“Rumble in the Rainforest”
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This is an adult story (readers 18 years and older only please) and contains acts of sexual intercourse between birds.[/color]
Blu, Fillipe, Jewel, and the scarlet macaw chief are all characters borrowed from Rio 2, property of Blue Sky Studios and 20th Century Fox. This adult fan fiction is not the responsibility of these companies.
The mid-day sun was high and hot as two bright blue Spix macaws flew over the high leafy trees of the upper Amazon jungle. It was Blu and Roberto, on their way towards the territory of the scarlet macaw tribe that lived up the valley. Eduardo’s words echoed in their brains: “I’m putting you in charge of our future—don’t let me down!”
Humans were continuing to slash and burn the forest and the macaws were running out of places to live. It was time to make a last stand here, at this valley, and work together to stop the destruction. The macaws had worked together once in the past and stopped the advancing destruction. However, it was only a short time before the old distrust of the two bird tribes had returned and they kept to themselves on opposite ends of a river gorge. Humanity had not learned its lesson either and once again dozers were on the verge of wiping out the macaws’ last home.
Blu had wanted to get humans involved but Eduardo was steadfastly against it. They had proven unreliable in his eyes. He said that he would rather team up with other birds to solve the problem than trust humans again. But he had suffered an injury to his wing during the last fight against the loggers and was not able to fly far or fight hard. Reluctantly, Eduardo had sent these Roberto and Blu as his emissaries to work out a hasty peace because there seemed to be no other way. “Besides,” he had said gruffly, “it’s time for the next generation to take charge.”
Blu and Roberto found the scarlet tribe right where they expected—lounging on shaded clay cliffs during the mid-day heat. The birds let out a raucous greeting and some rose up into the air to meet the two visitors. The two stayed closed together and circled around, showing that they had no hostile intentions. Two of the largest bright red macaws closed in on their wingtips and squawked out, “Get out! You’re not welcome!”
Blu fumbled in his words, “Oh! Uh, we’re here to sex your chief!”
“What!? Pervert!” The macaw on Blu’s wingtip angrily slapped Blu’s wing and made him falter in flight.
Roberto shouted out confidently, “We’re here to SEE Filipe, your chief! We have important news for your chief!”
A wave of red wings erupted up from the cliffs and buzzed around the two blue birds. Blu was sure that he was about to be shredded into confetti and even Roberto looked concerned. But the flock parted and created a corridor leading straight down to a great tree on the edge of the red cliffs. There was a great junction of heavy branches in the top of the tree that formed an obvious meeting place below a covering crown of foliage. Blu and Roberto descended through the swirling tunnel in the dense flock and landed in a flash of blue in the center of the tree. There was an opening in one of the thickest branches and before it was standing an attractive female scarlet macaw.
Blu and Roberto were transfixed by this slim, graceful, and stunningly red bird before them. Roberto slicked his longer head feathers back with one wing and they fluffed and bounced about like the hair of a Latin rock star. The noisy flock settled down into the branches around the meeting place and overflowed into the surrounding trees to try to hear what was about to transpire. The female scarlet held her head high but smiled and batted her eyelashes, “Please excuse the suspicion of the sentries. I am Sofia.” She leaned forward slightly and fluffed her body feathers then stood up straight.
Roberto’s eyes pinned with excitement at the sight of her. He cleared his throat and replied, “I am Filipe and this is Blu. Thank you for kindly receiving us HYPERLINK "https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&es... señorita .” Roberto bowed and his long head feathers flopped forward and back like a debonair wave of the hand.
Sofia walked forward, her lovely red tail sweeping back and forth with the roll of her accentuated shapely hips. Blu’s beak dropped open a little and his eyes wobbled back and forth with the movement of Sofia’s rump. Then they encountered the fruity musk of her feathers. As it reached their nares, they both inhaled and deeply and exhaled slowly, their eyes lifting slightly as they processed the heavenly aroma.
