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Bee pays a visit to Vesper's humble 'little' treehouse, taking shelter from the garish cold. Things warm up...considerably~", "writing": "[center][u][b]Winter Struggles[/b][/u][/center]\n\nA nagging wind erodes at your fur...your coat's a size too small, and it's all you can think about.\n\nPulling it down with your paws works, if only for a number of paces, before the waterproof fabric springs back up, leaving a small patch of your midriff undefended. It's tireless, taxing, grinding away at your walk with a menial task of labour that you'd really prefer was left at home. Pulling your pants up further is equally futile, just in the opposite direction.\n\nThin ice layers upon leaf litter – oil on water – and near enough slippy too. Your steps have to be deliberate, and manual, each stride forward remedied with subtle crunches of frosted debris. While you'd never willingly admit it, you've already fallen flat on your ass a few times on the way here, each tumble more humiliating than the last.\n\nObfuscated by the thin glacial layer, you notice a clearing in the undergrowth; a worn down patch of dirt, extending to a far point that you can't discern, different from the wilting grasses. This must be the path to her 'house'? You squint against the fog, looking deeper into the copse...perfect. There's a subtle light, an ember roughly seventy feet away and twenty feet high, half-blocked by another trunk but, still marked enough to glimpse cutting through the misty air.\n\nYour pace quickens, with a hint of caution. As you near it, you see its true scale, towering up as though its tallest branches are trying to prod into space itself. It's a Redwood tree, the bark distinct, tucked neatly enough into its coniferous guardsmen to appear innocuous from a distance, but up close, it's a sore thumb. Nailed into the vertical breadth of the Redwood and stretching up to the light are crude planks, some a little askew, each rung forming a makeshift ladder...though, it's in a state of mild disrepair, with a few cracks and speckles of moss on the lowest four planks.\n\nTo your right, and the ladder's left, an odd contraption. A real doohickey, yielded by some tightly coiled strands of flax, spun around a wheel, which extends diagonally outwards to a wooden structure, to four corners of a box, sized to hold about four you's, give or take. Your brain feels like a frozen pea, but this appears to be some sort of pseudo-elevator; as makeshift's best as you can get in the middle of nature.\n\nThere's a hint of skepticism on if this'll work, but you step inside, closing the gate-door behind yourself. There's no buttons, though. How do you work this thing?\n\n“Hey, Vesper, you in there?! How do I make this thing go up?”\n\nYour throat feels hoarse, and physically cold. You croak it out like a frog, despite your volume. Up there, you hear a scrambling that reverberates through the trunk, and a door high above the ground swings open fervently. Craning her neck out from inside is the owl of the hour. You can't see her from the shoulders down with how she's peeking out. She firmly holds onto the pulley mechanism and starts hefting you up by hand – or wing.\n\nIt takes about a minute, and as the two of you get level, the elevator nestles into a notch with a noteworthy click! Vesper eases her grip – gingerly, eyeing that it really is locked into place – before letting go entirely. It does hold. You open the gate, stepping out onto a sturdy branch. Her figure is backlit by the room's light inside, and for a second it feels like her whole body is emanating heat.\n\n“Whew!” Vesper lets out a sigh, patting down her sides. You look her over now that the two of you are level; she's wearing a fluffy red-green striped sweater, fluffy as the rest of her, and a pair of clingy black jeans. The tips of her fabric winghands are slightly worn from grasping the pulley so harshly, but it's nothing that won't buff out. She appears out of breath, but thrilled to see you.\n\n“Bit of a workout but, there, you're up.”\n\n“So it's a manual elevator, then?” You posit, flicking your eyes up to the substitute rope.\n\n“Oh, uhh...not exactly, there's...” she points a little past you, at the planks with two jutting out from the floor that you didn't notice, a little inconspicuous underneath the thin layer of snow and sleet, “...right, if you see here, there's two 'pedals', sort of? You press down on one and it pulls you up, you press down on the other and it lowers you down. Like a car, except...well, not?”\n\n“You couldn't have told me that before I got here? Or now?”\n\n“Well--!” Vesper pauses, looking off somewhere into the distance. “It slipped my mind before, and you looked so cold down there, so I thought I'd just do it myself!”\n\n“Uh huh.” You look at her, despite her not looking back at you. “Well thank you Vesper. I appreciate it, even if it was a little silly.”\n\nVesper exhales, but smiles. “Sad, but true...I'm not known for my intelligence! Anyway, get your butt inside or we'll both be icicles, c'mon!”\n\nShe doubles back inside, and you tail her closely.\n\nThe unassuming door on the outside makes way to the interior. There's such a stark difference that you end up blinking thrice to make sense of it!\n\nOne of the first, if not the first thing that strikes you is the warmth. The moment you take a step inside, you're enveloped in a homely heat. It washes up against your face first, then trails down through the neck and into the rest of your body. Your back trembles from the contrast.\n\nThen, the rest of the details follow. This abode is decorated much like one would their house, despite being poised right inside a treehollow; a wide couch, tucked into one side with a nice assortment of blankets strewn about on top of it, for one, looks particularly inviting. Shelves are hung up against the bark interior, various trinkets atop, punctuated by books. A colourful woollen floor rug, a table with a softly pulsing lava lamp...in the back, there appears to be some sort of staircase, too. Perhaps to other rooms? Either way, you get the impression she hasn't skimped out on the amenities – is that a fucking flatscreen TV?!\n\n“Oh, yeah, that's fully wired,” Vesper retorts, tracking your gaze like the apex predator she is, missing not even a beat as she pushes the outer door shut behind you, “I'm not giving up modern comfort just by living in a tree. Though it was a little hellish getting this all to work...”\n\n“How did you wire all this through a tree?”\n\n“With a lot of effort!” She gives a sort of defeated grin, coupled with the closest approximation to a winged thumbs up; you can feel every single emotion in her expression of what it was like setting that up and you don't dare ask any follow-up questions.\n\n“Maintenance is a pain too, but it's a small price to pay for living somewhere that really feels like it belongs to me, y'know? It's personalized! And it sure beats being squeezed under the thumb of some lousy landlord.”\n\nVesper settles onto the couch, patting the spot beside her to gesture its openness.\n\n“Sit down; you can throw your coat over the armrest if you'd like, or I could find a place to put it in the bathroom if you're worried about making a mess.”\n\n“Oh, uhh, sure. I don't wanna make your couch too wet,” you muse, “so maybe some other place, yeah. Do you not have a coat rack?”\n\n“That's a good idea actually! I'll get one before any next guests come by so I don't have to make a habit out of confiscating people's coats.”