Atlas kneeled on his bed with his plushie beneath him for the fifth night in a row, watching the door as he moved back and forth. He didn’t know exactly what he was doing, or why it was wrong for him to do it, but in the back of his nine-year-old brain, something told him to be ashamed of it. That didn’t stop him though, and so he continued with the larger wolf plush on his bed, him kneeling over the top. As he grinded back and forth on the fabric, he began to feel that new feeling, the new ‘tingle’ that he had discovered existed a few days ago. All he knew was it felt shameful, it felt good, and it made his undies all sticky afterwards. That tingle grew larger as he panted to himself and he leant over the plush, laying into it as he bucked his legs. He rubbed faster, his bare thighs gripping as he rubbed his little bulge into the soft fabric. He had begun to notice this bulge appear when he did this, and the night before when he decided to peek, he saw his usually clean slit wet, an inch or so of pink flesh beginning to protrude. It did scare him, but he didn’t want to tell anybody! It felt wrong! And embarrassing! As he humped, his little pants turned to whimpers, and he leant in further, lifting his tail feathers into the air so he could thrust more, the cartoon paws on his boxers becoming wet at the front as his member jutted the fabric out.


In the kitchen, a large bird sighed, as she pulled a dish from the microwave. She wasn’t proud of her frozen dinners, but she worked nearly every hour of the day and didn’t have the time to cook a fresh meal every night. At least they were home-made, she wouldn’t dare feed her boy take-out every night. Her phone buzzed on the counter, and as she went to go check it she immediately knew it was from work. Something along the lines of ‘hi Lauren, do you think you could stay…’ flashed across and she swiped it away, putting her phone back down before going back to the dish. Reheated chilli wasn’t something she’d ever think she’d be serving her child, but it was easy to do and she could sneak in at least some vegetables into it without Atlas throwing a fit.


“Fucking nine years old and can’t eat something green…” She whispered under her breath, getting two bowls out and plating it up.


She’d never say that to his face though, she did love him, it was just hard sometimes after his dad left, that good-for-nothing. She tried as hard as she could, her only days off were usually spent with her son, taking him out to parks and libraries, and the occasional attempt at a play group. He didn’t make friends very well, and she often blamed herself for not being there to support him with that, but it was just who he was. School was good, it was the only time she felt like she didn’t have to worry about him. Well…that was until she had to pick him up from school because someone tried to play rough with him and accidentally pushed him over, or even the time someone spilled their juicebox on his shirt. There were tears both times, and she was called out of work to go fetch him. Until recently, he had just had to come sit quietly in the corner of the restaurant she worked at with a colouring sheet or one of many picture books she started to keep in her car just in case. He didn’t read well, and she thought that if she could do anything to help it she was doing a good job, better than that school at least. Just stick him in a room for an hour every week and make him repeat the alphabet, that’ll work. She finished putting everything on the table and went over to her son’s room, knocking first.


“Hey buddy, dinner’s read-” she said as she opened the door, looking at her son.
Continuing to throw his crotch against the plush again and again, the knock on the door didn’t resonate until it was flinged open, and he watched as his mom looked at him, then down at the plush. He tried to slow his panting and open his beak to speak, but was cut off by the door abruptly closing shut, then his moms voice rang out through the wood.


‘Atla-I-Just-Dinner’s on the table!” She yelled out as she closed the door, walking back to sit down at the table as she thought about what was happening.


Atlas panicked, half jumping off his bed to try and find some pants to cover himself up. It was common for him to walk around the house in his undies, but they were a bit wet at the front at the moment. Messing up half of all the clothes his mom had folded up and put away, he hurriedly pulled on some pyjama pants and went to open the door, just rushing back to put the plush back with the others. He walked up to the dining table with his feathers puffed up, practically hiding in them as he blushed and avoided his mothers gaze. He wasn’t avoided much though, as Lauren was just as embarrassed. Nine years old!? She expected there to be some degree of an early blooming, but this was a bit too early. What did she know about guys? This was a conversation meant to happen between a father and his son. She gulped down a mouthful and began to speak, looking back towards Atlas.


