Aetus Goes Too Far
By M. E. Vehnt
October 30, 2017\tNon-commissioned story
WARNING! WARNING! WARNING!
This is an adult story (readers 18 years and older only please) and contains acts of sexual intercourse between anthropomorphic birds.
KEYWORDS: Cloaca, vent, anal, fighting, mild blood/gore, choking, forced consensual sex, humiliation, male/male, domination/submission, anthro
(c)2017 by M. E. Vehnt aka MoistEagleVent
DO NOT COPY OR POST ELSEWHERE WITHOUT EXPRESS PERMISSION
All characters are the invention/property of M. E. Vehnt.
It was a cool, damp Tuesday night in a suburb of New Seattle. The streets were quiet and most stores were closed. The orange glow of a street light lit a small dirt parking lot behind an aging strip mall. The white concrete wall behind the building was dirty and strewn with graffiti. On the other side of the lot was a chain link fence with a wooded hill rising abruptly behind. Brown maple leaves were strewn all around the edges of the lot and smashed into gritty pulp on the broken asphalt that led out to the street. A cluster of green dented dumpsters clustered around a rusty gray door with a sign that read, "Northway Gym - Employees Only.'' A sole figure leaned against the wall, clinging to the shadows. He was lightly built, about 5'8'', wearing a soft gray sweatshirt with a deep, loose hood. His yellow beak and white feathered head were barely visible as he leaned his face down and watched his nervous breath flow out as steam and dissipate.
Aetus shifted his yellow hands in the pocket of his hoody and wondered to himself if he could go through with this. He leaned his head back and looked up at the skeletal trees, his pale gold eyes sparkling from the orange overhead lamp. His gaze drifted to the gray sky illuminated with the pink glow of the city and then closed slowly as another thrill raced up deep in his breast and his avian heart thumped faster. He adjusted his hood and looked back down at his yellow toes, letting out a long exhale. Reaching down between his thighs, he rubbed his crotch. The hot soft lips of his vent throbbed against his fingers and he felt the dull emptiness of his pelvic canal. He wanted something in there... something more than just a toy or his own digits.
Breeding urges were bad enough if you were a straight tiercel during the Vernal or the Autumnal equinox, when day length changes at the highest rates of the year. It didn't matter that it was fall and not a natural time for nesting. The day length was changing quickly, causing a bird's glands to pump out sexual hormones at an incredible rate. Some anthrobirds, or burds, as they were popularly known, quelled the semi-annual distraction through meditation or medications. Others celebrated this time of year with increased sexual activity, if they were fortunate to have willing partners. "Bonding bars'' saw extra business but they were too tame for Aetus' cravings of late. His sexual orientation was complicated.
Aetus fidgeted with the objects in his pocket, pushing away his doubts and the pain of wishing he could just lose his human side that he loathed so much. He yearned for flight but this was not possible with the feathered humanoid arms he was hatched with. He yearned to be like his feral cousins living without the complexities of civilization. These times of heightened sex drive gave him steamy fantasies of being feral, pursuing a mate to the nest, and fucking till the branches swayed and his chirps echoed into the distance. But they were just dreams. Anthros mating with ferals was not morally or legally accepted by society, even though he was more similar, genetically, to birds than humans. It was also impossible because of the practicalities of size difference and the fact that most feral birds wanted nothing to do with anthrobirds. All they saw were human mannerisms attached to a larger predatory bird. And so it always came back to being too human. He clenched his eyes and slapped his head back against the wall with a thud. The pain of isolation was sometimes unbearable. Nobody understands me!
Deeper down were more layers of social and sexual confusion. Aetus' avian sex drive clearly ruled causing him to only have interest in ferals or the most feral of anthrobirds. But beyond that, he also craved the passionate attentions of males over that of females. Normally female eagles are larger and more domineering, attributes often traditionally applied to human males also. In his sexual fantasies, he would often start as the compliant, doting male chasing and being chased by his large, husky mate. But at the moment of sex he would suddenly flip to being the lusty hen, surrendering control, wailing in heat and winking her open vent wanting the warm kiss of a cloaca and an injection of eagle seed.