\n\nWhile you unzip and wriggle out of your overcoat, Vesper hops up again and slinks past you, helping you to slip out of the sleeves – you murmur a thanks at her. When it does come off, it's such a relief. Your fur fluffs up, your shoulders feel unburdened; best of all, your tum doesn't feel so nude. It's not as if you're not wearing anything underneath – you have a nice puffy sweater of your own – but with the coat on, the open slither between the bottom slice of your coat and the rim of your pants radiated an uncomfortable feeling of being...uncovered. Now, it's not so nagging. Your host exits the room, coat between her winghands.\n\nYou mosey on to the couch, and sling a blanket over yourself. The awfully soft fabric is a joy on your fur, the perfect blend of silken and well-textured, keeping you embraced from the neck down. Especially when compared to the cloying Winter's storm, it's a soft sunbeam gazing over you with loving eyes. Your back relaxes and you sink into the couch cushions a little, finally granted that relaxation.\n\nNothing's even on the TV right now but you catch yourself staring dopily into the black screen at yourself with about the same vigour as someone who had one too many weed brownies.\n\n“Coat's hung up in the bathroom!” Vesper states plainly as she walks back in. As big as she may be, you didn't catch her footsteps coming, so it's a mild surprise to see her so suddenly.\n\n“Awesome!”\n\nShe sits down next to you, swaddling herself in her own blanket with a gentle coo. Her face softens much like yours did until you see her perk back up.\n\n“Wait, lemme turn this thing on first.” Vesper reaches out to the side to a small table with the remote on it, and fiddles with the buttons until the TV flickers to bright.\n\n“Any suggestions for what I should put on? Otherwise it'll just be cartoons.”\n\n“That'd be really nice, actually.”\n\nVesper flicks through the channel menu with one wing until she lands on one of the cartoon channels. It's in media res part-way through an episode of TAWOG; to be frank, neither of you are quite sure what's going on right now, but it's certainly good background noise to talk over, and something to mutually share eye contact on that isn't one another.\n\n“Have you ever thought of doing something similar to me, actually?” Vesper posits, staring over at you. “Not to generalize but given your bear-iness I can definitely see you rigging up a nice cave or den in a similar way.”\n\n“Eh, maybe!” You reply. The thought has definitely crossed your mind before. “It might be a little claustrophobic, though, and I'd miss natural light.”\n\n“Hm, good point. You wouldn't be able to have proper windows...I don't suffer from a lack of sunlight as much on account of the whole plushie thing. Maybe there'd be a way to carve in a skylight?”\n\n“It seems like a lot of hassle to be honest with you.”\n\n“Yeahhhhh...” She gives another defeated laugh. “I'd be happy to try helping with it though if you ever do give it a try, since I've done my own DIY job of this place.”\n\n“Aw, I appreciate it.” You flash a cheery grin at her.\n\n“Unrelated but, while you're here, maybe some time when Spring comes, we could go out together? Could hit the city but, I was thinking of spending some time by the lake. Maybe a picnic, could do some fishing? Haven't tried it before but it could be fun, and there's nothing bad about trying something new...a little pescatarian's getaway, perhaps.”\n\n“If you don't mind me dipping my paws in and catching fish the old fashioned way, sure~”\n\n“Not at all!” She giggles, the mental image running through her head. “I'll bring towels for you then, too.”\n\n“I'll keep a note of it anyway.”\n\n“Ahhh...a date day in nature...” Vesper trills, nestling herself deeper into the couch. The word 'date' here catches your attention, splashing a layer of pink colour over your blue cheeks.\n\nYou repeat after her, “Date?” The question slips out almost reflexively, like a defense against the sudden forwardness from your friend.\n\n“A day where we do fun stuff together feels very date-like! Friends can go on friend dates, right? Sorry, not uhh...didn't want you to get the wrong idea there, oops.”\n\n“No no, you're fine, I mighta jumped to that conclusion.”\n\nSomething else has caught your eye too; it's a bit imperceptible at first, but you can see Vesper grinding her back and her butt into the couch cushions, with a vacant stare. Shuffling about like this strikes you as interesting, and it's not something you've seen before in the time that you've known her.\n\n“Are you okay?” Plainly asking. “Are you anxious about anything?”\n\n“Anxious?” Her expression droops a little, with a hint of surprise. “Not at all, why do you ask?”\n\n“You're moving about in place, I was wondering what's up with that?”\n\n“I...haven't been?” She returns, with a softer muttering under her voice, “Have I been?”\n\n“Uhh, yeah.”\n\nVesper surveys herself, her neck tilting and twisting at angles that would be uncomfortable for most other creatures. She presses a wing to her face, rubbing the breadth of her distended feathers into her cheek. The motion looks self-soothing to you, her eyelids fluttering a little, her breath slowing. Then her face lights up; not in surprise, but in embarrassment. The sound catches in her throat and she motions to speak when nothing comes out.\n\n“Sorry, I, uhh...I know what it is, but it's not a big deal! Just some...yeah, it's okay, I promise.” Composure reaches her face again trailing into those last words.\n\nYou're curious, teetering on the edge of prying...\n\n“Well, if you're sure...” You affirm, giving her a gentle tone that inflects that she can trust you to listen if there really is something on her mind.\n\nIn lieu of words, Vesper nudges up closer to you, shuffling herself atop the couch to sit by you. The blankets rub up together, and even sans any direct physical contact, it's oddly intimate. That, and she had more than enough space where she already was, yet chose to get as close as she is now.\n\nBut it's not unwelcome.\n\n“Warm enough there?”\n\n“Plenty,” Vesper responds, “maybe I just felt like warming you up?~”\n\nOkay, that was definitely a flirt. If she wasn't warming you up already...\n\n“Wow, gosh...ahah, I appreciate it? That's...very nice.”\n\nThe response tumbles out, underprepared, but you don't mean to sound like you're snubbing her off. You tilt your head to one side, hiking it up against her shoulder now that it's close enough. The underside of your chin presses up into some of your chest fluff. You swear your heart misses a beat.\n\n“Ah, jeez, I think I've talked a bit too much about myself. What plans do you have for when it's warmer?”\n\n“Probably go on more walks! I'd like to get out and stretch my legs some more when it's not freezing outside. Outside of that, nothing really long-term! It'll be easier thinking of Springtime stuff when it turns Spring. Actually, have I told you I like plane-watching?”\n\n“Don't think you have! I guess when you have a bird as a friend it's the uhh, less awkward version of birdwatching?”\n\n“Well, anthropomorphic birds are different from non-anthropomorphic birds. I don't think it'd be weird if I watched those sorts of birds.”\n\n“I guess not! Sometimes I actually get birds trying to get in here, I guess because it's prime real estate, pfft...very warm, well-insulated...they can watch the TV, y'know. Things that birds do.”\n\n“And it's also a big ass tree!”\n\n“Very big ass tree!” Vesper follows up with further enthusiasm.\n\n“But yeah, it's fun looking up at a clear sky and seeing the planes leave behind their contrails. Makes me wonder where they're going.”\n\n“I do find it endearing how we've made our own big metal birds to fly in. A lot of things take their inspiration from the natural world...bullet trains being modelled on Kingfishers is a favourite of mine. I think with aerodynamics specifically you get that a lot...it's cool...heheh...”\n\n“Well when you've had thousands of years to evolve to a purpose...”