“So…Bud…how do I start this…do you know what you were doing back there?”
























































Atlas didn’t meet her gaze, instead focusing a bit too hard on his food, pushing it around with a spoon while he pretended not to hear her. Somewhere in his gut he felt wrong, and he shuffled his legs around, the little wet spot from before starting to feel a lot more shameful than before. Meanwhile, his mom sighed, trying to think of a better way to phrase it. She didn’t think she’d have to have this talk this early, she didn’t even think she would have to give it. But then again, she did see what he was doing and she couldn’t deny it, he was obviously growing up and she needed to at least try and educate him a little bit.


“Atlas…do you know where babies come from?” She spoke slowly, in a lower tone in some attempt to be a bit less, well, intimidating with it all.


The boy blushed a little as the whole ‘making babies’ thing was even mentioned. That was a hushed subject only talked about by the older boys at school. Last time he even tried to mention it to his mom, she got all weird and told him that she’d tell him when he was older, though that didn’t stop him from picking up whatever he could at school.


“The uhm…a m-mom and dad uhm…kiss?” Atlas said quietly, eyes still on his food as he shrank down into his feathers, all frizzled up from the talk.


Lauren was getting fairly embarrassed, almost the same as him at this point. She couldn’t figure out how to word it, and every time she looked at him it just felt wrong. I mean he was so young! They shouldn’t be doing that so early! And listen to him! When they kiss, he just, he couldn’t, at least not right now.


“Not exactly buddy…”

She couldn’t find the right words, and she decided to just leave it there for tonight at least. For the rest of dinner they ate in silence, and he didn’t glance up even once, just staying looking at his own food. After he finished, she sent him off on a shower while she washed the little amount of dishes there were. After just deciding to leave them for later she sat back down and picked up her phone, trying not to think of anything he could possibly be doing in the shower. Lauren couldn’t wipe it from her mind though, I mean, this is her son she was talking about, and he deserved to know about his body. What if this permanently messed him up?! She couldn’t be responsible for stunting her son's growth, that’s how perverts end up being made. She couldn’t teach him though, that was a man's job, it should be his father that said those things. His dad wasn’t exactly around though, and she sure as hell didn’t want to bring him back. After sitting there for a few minutes, she eventually strayed to the net, I mean, if she learnt about it maybe she could try and teach him? Or maybe there’s a video, surely there’s something she could at least get him to watch. ‘Avian puberty’ wasn’t much help, it was just mothers complaining about stains on bedsheets and videos targeted towards teens, and through a flick through of them she decided that he wouldn’t understand them one bit. ‘How to teach avian boy about puberty young’ seemed to get a little more. Instead of just videos for teenagers, there were a few things she could get out of it. After sifting through a few results, she felt as confused as her son probably was. One stood out though, an advertisement more like, aimed towards avian boys specifically, a paediatrician that was around. Not exactly around, more on the other side of the city, but he was qualified. After checking through his page, she heard the water turn off and Atlas come out of the shower. He had to come through the hallway to get to his room and for the first time in a good hour he glanced towards his mom, wrapped in a towel. She smiled warmly at him and he squeaked, rushing back into his room, slamming the door behind him. Lauren went back to the site, a picture of a fairly tall owl sitting in a chair sat on the homepage, his white feathers well groomed as he smiled professionally. This must be the guy, and below the picture his name and a few paragraphs of information sat. Through that a few classifications stood out. He was a licensed medical professional, and he was qualified to work with children for all sorts of things. His phone number sat at the bottom, alongside an email, and it did say that he was awake well into the night. Why not call him? It might be a good idea, would it? Couldn’t hurt. She shrugged, sitting back as she plugged the numbers in, letting it ring.


“. . . .hello hello, You’ve reached Dr. Robert Smith, can I help you..?” A voice said from the other end of the line, fairly sleepily. It probably wasn’t the best idea to call him this late.


“Oh-right-yes hi! I’m sorry to call so late but I had a few questions? About your uh..child services?” Lauren said, making sure to hush down a little as she began to mention anything that could push away Atlas from even agreeing to see the doctor.