In the end, Aetus couldn't have what he really wanted. He was too anthro to be feral and too feral to be anthro but he desired a dominant feral male. It was a brew of desires that was impossible to please in mainstream society. He refused treatments and dodged society's callus moral codes and pedantic sermonizing. If he couldn't find understanding then he'd do his best to destroy the humanity within him or find his pleasure trying
Aetus stood with closed eyes and rubbed his vent again, day dreaming that fantasy again. He felt his phallus pulse and peek out of his moist hole. His eyes opened and he shifted his thighs, winking his ent to pull his member back in. No time for that... gotta stay focused.
Aetus moved his thoughts back to Ivan, the anthro Stellar's sea eagle that ran the gym on Tuesday nights. He was pretty sure he'd be perfect. He was a hulk of an eagle, a full head taller than Aetus and much heavier. His enormity was partially due to his species but also, undoubtedly, the working out. His wingarms bulged with muscles and sported long bulky feathers down to his elbows, much larger than typically seen in anthrobirds. In the locker room, Aetus had seen Ivan walking from the toilets to the shower with a long tapered cock swinging between his fluffy thighs. He had glacial blue eyes topped by snow-white feather brows that looked like cornices of winter snow on the top of a precipice. They contrasted with the dark slate feathers that covered the rest of his head and most of his body except for white patches on his forearms and his white tail. A swing of his gaze inspired fear - his massive yellow beak and jaw line like a bulldozer looking for a building to knock down. He had the attitude to match and displayed no patience for indecision or half-ass attempts at fitness.
Just last week, Aetus was taking a break while lifting free weights. It was really just a chance to be closer to Ivan and watch his muscles ripple and smell the scent of his feathers. The larger burd had been pumping iron, a barbell in each hand, eyes closed, hissing and huffing, quivering with the strain. He opened his eyes to see Aetus staring. He stopped and growled, "Da fuck you starin' at?'' Then he shoved Aetus out of the way as he made his way to return the barbells to their rack. The push sent Aetus sprawling to the floor and he looked up to see Ivan smirking down and shaking his head. "Wut the fuck you doin' here anyway? Sad.'' Aetus had relived that moment many times since, wondering what it would be like if that monster grabbed his ankles, forced him down, and fucked him sore...
Aetus shuddered and exhaled steam from his nares. The lips of his vent were hot and wet from his memories. He rubbed his hands together and put them back in the pockets of his hoodie. I've got to do this!
A metal bang split the damp calm and Aetus jerked his hands out of his pockets. He looked toward the door and saw Ivan coming through. The massive feathered man-like bird shouldered a huge black garbage bag. The corners of his beak were curled down and his head jutted out like the bowsprit of a sailing ship heading into battle. His thick yellow toes slapped the damp ground and his firm muscles rippled his feathers as he strode out to the dumpsters. He was unencumbered by clothing, as was common with anthrobirds, except for a loose, red kilt-like shorts that provided pockets and some coverage of his crotch. With a glare and an easy toss, he threw the enormous bag into the dumpster with a loud clatter of glass. He slammed the lid closed and walked back into the open door.
Aetus shrank back further into the shadows for a moment and inhaled sharply. It's time. It's time. I've got to do this. I've GOT to do this. He heard Ivan push a mop bucket out through the door and slosh the water onto the ground. Then there was a clatter and a curse as he kicked the bucket back inside and slammed the door. As he fumbled with keys and clicked the dead bolt, Aetus walked quietly out of the shadows and stopped about 15 feet behind him, right in his path.
Ivan turned around and his eyes met Aetus'. Ivan pocketed his keys as he looked Aetus down with an annoyed glare. He saw no threat. His eyes came back up to Aetus' face and he grimaced. "Gym's closed. Whaddya want?''
Aetus chucked a wad of bills at Ivan's feet. They thudded to the ground and the larger burd looked down at them. "Wut the fuck's this?''
"Kick my ass and fuck me in the mud!'' Aetus couldn't believe he was doing this. His voice even cracked a little as he chirped out the words.
The Stellar's eyes narrowed and he chuckled. "Wut?''
"You know. Fight? Fuck?'' Aetus bounced a little, as though preparing to spar, his white tail bobbing behind him. He pulled his hoodie off over his head and threw it on the ground. "Come on! If you think you're bird enough.''