\n\n“Thousands of years just for me to turn out as a flightless, stuffed owl, pffft...yeah~” Vesper quips. She exhales through the thin gap between her beak, curling her neck a little to lean her head up against yours. She's gently grinding again – this time, with her cheek against your head. She doesn't seem to be aware of it. Perhaps it's instinctual?\n\n“You're doing the thing again,” you point out to her, “sure there's nothing up with that?”\n\n“Mm...” Vesper mumbles.\n\nYou pull away from her for just a second to get a better look at her expression...her smile is wide and dopey, her eyes low.\n\nBefore you can draw a conclusion, she abruptly comes back upon you again, forgoing her own blanket to drape a wing across your lap. She half-mounts you, pressing herself up against you, face into your bosom. It's a lot all at once, your eyes widening with shock.\n\n“Ah – Vesper?!” Your body moves back a little, jolting from the overbearing closeness. She retaliates by gripping against you harder.\n\n“Mmm, no, no, stay there...mmhehe, please, stay...stay right there...it's good here.” Her words have a subtle slurring to them, as if she was intoxicated on something.\n\n“Are you...drunk?”\n\nVesper sneaks in a couple more nuzzles into your chest before she claps back. “Drunk on love, maybe...”\n\nIt clicks in your head, finally.\n\n“Wait, you're in heat, aren't you?! That's why you're all...warm, and blushy, and I assume you're nest scraping too?”\n\n“I-I, uhm...yeah, you got me...” She admits it, finally. Worried with your reaction, she does have the restraint to pull herself back away from you. “I just didn't...want it to get in the way, I guess? It's around January and February that owls of my species roost, and it's cold out there, and warm in here, and I guess the intimacy was starting to make me act up.”\n\n“Vesper, it's alright...” You slip out of your own blanket for a little bit to place a paw on one of her thighs. You look at her with an air of sincerity, “I don't mind it, but I would've preferred you being honest the first time I asked. Not mad at you though...”\n\n“Mm, you're right. Best that I'm open about these things.” She softly nods. “This is gonna be...really distracting though if I don't deal with it, I'll be honest. Maybe you could give me ten, fifteen minutes alone? I won't be long!”\n\nVesper gestures to get up, but your paw doesn't leave her leg. Sheepishly, you stutter out something to keep her here for just long enough.\n\n“W-Wait, uhm...maybe...maybe I could come with you? I...didn't hate that. M-Maybe I kinda liked it, actually...”\n\n“Wh– really?” Bewilderment crosses her eyes. “You'd want to...you know..?”\n\n“If you want my consent, you have it now...”\n\n“Are you sure? Gosh...”\n\n“I'm sure,” you happily reaffirm, “but thanks for being as considerate as you're being. You're a real sweetheart, Vesper.”\n\n“S-Sweetheart...” The word strikes her right in the heart like a sharpened arrow. Lust sweeps over not only her expression, but also her whole body. Her thighs press up against each other, her wings tense up. Being pet-named hit one hell of a button.\n\n“Yeah, sweetheart!” You reiterate, sly in your intentions.\n\nVesper takes a deep, longing sigh, clawing back the composure that hasn't been drained from her completely. She seems acutely aware of the fact you're playing with her, but it doesn't make the act any less embarrassing for her to deal with.\n\n“Anyway...” she pulls at her sweater's collar, “...should I show you the way? It's just down the stairs a little bit.”\n\nYou nod, and Vesper takes the first steps forward, with you following in her stead. She brings you down a flight of stairs, neatly carved into one side of the Redwood and gently lit by some lamps wired into the inner bark. The ambiance is quite pleasant, and you're not even in her bedroom yet.\n\nThrough a door she goes, and you follow suit. Her bedroom definitely looks like an extension of her, decorated with a slew of comfy chairs, a cozy canopy bed draped with lilac-coloured curtains, and enough inanimate plushies scattered into every area possible it'd make an apocalypse survivalist feel envious. The inner bark walls are painted over with a shade of pastel lavender, fading upwards into a darker purple nearer to the ceiling. Carved into one of the walls is a circular window, peeking out westwards to where the sun sets. It has curtains that aren't drawn shut right now, but the likelihood of any would-be sickos peeping through the glass is nothing if not improbable.\n\nVesper splays apart the bed's covers to take a seat on the edge of her bed, with the room's candlelight softly illuminating her front. She lets her talons dangle off of the side, kicking her feet like a joyous little schoolgirl. You end up staring a little bit at her claws; something about them seem so soft, so inviting...you want to reach out and touch them but find your confidence obscured at the sight of Vesper so aloof before something so lewd. Still, even past her blatant lack of stress, her thighs are tucked taut. She has something to hide down there.\n\nYou shut the door behind yourself.\n\n“So...how are we doing this?” You put forward the question, the realization that you didn't really plan for this finally dawning. Your paw comes up to your other's forearm and you can't bare to look her right in the eyes given the circumstances...but stealing another glance at those footpaws is different, right?\n\n“Well, I wasn't expecting it to go this route!” Vesper quips, her composure regained from your earlier teasing. “Honestly, I'm fine feeling it out with you. I don't have a proper plan in mind. Before we start, do you know traffic lights?”\n\n“For consent, right? Green is good, yellow's slow down...”\n\n“Red is stop, mhm, mhm.” She eagerly finishes your sentence. “Just want you to know that's always in play; you always reserve the right to back out, or to tell me to cool it or such.”\n\n“Thank you, really...”\n\n“Of course! Now that that's squared away..~”\n\nVesper extends a leg towards you, shifting her body forward to be able to actually reach you with her left set of talons; it grips into your clothed tummy, feeling around herself whilst giving you a taste of how soft they are. The undersides are lacquered with a different sort of fabric, closer to a pillow without its cover on than to a stuffed toy. You tense up with an unsolicited chuckle.\n\n“H-Hey..! That tickles, why the claws Vesper?”\n\n“You know full well 'why the claws'!” Vesper tuts at you. “Being stuffed doesn't hamper my eyesight one bit. If it's in my line of sight, I can see it...now, do you wanna ogle all night, or do you want to feel them, darling?~”\n\nYou look down at your own paws, biting your lip. She's so dang forward, and isn't shying away from petnames.\n\n“M...Maybe! Maybe I would...”\n\nVesper retreats further back onto the bed, sitting at the foot – no pun intended. Seems she's left the pillow-side for you, how thoughtful!\n\n“There's enough space there for the both of us.”\n\nHer insinuation is pretty clear; you crawl up onto the upper half of the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of Vesper's cushy pincers. All she does is squish them, expanding them outwards then clutching them back in on themselves, but the draw is magnetic. You reach out one of your paws to grip its corresponding set of talons in a handshake, and the now direct touch of skin to skin – fur to fabric – has you quivering. She closes her toes around your paw, her grip firm as you'd come to expect from a night-borne predator like her.\n\n“Vesperrrr...” You murmur, intonation soft, blue cheeks tinted. She takes your meekness as an opportunity, unlatching her claws from you for a moment. It feels like part of your soul goes with, denied that softness, but the little devil is oh-so-eager to repay you...looming over you with a little smirk on her beak.