Sofia offered out her right wing and Filipe took it in his then reached down humbly and preened it lightly like the kiss of a gentleman on the hand of a lady. He turned up his head and their eyes met, hers half-lidded with accented dark eyelashes. Roberto’s heart raced—he had not met such an exciting hen in his life. He was trying to be professional and gracious to his female host but was finding it difficult to resist the urges of his heart and his loins.
Blu was only slightly less susceptible to her charms. He shook his head to clear it and bowed briefly. “My dear, we are here to—“
Sofia smiled and waved her wing to stop his words, “Please, please, stay here while I take Roberto in to meet with Philipe. Please, Blu, these ladies will provide whatever you desire.” She waved her right wing and a group of young female scarlets flapped up holding fruits and nuts in their beaks. They giggled as they landed and crowded around Blu and he found himself delightfully trapped as he sheepishly accepted their treats and friendly preens.
Roberto took Sofia’s wing in his and strutted off towards the opening from where she had emerged, their rumps and tails brushing together back and forth as they walked. With each touch of her tail against his, Roberto’s passion was stimulated and he wondered how long he could resist her charms.
They walked into the dark hollow and crawled along a tunnel in the interior of a thick branch. Sofia crawled ahead, her scent filling the dark tunnel and her tail tickling Roberto’s face. He could hear his own heart thumping and feel his cloaca pulsing. Roberto thought to himself, “I mustn’t forget my mission, but how can I resist this hen? I am a handsome cock and she is a lovely hen. What torture this is!”
Finally they emerged from the lower trunk onto a broad branch. The branch bridged over a babbling brook and connected to a rise in the ground. Roberto had expected a kingly perch and the humbling presence of Filipe, the great scarlet macaw chief. Instead, there was a tiny clearing in the leaf-strewn ground surrounded by dense foliage and dappled in yellow and green sunlight. The babbling brook and the twittering of birds high in the trees created lovely background music for this secluded place. There was a bed of woven mosses and soft grasses littered with pink flower petals in the center of the tiny clearing.
Sofia slowed her walk, pronouncing the movement of her round hips a little more as she stopped and turned around. Her eyes and beak were half open, her wide pupils looking back under her white eyelids, straight into Roberto’s heart. Roberto gulped… he realized that they weren’t actually meeting with Filipe yet. His heart thumped loudly and his pupils pinned small for a moment and his beak blushed. He had never met such a lovely, and assertive, hen before except in his moistest dreams.
“We’ll meet with Filipe soon, my dear” she said as she pressed her fluffy breast close to Roberto’s and touched her beak to his. Roberto’s knees were weak and he vibrated with pent-up excitement. “But first, I find you irresistible…”
“Oh, lovely lady, I cannot resist your charms” Roberto whispered as he rubbed his beak to hers. “But I must! I am here to unite our tribes again. I cannot fail or we will all perish.” He sighed against her red throat and she smiled and rubbed his nape with a wing, pulling him closer into her feathers.
Sofia said smoothly back, “We know… and Filipe wants you to show you’re serious by mating with me.”
Roberto’s eyes pinned again and he panted out, “Oh, my, yes, I will do it lovely flower. How can I say no?!” Roberto pressed into her throat and nibbled her fruity-smelling feathers.
Her eyes watched him, looking down above her smirking beak, “Indeed,” she thought to herself, “how can you say no?” She held back a giggle and wrapped her wings around her blue lover, using her wings to ruffle his feathers from his shoulders up to his nape. He moaned and his whole body heaved with his excited breathing. He lifted his face to hers to nibble on her beak and hold her closer. He was putty in her wings.
Sofia pressed forward gently and Roberto slowly rolled back, coming to rest on his back under her fluffy breast. He smiled back blissfully, willingly giving in to this seduction. He stared into her blue eyes and was drifting, floating, in a placid pool of love. As he lay on his back, she took his right foot in her left and slid forward until their breasts softly pressed together and their cloacae pulsated together through their feathers. He let out the moan of a cock about to lose his virginity to a goddess.
