Teatime Trance

	[b]Ding dong! Ding dong![/b]
	Feathered paws retracted from the doorbell. Drawing them together, claws clicked quietly in excitement. Large eyes on a tiny frame gazed up at the oak door before Pax. The noon sun beat down on him in the peaceful suburb. Grass was green, flowers bloomed, birdsong was still warbling now and then, and the young Avali could already smell the lunch being prepared through the open windows.
	The small cottage stood just by the lakeshore. Among the brick and mortar, this one was a tad unkempt. Grass a bit too long, hose loosely snaking through the grass, some chips on the concrete path, and paint flaking off the wood. Despite this, the birdbath, birdfeeder, and blooming flower garden showed some disorganized dedication. Titus did always have problems with ADHD.
	[b]Sqeeeeeeeeak…[/b]
	Hinges let out a shrill squeak while wood groaned as a wolf opened the door. Towering above the tiny avian, a smiling face stared down. Swishing could be heard as the canine’s tail swept the floor. “Salutations Pax! Come on in! Lunch should be ready soon.” Stepping back, the wolf held one arm out into the house.
	“Thank you, Good bean,” Pax reciprocated. Chirping faintly, Pax pranced past the doorstep, claws clicking on the wooden floor. Swiveling his head quick enough to match an owl, he spotted the living room and the dining room. Both bright with sunlight and furnished lavishly. Tan carpet, a coffee table, plush couches with throw pillows, and a giant flatscreen television on the back wall on the left. Checkerboard tile, wooden chairs, and an oblong table in the center. There was already cutlery set up on the table, and a sweet smell wafted in from the same direction. Guided by his nose, the large, purple eyes of the Avali lit up seeing the appatizers.
	Fresh cinnamon scones, grated apples, and a pitcher that was cold to the touch. From behind, Pax heard Titus approach. “Made some tea as well. Went with some iced blueberry tea. Could never handle the bitter stuff.”
	“Hehe…cute bean. Guess my influence really does help you.” Teasing aside, Pax was rather impressed that Titus was able to focus enough to prepare to this degree. Moving down to the end of the table near the windows, Pax wrapped his claws around the leg of a chair and tugged. Wood groaned as he slowly yanked the furniture to where he could sit on it. Hopping up onto the cushion, Pax’s clawed toes lightly scratched at the wood as he scrambled to get the rest of his body up.
	Strolling over, the tan wolf looked down at Pax, the glasses on his snout sliding down slightly. Latching gently onto the arms of his feathered friend, Titus heaves him up to the seat. Tilting his head, he stares down at the red, violet, and black plumage of his friend. “Do you…need a book, or some kind of stool? Don’t want to make you just stand there the entire time.” Chuckling awkwardly, the canine’s ears fell flat on his head while he brought his paws together, tapping his claws together nervously.
	“I’m good. How is bean?”, Pax chuckled happily. Elbow on the table, he held his head up while watching Titus lean over and grab the pitcher. All four ears twitched and picked up on the clicking of ice cubes within as Titus began to pour the burgundy beverage.
	Once two glasses were filled, Titus grabbed one with each paw. One for Pax, the other for himself. “I’ve been well. Just got…some housework to do. Yeah.”
	“What kind of housework?” Pax raised one eyebrow while hugging the frosty mug. It didn’t take a canine to smell the heat in the air. Pax knew what it was like, having just finished his monthly cycle not days ago. The stain on Titus’ groin wasn’t making things any better for him.
	Hastily running over to the kitchen, Titus looked away from Pax. There was no way he could hide how he felt if he had to stare into Pax’s eyes. “Uuuuuh…Just some messy details that need sorting out. Don’t worry about it!” Disappearing around the corner to the kitchen, Pax heard another shout. “Also, not good boy!”
	“Always good boy!” With that chirp, Pax smiled. Ever the indignant one, Titus is. Never able to just take a compliment. Might need to change that soon.

	Smells of food wafted to the bird’s beak. Cranberries, blueberries, blackberries, and mint. A fruit salad with yogurt garnished with mint. Once a small glass bowl of the side dish was served, a roll of buttered, whole-grain sweet bread. In the center, a stir-fry over rice. Aromas of the corn, carrots, peas, peppers, and soy made Pax feel warm instantly.