\n\n“Yes, Beeee?~” She matches your words, placing her best foot forwards...against your chest! Groping up against something equally rivalled in its squishability...\n\n“O-Oh gosh!!”\n\n“Awwh, darling, sweetheart, something up? Don't worry, don't worry...I'm here to treat you right...you look so adorable underneath me...”\n\n“Mmmm..!!” You whimper underneath her. She's so big now, in how she looks and in her imposition. Her tone is so sickly sweet it might give you a sugar rush.\n\nHer claw pokes and prods at you; you feel more a toy than she is.\n\nWhen she steps her second foot onto you, gripping at your thigh, you expect to be crushed under her weight, but she's surprisingly light all of a sudden. Despite that, she has her way with you, stepping over you and smushing the undersides of her paws against your clothes, grasping at the hem of your sweater, teasing the idea of lifting it right up. Her plush feathers ruffle and stand up to their ends. More than that though, you can see a growing need forming below her hipline. Visible, and impeded only by the tightness of her tight bottoms. She's into her groove now.\n\n“Tell me how much you adore my paws, hun.”\n\n“Th-They're...huff, they're so soft, and...big, and they're...they feel so good touching meeeee...”\n\n“Good girl... ♡”\n\nVesper takes a breathy sigh, feeling up your cleavage through the sweater. It's high time she cashes in that need to expose you. One claw hovers above the bottom edge of your sweater again, this time clutching down on it, drawing it upwards, encouraging it to above your head. It's a little awkward with your fluffy arms catching in the sleeves so, understanding Vesper's initiative, you sneak out of the armholes yourself, letting your partner finish the job.\n\nYour paws come in front of your bra, feeling the need to defend your sudden bout of nudity. Vesper crouches down, slipping the breadth of one of her wings below your back to unhook it, tilting forward to nip the bra with her beak, taking it off intimately. And she just stares.\n\n“Wow, I...never really knew how big they'd be now that we're...huff, wow. I think I need to get out of my own get-up, eheh...”\n\nA soft moan precedes Vesper's wings, heaving at the hem of her own, festive sweater; with swiftness, it goes up, and over, and off; and so would her bra, if she was wearing one in the first place. She lets them hang voyeuristically and revels in the expression you make.\n\n“Y-You're not..!?”\n\n“It's my house, sugarplum, I can choose what I wear...hmhmm...want to feel these up too, little chick~? No point in just staring...look, here... ♡”\n\nBefore you can croak an overembarrassed reply out of your maw, she flops atop you, and now she feels heavy! A living weighted blanket all of a sudden, crushing you beneath her heft. Those tits are now front and center, taking up the majority of your view as she scrapes her belly into you. Vesper's eyes flutter closed, and she softly “hoooo”s. More and more of yourself lodges underneath her ample layers of fabric and feathers. You can barely move your legs, but you don't want to. That growing lust that you've tried to ignore is boiling over, a wetness spreading between your legs.\n\nYou feel her breath on you, and she feels your breath on her. It's natural that a kiss follows.\n\nHer beak presses up against your plump lips, a traditional smooch is tough for a bird but she's happy to settle with this...a brain so full of thoughts is mindless and you're already kissing back a whole three seconds before it registers. You hold there with her while she roosts on you, soft vibrations of her hooting against your face.\n\nYour heart is in your eyes, you look up at her when the kiss breaks, blinks and skipped beats moving in tandem. Her adoration of you is undeniable from the look she gives you.\n\n“My sweet nestling,” her head bobs dreamily, side to side, “are you fine to continue? Your colour...please~”\n\n“Guh...green...we can...oh g-gosh, Vesperrrrr...keep going, yes, oh wrow--”\n\n“Excited chicklet...need to keep you here, need you keep you safe...”\n\nHer beak opens with soft, breathy, warm panting that weaves its way under your fur. Her tongue lolls out, but where you expect it to pause, it keeps going, and going, until the tip of it lays flat above your sternum.\n\n“O-Oh my God?!” You're bewildered! You didn't know she could do this, that she had a tongue like this!\n\nWordlessly, Vesper moves in for the kill. Starting at the neck, she nestles the body of her slobbery muscle against you, moving forward, and tensing it up. With force, it drags up, trailing its way vertically, up the right side of your face, drifting dauntless across your chin, cheek and up still, avidly adventuring to even as high as your hair, not shying away from working into all of you, and leaving a damp slug-trail in its wake.\n\nYou fold like a bad poker hand, squeeing with a girlish giggle. Guess you're hers now, she's imprinted.\n\nShe cranes her head forward, coming closer over you to start grooming your teal mane, her maternal urges forming a soothing symbiosis with her horny ones. Her stuffed breasts press even further against you, past your shoulders, with your head coming up between them. You're in so, so deep. You lean to one side and latch your mouth onto one of Vesper's supple teats...while there's nothing to suck from them, the motion subdues you even further, a blushing, brainless disaster wedged firmly under your roost mom.\n\nWhile most of the action is going on above the waist, Vesper's covered bulge is starting to become blatant in its movement, messily rubbing up whatever part of you it ends up at, though it's starting to find its place between your legs, and every time it ruts unexpectedly against your lust, you reciprocate with the ferocity and confidence of a rubber dog toy; little squeaks, and only when prompted.\n\nBy the time Vesper pulls herself away from you, (which, you weren't sure if she'd ever do,) your hair is soaking wet, half of your face is still covered in her owl dew, and you smell like her now – which isn't a bad thing, an aromatic mixture of laundry powder and a soft-scented lavender hovering placid in the air around you.\n\nVesper has to readjust her eyes to being open, they've been closed so long. She still has the look of a romantic speared by Cupid's arrow, puffed up, and needy, and longing, and unsatisfied in the best of ways.\n\n“Bee, you beauty...”\n\n“I can't even think straight ohmyfreakingGod--”\n\n“I don't think I showed you my tongue like that before...”\n\n“You don't friggin' say!” You swoon under her, soul having long since left your body from all that intense, unwavering love...\n\n“Fuck...” She brings a wing to her forehead, emotionally overheated. In a moment of respite, she starts registering everything she's done so far. “Still green? I...mmf, I kinda lost myself in it there...”\n\n“You're fine! We're fine, gosh, you're so considerate, thank you...”\n\n“Good...good, good. If it's okay with you...I think I'd like to take this to its proper conclusion,” Vesper alludes, pussyfooting around her actual suggestion, “you know, if you're fine with that...hmmf..~”\n\nIt almost makes you laugh, you have to stifle it; even after smearing her feet over you, de-clothing you, laying on top of you, making out and covering you in spit, she's still too bashful around you, about the idea of full-on intimacy with you, to close the loop with confidence. Enough coddling, if there was a time to drive the nail in, it's now.