“Ah yes yes, that’s quite alright I was just a bit confused is all, no one calls this late…so what did you want to discuss miss…uh…” He spoke a little more professionally at the talk of his job, it seemed that he shared the same phone between work and personal life, probably not the best choice.


“Lauren is fine. I’ve recently been brought to the attention of some…changes in my child's behaviour…and have decided I'm not really the best person to talk to him about it” She hoped he would at least get what she was insinuating.


“Oh! Yes that’s what I’m here for miss lauren, you see, a child’s mood evolves rapidly as they grow….” He did not get what she was insinuating. She stopped listening for a second as she rubbed her eyes, then went back to the phone.


“No…uh…he’s going through changes” She emphasised the last word, trying to hint at it instead of just straight out yelling it at him. “He’s just…look I don’t know he seems too young… his dad isn’t around and I need some help alright?”

The owl finally stopped talking at that, instead pausing for a second as it finally clicked. 


“Oooh, I see what you mean ma’am…would you like to come in tomorrow? With the child of course” He finally got it, christ almighty. He seemed nice enough, though they still hadn’t discussed the price yet, maybe they could talk about it when she got there.


They continued to talk for the next few minutes, and when she finally hung up they had sorted out an opinion for the morning tomorrow, though with the way he didn’t mention a single thing about money made her think she might have to dip into savings for this, not the greatest but it was more important.


After forcing herself to get up and go wash the dishes, she changed into clothes a little more uncomfortable and went to open the door to say goodnight to Atlas, but paused, and instead knocked and spoke through the door.


“G’night bud, don’t stay up too late okay? We’ve got something on tomorrow” She waited for a response, but shrugged and walked away, he was probably either asleep, or too embarrassed to speak right now.


































When Atlas woke up, his mom was already in the kitchen cooking breakfast. She said since they were going out today, she'd just make something small, and they could go get something later. He still hadn't been told exactly where they were going, and memories of forced playdates and surprise reading lessons filled his mind. Pulling on a big jumper the best he could, he tried to smooth out his feathers the best he could, popping out in random directions after he slept weird. Going to open the door, Atlas paused and looked back, deciding to grab a stuffed fox from his bed, putting it under one arm before leaving his room, going to breakfast.


Lauren had originally woke much earlier, she did not like to be late, it pissed her off more than anything, making her look any lower class then she already did. But now she stood in the kitchen, smiling as she spread jam onto some toast she made earlier. Sometimes she was glad Atlas knew what he liked, it was certainly easier to get the same thing for breakfast every time instead of trying to find something he'd eat for a week before never eating again. She placed it on the table, before looking back to see Atlas waddle down the hallway sleepily. He had dressed himself for once? And he didn't have his jumper on backwards? That was a welcome change. She laughed to herself before pulling out Atlas's chair.


"Come on bud, eat up, we're gonna have to leave soon" she said warmly, having woken up in a much better mood today.


Atlas just nodded shyly at her and ate quietly, finishing his food a little earlier than usual to his moms surprise. He didn't usually eat too quick in the mornings, that was usually the meal he dawdled the most at, not wanting to get on with his day. He mumbled something about a thankyou off to the side as Lauren reached over and grabbed his plate, practically throwing it into the sink as she looked at the time. Panickingly grabbing her keys she motioned for Atlas to get up.


"Ah shit the clock’s slow...." she looked over at Atlas, who looked at her curiously. She at least tried not to swear around him. "Uh…the clocks are a bit slow! We're gonna have to leave now, alright?"


He nodded and pulled himself off the chair, taking the plushie with him under one arm, close to his chest as his Mom came over. She sighed, wiping some jam off his beak with her sleeve, brushing off crumbs that stuck to his jumper. Worst part about raising a bird, they can never seem to eat cleanly with their clumsy little beaks. He tried to push her away, mumbling something about being able to clean himself up, wiping his face on his sleeve. She grabbed her bag, about to open the door when she noticed what sat under Atlas’s arm.


“Is that Bernard…?” She sighed, looking at the rather distressed toy. 