	“You really pulled out all the stops this time.” Grabbing his utensils, Pax began to stare intently. Which one to devour first? Deftly twirling the knife in his paws, Pax’s ears perked hearing another groan. Something more lewd than a chair moving.
	Wincing, Titus sat down. Idly poking into the rice, he held his head up with one paw. Eyes a million meters away, he sighed softly. Clicking claws clacked clamorously. Titus’ feet routinely tapped against the wood. Despite making some of his own favorites, it was nigh impossible for him to consume anything. Ears drooping, Titus continued to gaze into space.
	Heat was a powerful sensation. A burning in the loins, the compulsive thoughts, periods, and the constant leaking. So many ailments for just a natural process. Breathing slowly, Titus refused to show any signs of it. Not to his guest. Why did it have to start now? [i]“Please…please not today…I just want to make this to be a good time with him.”[/i]
	“Hey beeeeean~”
	Gulping, Titus’ breaths became raspy. [i]“Why do I want to get filled so badly!? It’s…it’s not thaaat great. Fuck me why do I do this?”[/i]
	“Titus!”
	[i]“I just hope that he hasn’t noticed…”[/i]
	[b]Clang![/b]
	“Titus!!!” Banging his cutlery against the table seemed to do the trick. Watching Titus’ ears rise and hearing his sudden gasp gave him relief. The veil of brooding finally was pierced.
	“Oh! Uh, yeah? Everything taste good?”
	“Yeah. All of it tastes great. Is your heat really that bad?” Tilting his head, Pax gave a coy wink as he added, “I can help you with that.”
	Biting his lip, Titus responded, “…How? How do you make it go away?”
	“Easy. Just finish your lunch for now. Need the good bean to have his energy.” Pax chuckled. Titus was so cute. He was also so susceptible. Time to pull out his usual tricks.
	With a sigh, Titus sat up straight. Nodding to himself, he began to eat again. “Alright. Whatever you want. Sorry about all this.”
	“You’re fine, bean... Actually, I’ve been looking forward to this.” Confusion blossomed on Titus’ face. Head tilting ensued as he tried to make sense of what Pax had said, but the bird refused to elaborate.
	Leaning over the table, Titus’ voice continued to rise as he inquired, “What is it? What possible method could you have to fix a biological clock?”
	“You’ll see. Something that can help change your mind.” There was almost a childish joy in Pax’s voice now. Winking he began to stuff his face with stir fry to avoid having to provide any answers.
	

	Titus’ mood seemed to improve drastically. Pax could see the pep in the eager floof’s step. Once he had taken the used dishes to the kitchen, he pranced into the living room with glee. Sitting on the plush upholstery, his tail wagged against the magenta polypropylene.
	[b]Swish! Swish! Swish![/b]
	Over and over, Titus’ tail rubbed over the fabric. Pax just had to prepare a couple more items, and he’d be ready. Phone in claw, sharp taps followed. Careful not to scratch his screen, a peculiar webpage opened.
	Login: pax_arthox
	Password: **********
	…Login successful.
	Grinning, the giddy bird began loading a particular page. HypnoWire. “Alright…Alright bean, coming!” Holding the swirling vortex of pink and purple to his chest was paramount right now. The program would take its sweet time to compile, but he needed it ready when Titus’ mind became pliable. Prancing over to the coffee table, he put the phone screen down on the furnishing.
	Meditation music began to fill the lupine’s ears. Gentle trills of flutes met a slow rhythm of tambourines paired with a drum. The rainfall of percussion drummed pleasantly in the wolf’s ears. Eyes closing, he began to breathe deeply in then out. In, then out. Meditation was never his strong suit…or was it? Terraforming the quagmire of dreams, intellect, and desires into a placid pool of clay took barely a minute!
	Breathing slowly, Titus’ voice took on an airy quality as he spoke with every exhale, “Meditation… Didn’t realize… how relaxing…it could be.” Tension dissipated from Titus’ muscles and mind. He hadn’t even noticed Pax pick up his phone and stand on the coffee table.
	“Good bean. Here, look at this”, the bird spoke calmly. Can’t have Titus waking up now. Holding his phone with both claws horizontally, he held it level it Titus’ eyes. Loading had completed. The new program was ready for a receptive mind to accept it.