\n\n“I could always say no but I think you'd rip your pants if I left you any longer...” you quip, raising a leg towards her. You smush a footpaw right up against her virile, twitching bulge, and for a moment Vesper's seeing stars, sudden stimulation making her feathers stand on end. To rub it in, you continue, “...and hey, just because you have good eyesight doesn't mean I can't see what's in front of me. I'm ready too – just so long as the shower's free for after~”\n\nVesper emits a sound some place between a wheeze and an exasperated laugh, “Y-Yours are so soft too, wow...right, I'm ready, yeah.”\n\nSwinging back the well-needed hit to her ego, Vesper stands up above you, presenting her hips forward as she slides down her jeans, kicking them off the bed. Her long, tapered, unusually rubbery member stands on end after its unveiling, and she spares you a wink. It's very slick, and of some different material than the rest of her, resembling a silicone dildo, complete with ridges and notches, and already slimed with a thin coat of lube...perhaps she has her own self-lubing mechanism, that you likely don't understand, and definitely right now don't care enough to try and understand. You know what you want, even if you're so flustered you might just die.\n\n“Like what you see, chicky? ♡”\n\n“Yeaaahhh...” You exhale, needing to blow off some steam.\n\n“How about you give me a little eye candy to work with, hm?~”\n\nYou grip your paws and reposition them to your sides, hooking sets of pawbeans inwards and dragging them down far enough to show off your goods, fighting back the reflexive urge to cover yourself. Both you and Vesper are pleasantly surprised by how wet you are. Vesper licks around her lower mandible.\n\n“You look utterly gorgeous, sweet Bee...I have a nice idea for you, actually.”\n\nVesper purrs, stepping over to your side, and you eye her curiously. She turns to face you with her rear, placing herself gently above your chest. You tilt your head, wondering if she's suggesting you eat out her ass – certainly not what you had in mind – but a bit of idle fiddling later, she gets into a position where her cock seamlessly slides into place behind her, accidentally booping up against your nose!\n\n“S-So what's your idea?”\n\n“I'll just show you. ♡”\n\nIt's not possible to see past Vesper's large form, but you can spot her back arching forward. Then you're addled with the overpowering feeling of her snakelike tongue lashing at your soaked cunt, a vicious adder with its prey caught right where it wants. Harsh. Hungry. Not only is she not holding back, but being left blind heightens every little fray. It milks a mewl from your maw, bit-off half-way as she tilts her hips back, sliding two inches of her sloppy dick between your pursed lips. The startling brashness of her advances is left no time to fester; Vesper's tongue is working miracles between your parted thighs, and this lustful stupor guides you by the paw to reciprocate as naturally as one might breathe in.\n\nTwo inches becomes four, about five, which is more than enough to tide you and her over in equal measure – hers is far bigger further down to the base, and you're not ready to take more in just yet. Still, despite your shorter tongue, you work her down, coiling your muscle around her rubbery dick and worshipping its form, its taste, a zealot at the knee of your shrine. You're lost in the act, covering her cock in as much slobber as you possibly can, moaning into it. Her hips buck against you every so often, forcing another inch or two inwards for a split-second, daring to push your limits.\n\nVesper needs more of you, her face pushing further into you. The underside of her soft mandible brushes up against your clitoral hood, her winding tongue easing into the hole fully, resting between your labia; two dampnesses coalesce, your unending horniness and her bountiful owlspit mixing.\n\nWings tucking under your thighs, she drives her tense tongue deep into your pussy, deep enough to graze your cervix. The breath clears from your lungs and you spit her dick out from your mouth as it goes.\n\n“V-Vesper..!! Oh my fucking God--!”\n\nBeing a little tongue-tied, Vesper giggles into you, and even the vibrations from subtle laughter sets you off. Your body shudders with her tender, deep kiss, with your lover refusing to let up even once her own pleasure becomes secondary. Still, her neediness grazes up against your cheek, tip prodding wherever it can, trying to join up with your mouth again by any means. Quivering lips fail to get a proper hold of it, the best you can do with your overwhelmed libido is to kiss it, rub it; it may pail in comparison to Vesper's half but she is more than satisfied with this with how her tongue moves in you, flailing from wall to wall, thrashing ferociously, heightening your sensations, sharpening them until the fine point of her unyielding love feels like it'll split you in two.\n\nWhere are you even looking right now? You don't care. You're pretty much drooling on yourself, your body a tensed up disaster, your face contorted with pleasure, but you don't care. This is all you could ever want right now.\n\nBringing her wings together, she hikes your legs up and together, massaging at your inner thighs with the tips of her longest, fluffy feathers, and giving herself a better angle to work with. The sounds she's making are delightfully gross in a way that makes your hair stand on end, the heat and wetness of her mouth against you, her hot breath blowing up against your labia, and past that, the softness of her plump, curvy body grinding against your fur, it's too much. You can't hold back.\n\nYou thrust your hips up, paws clutching the bedsheets, euphoria bubbling to eruption.\n\nMouth parting with a girlish roar, every part of your body strains. Reverberations of your orgasm pulse through you, throbbing with no end in sight, that pent stress finally expelled from your mind as endorphins rush into your brutalized mind. You feel dizzy, your peripheral vision blurring together as you helplessly sag into the bed, with a mattress like dough and pillows like marshmallows.\n\nVesper's never getting your taste off of her tongue, even once she takes herself out of you, tongue muscle reeling back between her beak. She shuffles her butt up, slipping her dick back inside your gaping maw to finish herself off, knowing your resistance has crumbled to dust. Each thrust pounds against the back of your throat with frantic, uptempo rhythm, and each time she bottoms out, it feels like another cluster of brain cells go poof.\n\nShe's on a hair trigger and it doesn't take much work to drive her over the edge; in a half-conscious stupor you can sense her throbbing against your palate before she unloads, her staggered moans punctuated by each jet of cum firing out from her dicktip, the first few into your mouth and the rest splatters across your upper body as Vesper's unruly movements steal her away from your open mouth.\n\nYou swallow without thinking, like momma's good girl should. It's synthetic yet musky, and as you swallow it back, it's followed by an odd, momentary tingle. Though, no matter how it tastes, it's hers. You are hers.\n\nVesper trills, sinking down, head resting between your footpaws, body remaining firmly atop you, you and her both mutually fucked beyond belief to exchange a word; but no word would do it justice.\n\nFor a moment your eyes flutter open, staring up at the canopy overhang. One of your paws hovers near your face to wipe it of sweat, but as you groggily look it up and down, you eye strange, dark stitches forming underneath your fur. Perhaps the delirium from such an intense session has your brain in knots. You're seeing things, right?\n\nYou can't force your eyes open forever...and slumber takes you without a second thought.\n\nYou won't have to worry about the Winter cold anymore. ♡", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "
Winter Struggles