It was still big enough for him, just enough to fit under his arm, though one of the eyes had fallen off a good year ago, she remembered having to drive down to whatever store was open that late at night, having to rummage through whatever was there to try and find some sort of replacement. A clumsily sewn button stood in place there now, lopsided and practically tied on. It had originally come from an old work friend, a kind fox that insisted she give some sort of gift when she found out Lauren was pregnant. Now Atlas mumbled away, hugging the fox closer to his chest and looking off to the side. He hadn’t brought it anywhere for ages, not after getting ridiculed by a classmate they saw when they were out, seems like he was back to it now.


“Alright...as long as I don’t have to carry him the whole time, okay?” She said, giving him a little more responsibility.


“Mmkay” 


Atlas was ushered out to the car, picked up and put in the back, at least he could try and convince he could buckle himself up, well until he had to get his mom to reach back and do it for him


























The fledgeling sat in the large couch that was positioned opposite the therapist chair nervously, shrinking down to the point where it seemed as if he was starting to be swallowed by it. That fox plush was squashed against his chest, held tightly by both arms as his eyes looked everywhere but at the white owl that sat in the large chair across the room. Robert wasn’t phased, it wasn’t like a shy kid was something he hadn’t dealt with before, just maybe not with such a touchy subject at such a young age. He leaned in slightly, trying to make himself look a little less large in an attempt to make the young boy a little less frightened.


“Your name’s Atlas, right?” He said warmly, in a soft tone that he had put on for every kid that had ever walked into that room. “Your mom told me”

“Mm…” Atlas barely responded, instead giving a little nod, keeping his eyes looking off to the side at the various decorations that room had. 


“And is that your little friend? What’s his name?” He asked, pressing a few more little questions to try and open up the room.


“B-bernard…” Atlas responded extra quietly, to the point where it was hard to tell if the therapist heard it.


The room itself was fairly large for a room made for consultation, though only half of it was the actual area where the talking was meant to happen. Across the room, there was a large carpet, one of those big colourful mats, with various crates strewn across it. The lids sat closed, but anyone could’ve guessed their contents were most likely toy related. Just behind there was a small bookcase, just short enough so small hands could grab at whatever they desired, this was what Atlas’s gaze was eventually drawn to as he shuffled a little away from it. He originally thought it might be reading related, and that was the conclusion he made, it was another reading lesson that he was going to be forced to do. On the other hand, the therapist smiled sweetly, misinterpreting the boys wandering eyes. 


“Do you like books?” he said as he got up and moved over to the case, crouching down to have a look through them, eventually just sitting cross legged as he motioned for Atlas to come sit down with him.


Atlas was hesitant to get up, he definitely didn’t like books, they were on his top three hated things in the world, but people being mad at him was on there too…he decided to carefully lift himself off the couch, waddling over to the man as he sat across from him, shaking his head after a few seconds


“I…I c-can’t read w-well” it was said quietly, a little too quietly as the man kept flipping through the books as he eventually pulled one out. 


Robert’s thoughts slowly went from utter confusion to how to even start to deal with this, to how easy it would be once he landed on one specific little book that was kept in the older kids section, for little birds aged around 11 to 13. He hesitated, thinking about the rather graphic images it included, only drawn, but still. Then again, he already heard the story with the stuffed wolf from his mother, and it wouldn’t be harmful to have him learn a little earlier than usual. The title was a little worn, but still visible, the words “Everybody Yiffs” written across the front in a cartoonish font. It was part of some kind of series of materials made for teaching adolescence to kids from before the conflict, apparently a lot of it had been lost to this side of the city due to the war, but a few snippets and books remained for certain species. The more populated species like canines had all of theirs remade, but these little books were still there for the less common. Of course, he used to have a tape copy somewhere but it was now lost to time, if only he had a recording.


“Do you want me to read it?”


Atlas nodded, and sat down nervously next to the doctor as he opened the small book. The first few pages were resources fro parents and guardians, small tips and tricks for teaching the content, and old contact information for the original companies that produced said content. The first actual content page was a little pull out page, a series of images indicating the various stages of life for someone like Atlas, fairly exaggerated but still accurate.
The owl pointed along the scale, looking over to Atlas during his explanations.