Roberto looked up at her breathing hard. With each breath his plump vent lips pressed out against her soft lips that were pressing out to touch his. He grunted softly and felt pre ooze up from within and moisten his pink lips. He squirmed and rolled his eyes back, trying not to be so easy but she was doing everything right. She reached down and nuzzled his beak with hers then twisted her head sideways and invited a kiss. Roberto opened his mouth and touched her warm, soft tongue with his. She moaned out softly and pressed her cloaca down against his. He moaned in response and tensed his hips, grinding back, and opening his cloaca to receive her hot moist membranes to his.
Sofia quietly locked her beak around the tip of Roberto’s and gripped firmly. Roberto slowly opened his eyes at this new level of control. But he didn’t resist. Then she started to hump forward and back, forward and back, and Roberto watched her dark silhouette, outlined in green and yellow light, ride him more and more vigorously. His eyes rolled back and he listened to her soft feminine caws mix with his throaty primitive masculine growls. He inhaled her fruity perfume and now the smell of earth, flowers, and hot moist cloaca as she everted her most delicate private tissues to his. He shuddered and cawed long and loud, feeling his climax so close… so very close that he could taste it in his tensing jaws and salivating mouth.
His eyes opened slowly and as they came back into focus, he saw two more red macaws staring down at him to the sides of a widely grinning Sofia. His body tensed and she gripped his beak harder, sending a shooting pain up his forehead.
“Graaaa!!” Roberto cawed out and tensed his legs but Sofia thrust again and spasmed her vent to his. Roberto grunted and squirmed as his legs went limp. He tried to flap but she shoved into him again and his neck went limp as he sighed out hotly. Roberto was so close to climax and his cloaca was so sensitive that he had no control—each thrust and vent smooch by Sofia caused him to shiver and fail in his attempts to resist.
Sofia darted her eyes at the other two macaws signaling that they’d better move quickly. The two parrots stood on either side of the copulating birds. One picked up a leather strap and flipped an end over to its companion. Roberto helplessly moaned and watched as they brought the strap under his head and slid it down to his shoulders. As the two tied it up tight and low around his wings, he couldn’t resist. He just jiggled with Sofia’s rough rubbing, hot waves of pleasure washing from his throbbing, slaking orifice and up his spine.
They repeated the process with another strap but this one was a leather belt with a buckle on it. They slid it down around the upper part of Roberto’s wings and shoulders and cinched it up tight. As the buckle tinkled and the leather scrinched up tight Roberto jostled and panted, softly moaning “Don’t…. staaaahhhpp…”
The two male macaws stepped back to the Roberto’s tail then and each grabbed one of Roberto’s feet, one of which was groping Sofia’s tail and the other was grasping her left foot. He felt cold metal as the two scarlet macaws clasped shackles around his tarsi. They tugged at his legs and spread them wide before he felt a click and found them rigidly held apart. He barely noticed all of this, because of the intense sensation of his cloaca being rubbed by velvety wet membranes. His cawing changed to short, heavy grunts and his head feathers flared out. His tail fanned and his lower body tensed—he was close to ejaculating. But suddenly Sofia stood up and cool air touched his everted pink butt.
He opened his eyes and panted out a plaintive whiny, “Noooo… pleeeease! Why are you stopping??”
Instead of the lovely Sofia, Roberto was now staring into the face of Filipe, the scarlet macaw chief. His forehead was as square as his stout jaws and he grinned down with naughty confidence. “Welcome, Roberto. Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”
Roberto shook his head in disbelief, “What’s going o—“
Roberto’s query was cut short when Sofia suddenly appeared to the side with an interesting item in her beak. It was a polished piece of hard wood, shaped like a short, fat mushroom. It had holes in the bottom of the “stem” where leather straps were dangling. She had a dirty smirk on her beak as she licked the fat round top of the object. Then it dawned on Roberto that it was a toy… and that his ass was the target!
He clanked and bucked in his restraints, winking his cloaca to tighten it back up. He reached down with his beak to try to undo the straps and he saw his pink, loose hole glistening in the sunlight, his legs spread apart by a bar and shackles. Filipe would have none of this though and grasped Roberto’s throat with one foot and pressed it down to the ground. “Don’t worry, Roberto, just a bit of fun between rivals. Now open wide!!”