Ivan leaned forward and pointed a thick yellow finger at Aetus. His pupils narrowed a little and his snowy brow furrowed. "You! You're dat pervert watchin' me da other day. I don't know what da fuck you're on but no thanks...'' The big burd tried to walk towards the alley but Aetus moved to block his path. Ivan sighed and moved to go around him again but Aetus put a hand on his arm to stop him. Ivan scowled. "Scuse ME!'' He effortlessly shoved Aetus to the ground and began to walk away.
Aetus shouted after him, "Hey! I was told you were a good fighter. But you're just a sissy chicken aren't ya?''
The annoyed eagle turned around just in time to catch a faced full of muddy water kicked up at him. He gasped and cursed as he wiped his eyes. "What the FUCK!'' He roared as he clenched his fists and stepped towards the smaller eagle. "Look pal, I'm tired, I'm grumpy, and I'm STRAIGHT! So take your gay little eagle ass and get da fuck outta here before I fucking pound you for FREE!''
Aetus kicked the puddle again and splashed the Stellar's white tail with mud. "Sissy little hen. Quit gassin' and get to poundin' then!''
"Why you little FUCK!'' The Stellar's strode forward and pounded both fists into Aetus's chest. The baldy flailed his yellow hands and skidded on his ass in the mud, coming to rest on his back. He sat up on his bent tail feathers gasping for air, holding his bruised chest. Ivan was on him in an instant, grabbing his white nape feathers with a muddy yellow hand and yanking his face close. His beak scrinched and his jaw muscles rippled. "You fucking little cunt! I'm gonna make you pay for that. You want something in your juicy little hen hole and you think you can taunt me into doing it to ya, don't ya? Fuckin' lil' deviant.''
Aetus struggled for air, trying to catch the wind that was knocked out of him. He nodded, "Maybe... you're not bird enough... for this hen...''
Ivan's pupils pinned tight and his white brows quivered and lifted. This jerk is really askin' for it! He jerked Aetus to his feet and launched a full front kick hard into his fluffy ass. The bald eagle chirped out in pain and surprise, stumbling forward onto his face in the mud. His beak corners were twisted down in a grimace and the tip of his beak was chipped and dribbling blood. He whimpered and reached back a scraped forearm to soothe his throbbing tail but before his hand made it that far he heard splashing footsteps behind him.
"You want something up your ass? How about this?'' The Stellar's raised his right leg behind him and clenched his toes. He launched into a series of hard kicks to Aetus' tail and backside, ununciating each with words: "I!... Only!... Breed with females!''
Aetus chirped out with each blow, pain shooting up from his tail base first, then his right pubic bone, and finally a stomach lurching jab right up through his cloaca and pelvic canal. He spat mud out of his beak and moaned, eyes squeezed shut and tears leaking from the corners. His breath came in spasms and he wondered if his delicate pubic bone was broken or just bruised. His tail was up over his back and his tingling vent gaped and winked at the cool air.
Ivan shook his beak in disgust and spit on the squirming muddy bald eagle. He put his right foot on Aetus head and shoved his beak deeper into the puddle so that his nares were barely above the floating leaves and bits of trash. He pressed down harder and Aetus flailed his arms, burbling out high pitched squeals of fear.
Ivan smoothed his voice, like a parent talking to a child or a master to their pet. "You done yet? Gonna be a good little girl?''
Aetus churned his arms and legs in the water, straining to raise his head and get a breath. He screeched out a bubbly call of terror and Ivan relaxed his foot just enough for Aetus to blow mud from his nares and draw a ragged breath. He stopped flailing and spread his arms and legs out in surrender. He nodded his bloody, muddy head, blowing bubbly brown spurts of muddy water from his nares. He gave an affirmative "Mmmffhhhmmm!''
Aetus' eyes were wide and he looked upwards at Ivan. He was hurting but it dulled as he concentrated on the warmth of rough toes pressing down on him. It took practiced effort, but Aetus' diverted the messages of pain to his pleasure centers and let himself slip into almost a third person reality. His eyes darted around under the toes that seized his head - the talons wrapped around close to his eyes and scraping at his jaws. He felt the power in those digits, knowing that if he pressed this burd any further, the talons would sink into his flesh and take his eyesight or maybe his life. Ivan relaxed his grip just a little more so Aetus could raise his head and cough and inhale. He hacked out, "I'll be a good girl... I'll be a good girl...''