A nagging wind erodes at your fur...your coat's a size too small, and it's all you can think about.

Pulling it down with your paws works, if only for a number of paces, before the waterproof fabric springs back up, leaving a small patch of your midriff undefended. It's tireless, taxing, grinding away at your walk with a menial task of labour that you'd really prefer was left at home. Pulling your pants up further is equally futile, just in the opposite direction.

Thin ice layers upon leaf litter – oil on water – and near enough slippy too. Your steps have to be deliberate, and manual, each stride forward remedied with subtle crunches of frosted debris. While you'd never willingly admit it, you've already fallen flat on your ass a few times on the way here, each tumble more humiliating than the last.

Obfuscated by the thin glacial layer, you notice a clearing in the undergrowth; a worn down patch of dirt, extending to a far point that you can't discern, different from the wilting grasses. This must be the path to her 'house'? You squint against the fog, looking deeper into the copse...perfect. There's a subtle light, an ember roughly seventy feet away and twenty feet high, half-blocked by another trunk but, still marked enough to glimpse cutting through the misty air.

Your pace quickens, with a hint of caution. As you near it, you see its true scale, towering up as though its tallest branches are trying to prod into space itself. It's a Redwood tree, the bark distinct, tucked neatly enough into its coniferous guardsmen to appear innocuous from a distance, but up close, it's a sore thumb. Nailed into the vertical breadth of the Redwood and stretching up to the light are crude planks, some a little askew, each rung forming a makeshift ladder...though, it's in a state of mild disrepair, with a few cracks and speckles of moss on the lowest four planks.