Roberto’s eyes grew large as he felt the toy being pressed into the pink flesh of his everted cloaca. He gritted his beak and squinted his eyes grunting out as his vent sphincters stretched to the limit. “Cawwwww!” he squawked, with a voice full of pleasure and pain. Then the plug slipped inside and his vent winked down around the small stem of it. Roberto’s eyes rolled up and he panted in short spasms of relief. Pink, stretched, shiny lips puckered and unpuckered around the plug as Filipe’s two guards tugged on the thongs attached to its base. They rolled Roberto onto one side and then the other, tying the thongs to the smaller strap around Roberto’s middle. As a final touch, a brazil nut was placed in Roberto’s beak. Each end of the nut had a thong threaded through a hole. The thongs were brought behind his head and tied tightly in place forcing his beak open and preventing him from closing it.
Roberto was then rolled on to his breast. The shackles on his legs kept them spread and also kept his rump and tail high. The straps around his body kept his wings folded. The gag in his mouth left him panting in the dust at Filipe’s feet. Filipe smiled down and snickered, “Now you’re ready! But let’s go someplace even more private.”
“I… I… I can’t walk!” Roberto panted out.
Filipe replied with a grin, “Oh yes you can.” He nodded to the guards and one of them softly wacked the cloaca plug with a wing. Roberto squawked and kicked his legs, shoving himself forward on his breast and beak. The other guard repeated this and Roberto scooted forward again. Filipe chuckled loudly, “Good! Good! You’ve got it!”
With each lurch forward, the thongs drove the broad butt plug in and out of Roberto’s cloaca. It had a bump on its underside that rubbed directly against Roberto’s ejaculatory ducts, and they quickly swelled and pulsated against the grinding plug. Roberto would moan and wink his ass just long enough for a guard to thwak the plug and make him shuffle forward again. Just as he would reach the point of climax his thighs would tense and spasm, causing his shackles to clank and the plug to vibrate, but the guards would pull the plug outward slightly and keep him from ejaculating. Instead a wash of clear pre would drizzle out from the tight orifice and Roberto would moan from his torturous edging.
“Ohhhh…. Please let me finish! Please let me finish!” he groaned. But they didn’t let him finish and kept pressing him forward in lurches and moans.
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Roberto had no idea but Blu was also being seduced by the group of tittering scarlet admirers that had surrounded him. He was a mated bird so he was more resistant to their charms but the scarlets had anticipated this. How could even a happily mated bird resist a crowd of young, flirty admirers? And these girls were far kinkier than Jewel. Before he knew it, the big red birds were on his back taking turns wrapping their tails around his and rubbing their soft vents to his. One even poked a toe inside his cloaca and stroked it in and out, to which he let out a lusty caw and writhed in pleasure, his breast sagging to the wood he was standing upon. It sent sensations up his spine that he had never dreamed possible and he lost track of what was happening amidst the ruffling feathers, girlish panting, and the heavy scent of fruity macaw dander and half a dozen cloacae ripe for mating. He didn’t notice that the girls were wrapping him tightly with a neoprene harness around his wings and breast.
Then he felt something entirely new: The intrusion of a firm slimy object into his cloaca. He squawked out “Heyy!!—nnnnggggggfffff!!” He grimaced, his feathers flared out, and his body tensed, unwilling or unable to move as the plug shoved in through his vent sphincters and pressed up into his coprodeum and finally his rectum. He panted with the fullness in his belly and felt some relief as his cloaca folded around the big butt plug. As with Roberto’s there were two thongs and they were tugged forward, firmly, and tied to the vest around Blu’s breast. He tried to buck and rise up on his legs but found that they were hobbled together with a shackle similar to Roberto’s but not as wide. He fell back on this breast with a thud and he winked his cloaca from the impact which then rubbed his membranes on the toy and sent a spasm of pleasure through his vibrating thighs. His beak opened and his tongue hung out a moment, panting from his labors and his pleasure. Then the Brazil nut gag was brought to him and shoved inside his tired beak and tied around the back of his head.