“...so after the hatching you grow up…”


Atlas shuffled uncomfortably, looking towards the door every few seconds, then back up to the owl.


“...then after the hatchlings body begins to change!” He said with a forced smile, looking back down to the young bird while pointing down to one of the pictures, an adolescent bird with an exaggerated embarrassed expression painted across the face, covering up their crotch “have you…had this happen bud?”


Atlas looked at the picture, making a small squawking sound before looking back away, face burning up. The owl waited until the bird looked back to him, not making any sudden movements.


“I’m gonna assume yes then, would I be right?” 


Atlas only nodded, very gently, even resorting to attempting to read the words on the page, rather than to speak to the doctor, the pictures were much more interesting though, and the promise of more caused the young bird to reach over and turn the page, his eyes widening as a cartoony, albeit detailed, picture of a teenage macaw with their pink member in their hand, stroking furiously to assumed pornography in a magazine. The young bird watching felt his own crotch grow warmer, his hands awkwardly moving down to cover the little tent that began to form.


Next to the picture were a few little paragraphs on the topic, the owl reading them out half heartedly as he watched Atlas stare at the picture intently.
“...know that these feelings are natural, and engaging with them doesn’t need to be a private and shameful…Atlas? Are you listening?”


Now, as the doctor looked down at the young bird, he saw small tears well up at the sides of his eyes, wincing as he shifted, attempting but failing to cover up the rough shape of his erection jutting out against his shorts. Atlas looked back up at the owl, starting to panic slightly as he leaned over, trying to cover himself.


“Hey, hey now, hey, are you alright there?” He tried to ask aimlessly, the fledgelings eyes just darting around as he shaked his head slightly. The owl sighed, took a deep breath and shuffled a little closer to Atlas, softening his tone. “Is that uncomfortable? When it rubs against the fabric?”


To that the bird nodded, his beak shut tight but his eyes saying everything they needed to. His chest finally stopped heaving as much, but the nervous expression didn't leave his face.


“So…” The owl shut the book, placing it down. “Would you like some help taking it off? It'll make it feel better” He thought for a second before adding on “it's only us two here, I promise it's okay”


Atlas was conflicted, he knew he could trust the guy, and it wasn't entirely uncommon he could be bottomless around the house, he could even lay around naked in the summer sometimes. After a second or two he nodded, shakingly removing his hands.


Robert himself was being very careful, if he ruined this he could very well ruin any relationship he could build with the kid, and the parent. He carefully reached over and undid the button on the front of the young birds shorts, slowly unzipping them until the tented briefs stuck out. 


“Legs up for me?” He asked, Atlas looking over to he side as he leant onto his arms, effectively laying on his back as he lifted his legs up slightly, blushing as he felt his shorts lift off, and the cool air hit his thinly covered backside, back to wincing as his crotch twitched against his underwear. He reached down himself as he sat up, inching down his undies till he got to his member, bracing himself and tugging them down in one go, the tapered penis on display to the room.


“Is that better?” The owl asked as he picked the book back up, seizing the opportunity, waving it gently at Atlas. “Can you tell me what's happening to you now?” He said, sighing as Atlas shook his head. He flipped back to the masturbation page with the macaw, pointing to the highlighted term erection and then to the macaws crotch.


Atlas on the other hand, was a bit distracted by the overwhelming sensory information coming from his genitals, looking up at the book every now and then. Every time he seemed to look at the picture, his member twitched, until he put two and two together and tried what was shown to him. 


Robert watched as the young bird half ignored what he was saying, Atlas reaching for his twitching erection and grabbing it, trying to stroke it vigorously like the image, immediately regretting it and squawking as he let go, his face scrunching slightly. His actual penis was way too sensitive at this age, even with the added development, and any direct contact would probably overwhelm and verge on pain, this was something most young birds learnt quite early on, though it usually went away with growth. Robert himself remembered back to his own education, and a failed attempt to try and reach inside his slit, ending in tears.


He looked down at the young bird and ruffled the feathers on his head slightly as he stood up, moving back over to the couch and motioning for Atlas to sit next to him.