Ivan felt his vent throb and his phallus pulse deep within his cloaca. Ah fuck... why is this hot? His brows flattened and he looked around the empty lot and up the dark hill. A soft breeze tugged at a few of the leaves. It was just them, no security cameras, nobody would know. He looked back down at the filthy burd in the puddle, his tail feathers bent, blood on his face, mud in his eyes, squirming and pathetic. His tail was up and bobbing and he whimpered just like the needy hens that Ivan had serviced before. Ivan worked his groin muscles, depressing his tail and clenching his cloaca. His phallus swelled deep inside and pressed back against the walls of his throbbing cloaca followed by a dribble of precum that lubricated his vent. His breast feathers erected and rippled as he inhaled and he felt a swell of male sexual prowess quicken his heart beat.
Ivan furrowed his eyeridges and his beak corners turned up slightly. To Aetus it looked like sadistic glee. His heart sped and he bobbed his tail, his vent making an audible, moist plip as it kissed the cool air. He lowered his gaze and moaned like an egg-ripe hen.
Ivan rotated his foot around to the side of Aetus head and turned the baldy's face sideways so that the left eye looked up between his muddy toes. "Lick my foot clean, bitch! Get your tongue right up in there between my toes and get all this mud off!'' Aetus opened his beak and hesitated. Ivan's beak steamed as he barked out "Fucking do it now, bitch!'' He flexed his toes to drive his point home.
Aetus shook as he pressed his hot, wet tongue up under Ivan's foot and stroked the thick, coarse skin.He started at the tips and worked back towards the foot until his tongue sank upwards between the second and third toes, probing the softer, smoother scales deep between them. Ivan's eyes squinted and he nodded his head up and down slightly, his toes relaxing and squirming. He breathed deeper and let out a stream of hot vapor from his slightly opened beak. "Mmmmmm... good girrrrrlll... goooood girl... keep going...''
Aetus' rump throbbed with deep pain and his beak, which had been numb from the initial blow, now began to burn and drip blood onto Ivan's toes. But seeing his effect on Ivan, his ability to manipulate Ivan's pleasure while still being submissive, lit Aetus' passion. It's working. He swallowed and blinked his nictating membranes. He shoved the pain down like Ivan had shoved him down moments ago. He took pleasure in seeing the pleased look on Ivan's face. He needed this big burd to ram a rod of hot meat deep inside his aching cloaca and shoot a massive load. So he kept slowly licking, tasting soil, garbage, and the iron of his blood whilst Ivan sighed and rolled his eyes overhead, looking like a kettle building up to boil.
Ivan slowly lifted his foot, relaxed his toes, and Aetus could turn his head further. Ivan's loose red shorts had a perceptable tent to them down low in front and that the fabric there was darkened by moisture. Aetus wanted to pull those shorts down and worship the burd's big cock, but he knew that would never fly with this broish burd. Instead, he kept his arms and legs spread and flagged his tail. He whined quietly like a hen in heat and made his vent bulge and retract with his exaggerated calls.
Ivan took another look around huffing steam from his slightly opened beak. He looked back down at Aetus and quickly slid his shorts down. His phallus was huge: 9 inches of pink, smooth, glistening flesh had unfurled from his cloaca and were dribbling glistening sweet drops. Ivan wrapped a hand around the base of Aetus' tail and gave it a yank upwards. Aetus gave a squeal of pain that stuttered off into a needy whine. Ivan felt the tail pulse in his hand and saw the loose vent tighten and then gape open, the inner membranes pressing out. He saw the tip of Aetus' cock there too and he grimaced. He gripped his hand tighter around Aetus tail causing the baldy to wince and pucker tighter, drawing the cock back in.
"Fucker! You keep that goddam thing in there, bitch, or I'll beat you I swear!''
Ivan crammed a gritty finger into Aetus' puckered orifice and pushed against the member phallus, shoving it deeper into its hidden sheath. Aetus cloaca spasmed and he felt deep dull aches and shooting pains as he insides were treated roughly. He bucked his legs insinctively to shove away from the unwanted intrusion. But Ivan held him fast. He couldn't feel Aetus' pain. The hot ripples of a juicy cloaca suckling his finger and the squirming of prey in his grasp made Ivan's eyes sparkle with arousal.