A large red male macaw walked up to Blu as he lay gasping on the ground. Blu’s tail was high and his cloaca winked gently around the toy, a clear strand of pre drooling and sparkling in the wind. The big macaw said in a masculine squawk, “Get up! Time to see Filipe!”
Blu struggled to get up and in doing so lurched forward into the breast of the big scarlet. The hens tittered in laughter. The red parrot shoved Blu to his feet and said with a grin, “Walk! Or you’ll have my foot in your ass alongside that plug!”
Blu gulped and stumbled back. Each step he took swayed his wings and hips with additionally tugged on the thongs to his butt plug, pulling it forward into this cloaca further. He couldn’t adjust his gait much because of the hobbles. He carefully shuffled towards the tree cavity, grunting with each step and puckering his butt each time the cloacal plug shifted in and out. Soon he had a slow rhythm going, virtually fucking himself with the plug as he shuffled forward. Blu felt his pre building in his cloaca and dribbling out with each step leaving a sticky warmly scented trail behind him.
Blu entered the wooden tunnel with the large scarlet guard before him and the pack of giggling hens behind him. As he shuffled along, he felt his cloaca pulsating around the plug and occasionally flexed his tail and grunted around his gag, then relaxed and felt the hot rush of sexual excitement. “This shouldn’t feel good,” he thought to himself. “I’m a bird, we don’t enjoy things in our cloaca although I did find it strangely hot when Jewel laid her eggs.” This memory triggered a contraction in his cloaca and he stumbled. The thongs jerked the plug and Blu moaned out loudly in the hollow log as a pang of coital reflexes wracked his body.
The big scarlet stopped and looked back. “What’s your problem?”
Blu huffed and puffed, trying to contain his urge to just roll over and paddle his legs to masturbate on this plug and blow his load around the plug and into the faces of the hens behind him. The thought of that made him drool.
The scarlet grinned, “Hehe, don’t do it! Filipe has something special planned. If you cum now, I have no idea what he will do to you! Get moving!”
Blu gulped at the thought that there could be more added to this. He grunted and shoved forward again. Soon they soon emerged into a large subterranean hollow. Roots and earth parted overhead here and there and provided shafts of light from above. The guard led him towards the center of the chamber where a large splash of sunlight lit the earth floor. There were perches all around where a dozen scarlet macaws sat perched, cawing and taunting Blu as he was led in.
Soon they could hear muffled clanks and grunts as Roberto came shuffling in with Filipe close behind. Filipe licked his own beak as he stared at the wobbling, winking, juice-drooling vent before him. “Get in the middle you two! Now you’ll see what the price of peace with the scarlet tribe will be!”
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Jewel had had her doubts that Roberto and Blu would be successful. Roberto was suave and strong and Blu was a good thinker but neither of them was experienced in negotiating or fighting a mob of angry macaws. She had taken a longer route to the territory of the scarlet macaws, staying under the cover of the forest and moving in short quiet flights.
Nobody knew it but Jewel also had a secret friend among the scarlets. Months before, she had been exploring on the edge of the scarlet’s territory and had stumbled upon a special place. It was a sinkhole in the forest, back from the cliffs of the Pit of Doom, where the macaws had come together for soccer matches in the past. The sinkhole was lined with lush ferns and misted with sparkling clear spring waters. At the middle of the day, light would spill down into the hole from the noonday sun. When she had first discovered this spot, it was the sound of singing that had attracted her. She carefully snuck up to the edge of the hole and looked down to behold a shapely red female macaw in the pool at the bottom, dancing and singing in the mist. The dance was so graceful, more graceful than she had ever seen, that she felt herself drawn to watch her for minutes on end. Soon she introduced herself by singing back and they found that their voices formed a wonderful echoing duet. She learned that the scarlet’s name was Rocío and they became good friends and regularly visited their secret concert chamber to sing, bathe, and chat. They even went on to explore other forbidden sensations, but that’s another story.
After one of their particularly arousing encounters, as they lay ruffled together in the warm sunbeams, Rocío described a place that reminded her of their sinkhole concert hall. It was a large cavern below the great tree where Filipe lived. It was where he would have private concerts and do most of his important business or entertainment. Rocío had even been brought to sing there once, just for Filipe. She told Jewel all about it.