	Eyelids opening painfully slowly, Titus stared right at the swirling pattern. One last, “Huh?” escaped his maw before his brain finally stopped being his own. Descending into the spiral with eyes wide open, the wolf’s jaw dropped as his eyes seemed aglow. Not with sharp wit nor alertness, but the dull radiance of an empty mind awaiting its next thought. Circling through the canine’s neurons were small triggers activating what was already latent. Desires he never acknowledged, dreams he never spoke aloud, and other programming already buried deep within.
	“Gooooood bean. Remember your previous code?”, Pax grinned. Smiling more with compassion than lust, he watched his friend sink down into his claws once more.
	Vapidness joined the airy tone of Titus voice. Taking absurdly long to process the command, he responded slowly, “…Yes.”
	“You know what to do~?”
	“Listen. Obey. Forget.”
	“Perfect~ All of this is your idea, after all. Ready?”
	Nodding along again, Titus began to drool a bit as his mind forgot to close his mouth. “Yes, Master.”
	“This time, you wanted me to take care of your heat. Spread your legs for me.” With a wink, he stared down at the wolf’s groin. The sight of that mound was appealing. No matter how many times Pax saw his friend’s pussy, he always loved it. Titus hadn’t been lying. His labia were slick. Pax chuckled as he whispered, “Needy pup~ Good boy!”
	Praise registered in Titus’ head. Wagging his tail harder, he stared down at his Avali master. Keeping his legs spread, he knew he asked Pax to help with his heat, but how? “Thank you, Master.”
	No longer did the meditation music play. Titus was sufficiently hypnotized by this point. Turning off his phone, Pax set it down gently on the table. Hopping off, he started to walk over to his temporary home and nuzzled his pussy. Anticipation was killing the small bird while Titus let out cute whines. Even he was getting turned on, his own snatch began to leak onto the carpet.
	“Remember to clean up, good pup~” With that, Pax’s nuzzling became more forceful. Soft flesh enveloped soft beak. The bird shut his eyes tight and kept his ears folded back while he put as much force into entering Titus as he could. A tight passage controlled by tight muscle made his ascent difficult, but Titus knew what to do. Just like before.
	Titus blinked a couple times. Familiarity dawned on him. Right. He asked Pax to climb into his womb. That’s why he invited him over. Shifting his weight, Titus slowly lowered himself to the floor. Riding his living dildo for a time, a large bulge formed on Titus’ belly. A bird just shy of a meter slammed against his cervix. Haziness began to cloud Titus’ eyes with the strong sensation.
	Internally, Pax could feel that sensation. Complete darkness. The humidity of a rainforest. Sticky, sleek wetness. Pax was almost in heaven. Almost. All he needed was to lube up a tad more. Wiggling was all Pax could do, but if it got the larger andromorph off, that was enough.
	Instinct and program coalesced inside the young lupine’s gray matter. Signals fired rapidly to handle sexual stimuli. Particularly, the small thing mashing against his g-spot. Panting accelerated and Titus’ muscles clenched hard around his passenger. Harder, and harder yet. Titus’ own fluids mixed with Pax’s as both began to enjoy the carnal aspect of this adventure.
	Pax had to seal his mouth shut to handle all those fluids washing over him. Feathers and ears matted down from the sticky secretions, Titus’ smell embedded itself into his plumage. Now to seal the deal. Using his claws, he latched onto Titus’ walls and pulled himself onward. The sensitive tissue reacted by squeezing more erratically. Canine strength rippled around the avian as powerful muscles put a vice on him, tugging him deeper as well. Soon, Pax began to shove through the hard ring of Titus’ cervix.
	Titus’ mind jolted back for a second. An acute, sharp pain as he felt his inner sanctum fill up. Pax’s wriggling mass slowly balling up into his womb. “Aaaaah! Ah!!”, he yelped. Haziness filled his thoughts again. Exhaustion. Slowly, the last of the bird curled up inside his belly, and the exertion left him dazed. Sleep came quickly after.

	Damp, dark, and tight. Nuzzling against those walls, Pax reclined inside his new home. A week or three inside the wolf was the perfect use of time. Adjusting to keep comfortable was a simple task. Two minutes after, he could feel Titus’ heartbeat slow down.
	“Hehe…Great to be back here. Good night, bean.” Closing his eyes, the avian put his own thoughts to rest. Time for sleep as well.