"Ah! Aaaaah!'' Aetus' whole body tensed and he cried as the pain swelled and crested. Then came a cold wave of jaw tensing nausea followed by a hot sweat that started in his forehead and washed down his spine. He sagged and shivered as a sensation of cold clammy relief rebounded from his pelvic canal back up to his head and out to his hands and feet. He broke down sobbing and drooling.
Ivan stayed his finger for a moment, enjoying the control he now exerted. The little slut was his and wasn't getting away. The hot folds of cloaca slowly relaxed and the membranes pounded around his finger to the rhythm of Aetus' hastened heart beat. Aetus' phallus had shrunk away with the intense pain leaving a soft, squishy passage like a hen ready to fuck or lay eggs. Ivan's brows crumpled together and his head feathers flared out while he drew a deep breath and felt tingling desire glow deep in his breast. His body feathers erected and flared to their fullest extent and his cock danced and dripped, steaming in the light of the street lamp.
Ivan teased, "Poor girly burd... your cloaca's all ready for breeding but you gotta want it bad. How bad do you want it, huh?'' He felt Aetus' cock pulse slightly back to life so he ground his finger sharply around sending another flare of pain up Aetus' innards.
Aetus squealed, "Ah! Uh! No! Please! Yes, I'm ready, I'm ready! I'll be a good girl! I'm your girl! Fuuuck meee!'' His voice melted into a whine of dire receptivity, like he had a fire inside that needed dousing.
"You better be! If I feel your cock again, I'm gonna rip it out and beat you with it!''
"I'll be good! I'll be good! Cheeeeeeep! Cheeeeeep!...'' Aetus' voice trailed into a series of feral eagle hen copulatory wails.
Ivan smiled and jerked his finger out. Aetus jumped and chirped in surprise, then moaned and raised his rump, tail stiff and high and resumed his wailing.
Ivan grasped the base of his cock and squatted down behind Aetus. He pulled up on Aetus' tail and aimed his dick into the donut of puffy pink membranes. Aetus contnued to call which caused his cloaca to bulge out and then contract with each quick inhale. The pouting orifice kissed Ivan's tip and strands of pre bridged the space between their sexual organs. Ivan's head feathers flared and contracted, his eyes squinted and his beak scrinched. A wave of salivation tightened his jaws and he spit on Aetus' hole and watched it pucker and drink in his saliva. "Fuuuuck... goood girrrrrlll... naughty, filthy hen!''
Ivan tensed his thighs and lurched forward shoving his rock hard pillar deep into Aetus' belly. Aetus' eyes shot open in mid wail and he grunted and coughed. The cock stretched him to the point of causing an uncontrollable abdominal spasm and his beak reddened. The tip pushed against his gizzard and he gagged and salivated, feeling his stomach contract from the rude treatment. But it passed and he relaxed his insides again until he could only feel the deep throbs of his cloaca and pelvic canal around the base of the wide member. Aetus strained to wink his stretched rim and felt the soft smooches of Ivan's muscular vent against his. With each wink, the cock pulsed and stirred.
Pain and pleasure wrestled inside Aetus' brain tugging his emotions to a vulnerable place somewhere between abuse and just punishment. He sobbed and tears rolled down his beak into the muddy water, yet he wanted more. He cried out and pressed his ass tighter into Ivan's crotch and wiggled it, choking out submissive chirps around his sobs. "Fuck me! <sob> Use me! <sob>.'' He sagged his head, closed his eyes, and whispered, "I'm your hennn!''
Ivan worked his jaw forward and grinned. He gripped Aetus' tail in his right hand and squeezed it tight, not out of will to harm but out of feral passion tumbling past the point of no return. Aetus' ass was his as surely as prey in his talons. He watched Aetus claw the mud and cry out like a lusty hen or wounded animal - either way it stirred the primitive areas in his brain that took care of feral bird business. The cries wavered between painful chirps and whines of pleasure as Ivan pumped his cock in and out aggressively. Under the fluffy feathers of his butt, the pink membranes of Aetus' cloaca stretched tight and smooth around Ivan's cock and rolled in and out with each forceful stroke. Ivan grunted and croaked, seethed and grumbled, like a starving wild eagle grappling for life-saving prey.