And so now Jewel knew exactly where she would go. She quietly crawled through the thick understory, hidden from the red macaws that squawked and circled high above in the trees. Soon she found the base of the great tree and explored around its base in a widening circle until she heard a voice from under her feet. It echoed as though there were a cavern. She placed her ear to the ground and listened.
“Get in the middle you two!” came the muffled squawks of Filipe. “Now you’ll see what the price of peace with the scarlet tribe will be!”
Jewel search around frantically and found a root covered hole. It was a little too small for her but she chewed and clawed and fought her way in as fast she could. Inside the chamber, dirt sifted down and the birds could hear feminine macaw grunts as Jewel worked to open up an entrance. Roberto and Blu looked at each other in wonderment, not knowing who could be trying to rescue them.
“It sounds like Jewel… but it couldn’t be!” said Blu.
Filipe grinned, “Well, we have another negotiator it seems. Quickly, don’t let her change her mind!” Three of the macaws in the audience marched up a tunnel at the end of the chamber and disappeared. In a moment there was thudding and cawing and scratching up above. Dust sifted down with each pounding. Filipe’s smile slowly faded as he realized that he was hearing only the squawks of scarlet macaws and none from Jewel. It sounded as though Jewel was getting the upper wing. After a few minutes the tumult quieted down and the scratching and digging resumed.
Suddenly Jewel’s face popped through a small hole in the ceiling and she shook the dirt out of her head feathers. She first saw Filipe and fastened a determined gaze on him, “Nice try, venthole. You can’t stop—“ She stopped when her gaze fell on Roberto and Blu. Their tails were high, their vents plugged and drooling, and they grinned back sheepishly through blushed beaks. Her eyes widened and then her brows furrowed in disgust, “What the hell are you boys doing!? Some negotiators!!”
Blu stammered, “No, no, darling, it’s not what you think! A hundred macaws ganged up on me and—“
Roberto joined in, “Jewel! We were ambushed and beaten and tortured—“
Filipe let out a loud squawking laugh that echoed in the room.
Then there was a thud and Jewel jolted, “Eek!” She looked upwards at a hidden foe above the ground. “Get off my ass you pervert!” Her head and wings wriggled farther out of the hole into the chamber and it was obvious that she was kicking her legs. Then there was a rhythmic shaking of her body and her beak blushed. “Ah! Uh! Wait! That’s not necessary!” Then her eyes widened and she moaned out “OoooooooooOOOOoooOOOOohhh…” as the moan trailed off her eyelids fluttered and she panted. Then she wiggled hard again and there was a heavy shove from behind. She popped out of the hole and down to the floor below. She looked down between her legs and there was a red wooden plug protruding from her vent, tied to her thighs and a loop over her rump and tail. She used her beak to pull the thongs that tied it in place but that only jerked it deeper into her soft fluffy butt. She looked at Filipe, quite embarrassed and not about to become like Roberto and Blu. “You! You! You pervert! Get this out of me, right now, or I’ll, I’ll, I’ll!”
Filipe sarcastically retorted, “Oh, please do it, whatever it is…” Filipe swaggered towards her, his tail sweeping back and forth jauntily. “I love a frisky struggle before a good fuck!”
Jewel’s face wrinkled in rage, “Why you!!” She jumped and once again felt the cloacal plug jerk into her which in turn made her reflexively tense her rump and lift her tail. The result was that she fell on her face. Then she tried flying with the plug in place but when she took off her legs had to jerk forward and back momentarily to get into the air. The result was similar—spasms of coitus from the intense stimulation of her juicy cloacal membranes that gripped the intruding plug, and she would fall to the ground. She panted a moment and saw the crowd of macaws moving towards her. She would have to control her reactions and fight through this. She was determined to not become a sex slave.