“Everyone tries that too early, trust me, it'll go away with time, always does.” He watched as the bird waddled over, trying not to bump himself on anything. “Your mom told me she found you…rubbing it on something? Is that right?”


Atlas flushed as he heard that statement, the dizzy little comfort he had out the window as he attempted to speak, his beak clacking uselessly, eventually just nodding. He listened as the doctor spoke something about ‘early exploration’ and ‘mutual discovery’, only hearing half of every word until the owl started talking about school.


“...and then you've got a year where most of the boys spend their breaks in the bathrooms, their weekends at sleepovers, most of em finding a way to get one out quickly. Earlier boys usually try and get ways to do it sneakily for social reasons and…” Robert spoke on as he looked at the young bird, an idea eventually coming to him when he looked up at the clock. “Hey your mom will be back soon, and I better teach you a little trick before you leave, cause you've got school soon don't you?” He said, watching the birds eyes slowly widen as he realised he had to deal with this sort of thing in school.


The owl stood, motioning for the young bird to stay seated as he rummaged around in one of the boxes, eventually pulling out a strange looking device, strange to Atlas at least, like an egg connected to a frisbee for mice, a   small remote in the other hand.


“So before I show you anything, you have to know you can only do this stuff with adults you trust, okay?” Robert said, nodding as Atlas confirmed with a half spoken word.
“Alright so…” he tried to find the right words to start, getting stuck, before picking the book back up and flipping to a rather vulgar page with a cockatoo awkwardly pushing a permanent marker up his backside as he came. 


“For us boys especially, things up the butt can feel really good, sometimes even better than touching our weiners, or…rubbing them on things” He added with a fun wink. “This is something boys like you can use if they can't touch their parts just yet, it'll do the same trick”


Atlas sat half excited and half mortified at the prospect, his bare bottom shuffling awkwardly against the couch. He listened to the owls proposition, something along the lines of trying it out just once to see if it works, half agreeing to it.


It wasn't long till the owl had the young bird standing with his legs spread, hands against the wall, tailfeathers willed upwards to provide access. Robert himself kneeled at the birds back end, a glove snapped on one hand and a bottle in the other, a light water based lube, which he applies to a gloved finger. 


“Alright, this is gonna feel a little strange, okay? Just tell me if you need a break” 
The owl said as he used one hand to gently pry open the bird's soft cheeks, pressing a generously lubed finger against the bird's hole, instantly tightening with a gasp as the cold liquid covered the entrance. Robert ran his finger in circles before trying to enter.


“O-ow…” said Atlas as he felt the finger push at his hole, whining as he felt the cool air against the liquid on his backside, squeaking as he felt it actually slip in, his penis twitching, the first few drops of pre dripping onto the carpet. “I-is that the…the thing?” He asked nervously, his home tightening as he spoke.


“Not just yet, not just yet, just making sure you'll be okay, I'll start to put it in now” Robert withdrew his finger from the hole, now picking up the plug and pushing it against the hole. The young bird's groans made him hesitate, but he merely told him to take a big breath and let it out, pushing hard on the plug till it slipped in with a wet sound, the young bird immediately straightening up at the odd feeling. Atlas panted at the feeling, resisting the urge to scramble out of the room, forcefully calming himself down before looking back to the owl.


“All done! How does that feel?” He asked.


“W-weird…” the young bird gave in return, his tailfeathers, covering his cheeks.


“That'll fade…so! Now that's in there, this is the important part.” The owl discarded his glove and picked up the remote, showing it to Atlas. “Now it's very important not to lose this, and it should only be operated by an adult, okay?” He waited for Atlas to nod before continuing. “It'll make that little problem of yours go away quite quickly.” He pointed the remote at Atlas, waiting for a reaction as he pressed a button.


The plug extended from a single inch into three in a few seconds, immediately straightening Atlas's back, then began to move back and forth gently, causing the young bird to try and say something, opening his beak before shutting it immediately as he felt himself need to go to the bathroom, looking around, trying to walk in every direction at once before his member twitched, dripped, then squirted a couple lines of clear semen, painting the carpet.