After a few minutes of ragged shagging, Ivan paused. He bottomed out deep in Aetus' soft ass and shuddered his taut muscles. Squinting his eyes, he opened his beak and moaned loudly as his cock throbbed out a watery stream of precum deep in the bald eagle's belly. He clenched his vent and buttocks, resisting the urge to cum and shook drool from the tip of his beak.
Ivan felt his cloaca calm down so he opened his eyes and looked down at the groveling creature he was plowing. The hapless burd was ass high, whimpering, and caked with mud. A swell of hate and desire flared down the center of his brain. He hated Aetus for putting him here and he hated himself for enjoying it. He had felt the desires of the season too but thought he was above losing control. But now, goddammit, his avian desires had to be satisfied.
Aetus squeezed his cloaca around his cock and pushed back against Ivan's crotch. Ivan gritted his beak and swallowed hard, shoving the hatred and regret down past his heart and into his erect cock. He shook another wad of saliva from his beak, swore out loud, and grabbed Aetus neck in his thick left hand. His short finger talons dug in and yanked the sputtering burd's head back while he pulled back and rammed his rock hard cock in with a slap.
Aetus stared up at Ivan's spiteful beak and laser-focused eyes. He choked and drew a ragged breath as fear tingled down his neck feathers and collected around the pin-pricks of tightening talons around his throat. He moved his beak and his eyes bulged but no sound emitted. Ivan fucked harder and faster, croaking out the unintelligible utterances of a Stellar's sea eagle as he slapped his ass with Aetus. He hissed hot desires of death and sex into Aetus' filthy face, his hand shaking with rage. Aetus' nictitating membranes slowly blinked and his pupils widened, the world blurred and his beak opened wide struggling for a breath. He kicked his legs and reflexively contracted his abdomen, pressing out a stream of hot slimy urates down Ivan's cock and thighs. His beak corners lifted in a smile and his eyes rolled back as his cloaca tingled and spurted seed around Ivan's hot shaft and everything faded and blurred including the distant echos of Ivan's calls.
Then suddenly Ivan's hand loosened and Aetus felt air rush back into his lungs and fill his airsacs. He coughed and air blapped out of his cloaca as Ivan recoiled from a thrust. However, before he could draw another breath, Ivan's huge cock rammed in hard one last time. His hand pulled Aetus' face up hard until their beaks touched and his sapphire eyes filled Aetus' returning vision. His thick beak clenched and spit foamed out the seams and steamed in the pink light. Aetus felt Ivan's member pulse and his vent lips throb. It was a long, intense pulse and hot cum gushed inside him and dribbled down the raw membranes below his vent, dribbling to the ground.
Ivan panted, gripping Aetus tight for a brief eternity. His furrowed eye ridges twitched and shivered, uncertain emotions surfacing and dancing across them. His eyes turned soft and warm, like the blue waters of a tropical coral reef. His eyebrows raised at the inside and his cheeks relaxed as though he might smile with joy. The great burd relaxed his eyes, opened his beak, and kissed Aetus' filthy beak tip, their tongues touching as Ivan's vent squeezed again and his cock blorted out a final watery stream of cum deep in Aetus' hole. Aetus closed his eyes for a moment and felt his deep longings satisfied at last. But as they opened again, he saw Ivan's brows flatten and cold hatred return to his eyes.
Ivan pulled his face away and closed his frowning beak. He squeezed Aetus' neck tightly one last time before he relaxed his bloody fingers and chucked Aetus neck away like a toy that was no longer amusing. He yanked his cock out and Aetus cheeped out as his sore cloaca spilled their semen into the muddy water. He collapsed back down in the mud and felt his tail tossed aside as when Ivan tossed the bag of trash in the dumpster.
Ivan stepped back, panting and glaring down at what he'd just done. Aetus recovered slowly, moaning and watching the brute pick up the gray hoodie and wipe his dick off. There were no words spoken nor even a casual glance. Ivan then picked up his shorts and paused at the wad of bills on the ground. He reached down, picked them up, and walked off into the night.
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