When the first macaw approached her she launched into the air, giving a stuttering awkward squawk as the cloacal plug jolted inside her. She landed a wing hard across the macaw’s nape and down he went. She rolled out of the leap but couldn’t get her legs under her. She landed squarely on her cloacal plug with a splat. She let out a short squawk and her eyes bulged in her head. She pushed with her legs and flapped once upwards, just in time for two advancing scarlets to collide below her. They butted heads and fell back on their haunches, dizzy and limp.
She couldn’t keep this up, though, as each jump and flap jostled the toy wedged tightly in her tush. It rubbed her genital tissues and made her cloaca spasm with more and more pleasure even as she was trying to focus on fighting for her life. She hopped stiffly towards Filipe, jumping like a chickadee with a pencil shoved up its ass. He just grinned and stood tall with his chest out. She opened her beak and gave one more leap. Her beak snapped shut in mid-air and she crashed to the ground, her feet snatched and held by two of the scarlet macaws from the audience.
“Let go of me!” Jewel raged and flapped forcing a vigorous rubbing by the butt plug that made her pupils dilate unevenly and her lower jaw quiver and salivate. “Oh! Ah! Stop! Ooooohhh…” She wiggled her legs and that only worsened it. Finally she lay calmly, heaving and panting in the damp dirt.
“Finish tying her up!” shouted Filipe. The red macaws, some of whom were nursing bruises and broken feathers, grasped Jewels wings and folded them to her sides. They wrapped a belt around them and buckled it tightly. The shackled her legs together with a metal bar, spreading them far apart. They also tied a ribbon around the belt on her midsection and looped it down under her tail to hold it high in the air. Her white under-tail fluff parted and showed the red plug in her rear quite smartly. A Brazil nut gag was placed in her beak and she was forced to shuffle over next to the other two captives.
Filipe walked slowly around them, whistling a tune that was infantile and irritating. He was taunting his captives and planning out just how he was going to humiliate them.
“My dear Jewel… perhaps it’s time you were pleasured by the best. Yes… let’s mate and you can watch as Blu and Roberto please each other.”
Roberto and Blu raised their heads and felt the cloacal plugs press in again so they looked back down and groaned. Roberto spoke for both of them, “No way, José. Not gonna do it!”
There was a cracking of knuckles to the side. Roberto glanced over and saw a large male red macaw. “I’m José,” the bird said in a deep parrot voice. “And you’ll do as I wish!” With that he tugged on Roberto’s mouth gag and jerked him around, each shuffling motion bobbing the cloaca plug in and out and making Roberto’s groin spasm and his vent wink. “Ass to ass you two!” He jerked Blu backwards and smashed his ass up tight to Roberto’s.
Roberto gumbled out, “Ugh! I don’t want to lose my virginity to Blu!”
“Virgin? You’re a virgin?” squawked José. “Get a load of this! He’s still a virgin! What’s up with you Spix’s? A little light on your feathers? You have to learn to enjoy sex more!” José worked to unlace the thongs that held the butt plugs and reroute them. He tied Roberto’s plug to Blu and Blu’s plug to Roberto. “There! Now let’s see these two dance!”
José wacked Roberto’s rump with a wing and Roberto yelped and jolted forward which pulled Blu off balance backwards until he bumped his plug against Roberto’s. This caused Blu to moan and buckle forward pulling Roberto backwards against him. As Roberto’s butt plug smacked against Blu’s the two birds let out quivering caws that echoed in the chamber. Their cloacae contracted and spasmed around the butt plugs. Their thighs and tails stiffened with the pleasurable contractions and then slowly relaxed and they slowly collapsed downward with their lower vent lips pulsating against each other. Each wanted only to end the edging and orgasm even if they were being humiliated and gloated over.
Blu said to Roberto, “We have to work together to get this over with. Follow my lead!” Blu flexed his tail up, loosened his vent, and pressed his butt plug softly outwards against Roberto’s. Roberto moaned and winked in response, his tail bobbing down as his cloaca contracted and pressed his plug outward. This pressed on Blu’s and he let out a hot groan into the moist earth. He winked his cloaca then and this pressed his plug outward against Roberto’s and the process repeated. Soon their butt plugs were oscilating back and forth to the rhythm of their tensing, heaving bodies, building up intensity and speed. They began to encourage each other with grunts of approval and words of affirmation.