To your right, and the ladder's left, an odd contraption. A real doohickey, yielded by some tightly coiled strands of flax, spun around a wheel, which extends diagonally outwards to a wooden structure, to four corners of a box, sized to hold about four you's, give or take. Your brain feels like a frozen pea, but this appears to be some sort of pseudo-elevator; as makeshift's best as you can get in the middle of nature.

There's a hint of skepticism on if this'll work, but you step inside, closing the gate-door behind yourself. There's no buttons, though. How do you work this thing?

“Hey, Vesper, you in there?! How do I make this thing go up?”

Your throat feels hoarse, and physically cold. You croak it out like a frog, despite your volume. Up there, you hear a scrambling that reverberates through the trunk, and a door high above the ground swings open fervently. Craning her neck out from inside is the owl of the hour. You can't see her from the shoulders down with how she's peeking out. She firmly holds onto the pulley mechanism and starts hefting you up by hand – or wing.

It takes about a minute, and as the two of you get level, the elevator nestles into a notch with a noteworthy click! Vesper eases her grip – gingerly, eyeing that it really is locked into place – before letting go entirely. It does hold. You open the gate, stepping out onto a sturdy branch. Her figure is backlit by the room's light inside, and for a second it feels like her whole body is emanating heat.

“Whew!” Vesper lets out a sigh, patting down her sides. You look her over now that the two of you are level; she's wearing a fluffy red-green striped sweater, fluffy as the rest of her, and a pair of clingy black jeans. The tips of her fabric winghands are slightly worn from grasping the pulley so harshly, but it's nothing that won't buff out. She appears out of breath, but thrilled to see you.

“Bit of a workout but, there, you're up.”

“So it's a manual elevator, then?” You posit, flicking your eyes up to the substitute rope.

“Oh, uhh...not exactly, there's...” she points a little past you, at the planks with two jutting out from the floor that you didn't notice, a little inconspicuous underneath the thin layer of snow and sleet, “...right, if you see here, there's two 'pedals', sort of? You press down on one and it pulls you up, you press down on the other and it lowers you down. Like a car, except...well, not?”

“You couldn't have told me that before I got here? Or now?”

“Well--!” Vesper pauses, looking off somewhere into the distance. “It slipped my mind before, and you looked so cold down there, so I thought I'd just do it myself!”

“Uh huh.” You look at her, despite her not looking back at you. “Well thank you Vesper. I appreciate it, even if it was a little silly.”

Vesper exhales, but smiles. “Sad, but true...I'm not known for my intelligence! Anyway, get your butt inside or we'll both be icicles, c'mon!”

She doubles back inside, and you tail her closely.

The unassuming door on the outside makes way to the interior. There's such a stark difference that you end up blinking thrice to make sense of it!

One of the first, if not the first thing that strikes you is the warmth. The moment you take a step inside, you're enveloped in a homely heat. It washes up against your face first, then trails down through the neck and into the rest of your body. Your back trembles from the contrast.

Then, the rest of the details follow. This abode is decorated much like one would their house, despite being poised right inside a treehollow; a wide couch, tucked into one side with a nice assortment of blankets strewn about on top of it, for one, looks particularly inviting. Shelves are hung up against the bark interior, various trinkets atop, punctuated by books. A colourful woollen floor rug, a table with a softly pulsing lava lamp...in the back, there appears to be some sort of staircase, too. Perhaps to other rooms? Either way, you get the impression she hasn't skimped out on the amenities – is that a fucking flatscreen TV?!

