on the forest below. He would fuck her until she moaned and her ass bubbled over with cum. Those were the dreams he had had the night before—primitive feral fuckings with the bird of his dreams. He felt intense excitement now the he was close to realizing those dreams but intense guilt that she was being forced to receive it.

He thought to himself, “Perhaps she wouldn’t be completely unwilling.” He slowly blinked and his beak reached farther forward, caressing Jewel’s left cheek and eye. She sighed and fluffed her head to his preening. She felt a wave of excitement from her head to her vent and she pressed her open cloaca tightly to Blu’s with a deep churring sound. Blu responded by smooching his cloaca back against hers. He licked her cheek and panted hotly against her closed left eye.

He began to rub his vent up and down against Jewel’s, pulsing his lips open each time their wet, velvety cloacae smooched. He could feel the moistness spreading around their soft holes—some of it his, some of it hers, mixing together and producing a new smell to Blu’s nares. It was the primitive smell of kissing cloacae. It was the smell of hot bird sex. It overpowered his guilt and his hatred of his human deceivers.

Blu let out a long low squawk and his tail pumping increased in intensity and speed. He bucked his legs and winked his tingling hole now each time it rubbed Jewel’s everted cloaca. His ejaculatory ducts plumped and everted through his tight vent, their sensitive membranes tickling as they felt Jewel’s hot, wet membranes. She squirmed and closed her eyes, panting now and rubbing her beak against Blue’s ear feathers. She was locked in passionate, fluffy, hot coitus. Her cloaca spasmed and relaxed wider and Blu could feel a soft pillow of slick tissue press against his ejaculatory ducts. It was Jewel’s oviduct pressing outward and ready to receive his seed. Blu pumped harder and harder, his panting turning to low macaw moans and his feathers fluffed out all over his body. Jewel squirmed in response and pressed harder to him, chirping softly with each of Blu’s thrusts. Blu’s eyes opened wide and he thrust furiously several more times, losing control and spurting all over Jewel’s everted love canal. “Sq-Sq-Sq-Sq-SQ-SQ-SQUAWW---SQUAAAAWWWWWWKK!-AWK!-AAAAAAAAWWWK!!” Jewel’s eyes closed tightly and she spanked her sloppy ass to Blu’s, causing him to wink and spasm and discharge every last bit of seed into her. She heaved and panted and whined against him. He was spent and simply hugged her as best he could with his head, churring all the while, “It’s ok, love. It’s ok, love. Fuck the humans, we have each other now.” She chirped back submissively as Blu did this. Although he couldn’t understand her words, he knew that she felt the same.

In the days ahead, Blu was again introduced to Jewel in her aviary. This time the reception was completely the opposite of their first encounter. They wasted no time. They hugged and allopreened the morning away and soon were seen chewing open the wooden hatch on the wall. They worked together to open the nest cavity and this told the technicians that all was well. A macaw couple that work together to build a nest will be committed to breeding. Jewel and Blu enjoyed each other’s love many times. Blu had his feral fuck fantasies met and exceeded. More importantly, he and Jewel lovingly reared many chicks for the Spix macaw recovery program and helped save their species from extinction.

THE END

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