“Unh, good one, Blu… huh huh huh” Roberto would say.
Then Blu would moan, “Ooooh! Nice Roberto. Harder, now, harder!”
Meanwhile, Filipe was getting quite excited. He had shuffled up behind Jewel and was pressing his meaty pink lips to her butt plug. He would wink his vent against it and drive the plug in and out with his sphincter action. She was powerless to fight and could only grunt and mumble through her gag as the scarlet played with her. Soon Filipe was lightly smacking his vent to hers, forward and back, jolting the plug against the deep reaches of her cloaca and rubbing her genital eminence, the bird equivalent of a clitoris, back and forth with the movement of the plug. Jewel could only ride it out and listen to the moist smacks and heavy breathing of the large kinky scarlet.
As Blu and Roberto worked harder and harder, the undersides of their tails were lifted higher and flatter against each other and their bodies pressed tightly, butt to butt. Their hips quivered and their breathing came in spasms until it was too fast for them to speak. They each uttered high pitched chirps and vibrated their asses tighter and tighter together. Roberto was the first to cum. His whole lower body bucked and squirmed side to side, twisting his butt plug this way and that within his throbbing cloaca. He shook and let out a spasmodic squawk as semen spurt out around his pumping vent lips. It spurt against Blu’s ass in a spatter pressurized by the tightness of the plug.
Blu was a close second. The twisting action of Roberto rotated his butt plug too. He doubled over, hunching in a powerful groaning orgasm. He cried out into the dirt and shook his tail as semen flowed in gobs out around the bottom edge of his butt plug. The two birds heaved and shivered from sexual exhaustion, their testes completely drained of seed. As they collapsed downwards, their asses came to rest against each other, each feeling the soft sighs and breaths of the other transmitted through the plugs.
Filipe let out a stifled caw sound and sucked air through the drool in his beak. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his pinned pupils stared down at the beautiful blue bird that he was mounting. He shoved in and out, in and out, breathing heavily through his big beak and stroking Jewel’s upturned fluffy fanny with his wings. She reacted by pressing back against him in fits and spasms. She didn’t want to like this but she couldn’t resist her reflexes, firing from the pleasure of the cloacal rubbing. She let out a gagged moan and her cloaca spasmed and released a strand of clear fluid around the plug. The fluid stuck to Filipe’s vent and he smelled her hot crotch. “Oh, Jewel, oh Jeweeellll…” he moaned and started humping faster. “Oh my oh my ohhhhhhhh OOOOHHHH SQ-SQUAWK!” Filipe shook and shoved hard, forcing Jewel forward in the dirt. She let out short, high squawks around her gag as she felt his semen blort out between their pink locked lips and Jewel’s red butt plug. Ropes of spunk slowly oozed to the ground and the smell of semen wafted around their hot crotches. Filipe rested his weight against the plug feeling her orgasming cloaca wink and move it in and out against his sensitive hole. “Oooohh… you liked that, didn’t you Jewel? Mmmmm… smell that? That’s your cloaca and my seed. We should do this again without the plug hmm?”
Jewel didn’t look back and didn’t admit that she liked it. She hated Filipe but she had to admit that his kinky gadget did please her in a new and powerful way. Blu and Roberto were collapsed in two blue piles of feathers, their exhausted eyes looking at each other in a new way. The audience rubbed out their pleasures on their perches and soon the chamber was thick with the smell of sex.
Eventually Filipe counted their allegiance paid and did release the three captives and the scarlets did reunite with the Spix macaw tribe. They all vowed not to tell anyone about what had happened. Filipe came out ahead though. As he completed his negotiations he calmly said, “Remember… If we scarlets ever need a favor...” he paused and smiled at Jewel, “…or I need a favor, best hop to it or Eduardo might somehow find out what really happened here today.” Roberto, Blu, and Jewel each felt their cloaca contract and relax as they heard these words and remembered their unholy orgasms. No, Eduardo must never know. He would never, ever understand this...
THE END