“Oh, yeah, that's fully wired,” Vesper retorts, tracking your gaze like the apex predator she is, missing not even a beat as she pushes the outer door shut behind you, “I'm not giving up modern comfort just by living in a tree. Though it was a little hellish getting this all to work...”

“How did you wire all this through a tree?”

“With a lot of effort!” She gives a sort of defeated grin, coupled with the closest approximation to a winged thumbs up; you can feel every single emotion in her expression of what it was like setting that up and you don't dare ask any follow-up questions.

“Maintenance is a pain too, but it's a small price to pay for living somewhere that really feels like it belongs to me, y'know? It's personalized! And it sure beats being squeezed under the thumb of some lousy landlord.”

Vesper settles onto the couch, patting the spot beside her to gesture its openness.

“Sit down; you can throw your coat over the armrest if you'd like, or I could find a place to put it in the bathroom if you're worried about making a mess.”

“Oh, uhh, sure. I don't wanna make your couch too wet,” you muse, “so maybe some other place, yeah. Do you not have a coat rack?”

“That's a good idea actually! I'll get one before any next guests come by so I don't have to make a habit out of confiscating people's coats.”

While you unzip and wriggle out of your overcoat, Vesper hops up again and slinks past you, helping you to slip out of the sleeves – you murmur a thanks at her. When it does come off, it's such a relief. Your fur fluffs up, your shoulders feel unburdened; best of all, your tum doesn't feel so nude. It's not as if you're not wearing anything underneath – you have a nice puffy sweater of your own – but with the coat on, the open slither between the bottom slice of your coat and the rim of your pants radiated an uncomfortable feeling of being...uncovered. Now, it's not so nagging. Your host exits the room, coat between her winghands.

You mosey on to the couch, and sling a blanket over yourself. The awfully soft fabric is a joy on your fur, the perfect blend of silken and well-textured, keeping you embraced from the neck down. Especially when compared to the cloying Winter's storm, it's a soft sunbeam gazing over you with loving eyes. Your back relaxes and you sink into the couch cushions a little, finally granted that relaxation.

Nothing's even on the TV right now but you catch yourself staring dopily into the black screen at yourself with about the same vigour as someone who had one too many weed brownies.

“Coat's hung up in the bathroom!” Vesper states plainly as she walks back in. As big as she may be, you didn't catch her footsteps coming, so it's a mild surprise to see her so suddenly.

“Awesome!”

She sits down next to you, swaddling herself in her own blanket with a gentle coo. Her face softens much like yours did until you see her perk back up.

“Wait, lemme turn this thing on first.” Vesper reaches out to the side to a small table with the remote on it, and fiddles with the buttons until the TV flickers to bright.

“Any suggestions for what I should put on? Otherwise it'll just be cartoons.”

“That'd be really nice, actually.”

Vesper flicks through the channel menu with one wing until she lands on one of the cartoon channels. It's in media res part-way through an episode of TAWOG; to be frank, neither of you are quite sure what's going on right now, but it's certainly good background noise to talk over, and something to mutually share eye contact on that isn't one another.

“Have you ever thought of doing something similar to me, actually?” Vesper posits, staring over at you. “Not to generalize but given your bear-iness I can definitely see you rigging up a nice cave or den in a similar way.”

“Eh, maybe!” You reply. The thought has definitely crossed your mind before. “It might be a little claustrophobic, though, and I'd miss natural light.”

“Hm, good point. You wouldn't be able to have proper windows...I don't suffer from a lack of sunlight as much on account of the whole plushie thing. Maybe there'd be a way to carve in a skylight?”

“It seems like a lot of hassle to be honest with you.”

“Yeahhhhh...” She gives another defeated laugh. “I'd be happy to try helping with it though if you ever do give it a try, since I've done my own DIY job of this place.”

“Aw, I appreciate it.” You flash a cheery grin at her.

“Unrelated but, while you're here, maybe some time when Spring comes, we could go out together? Could hit the city but, I was thinking of spending some time by the lake. Maybe a picnic, could do some fishing? Haven't tried it before but it could be fun, and there's nothing bad about trying something new...a little pescatarian's getaway, perhaps.”

“If you don't mind me dipping my paws in and catching fish the old fashioned way, sure~”

“Not at all!” She giggles, the mental image running through her head. “I'll bring towels for you then, too.”

“I'll keep a note of it anyway.”

“Ahhh...a date day in nature...” Vesper trills, nestling herself deeper into the couch. The word 'date' here catches your attention, splashing a layer of pink colour over your blue cheeks.

You repeat after her, “Date?” The question slips out almost reflexively, like a defense against the sudden forwardness from your friend.

“A day where we do fun stuff together feels very date-like! Friends can go on friend dates, right? Sorry, not uhh...didn't want you to get the wrong idea there, oops.”

“No no, you're fine, I mighta jumped to that conclusion.”

Something else has caught your eye too; it's a bit imperceptible at first, but you can see Vesper grinding her back and her butt into the couch cushions, with a vacant stare. Shuffling about like this strikes you as interesting, and it's not something you've seen before in the time that you've known her.

“Are you okay?” Plainly asking. “Are you anxious about anything?”

“Anxious?” Her expression droops a little, with a hint of surprise. “Not at all, why do you ask?”

“You're moving about in place, I was wondering what's up with that?”

“I...haven't been?” She returns, with a softer muttering under her voice, “Have I been?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

Vesper surveys herself, her neck tilting and twisting at angles that would be uncomfortable for most other creatures. She presses a wing to her face, rubbing the breadth of her distended feathers into her cheek. The motion looks self-soothing to you, her eyelids fluttering a little, her breath slowing. Then her face lights up; not in surprise, but in embarrassment. The sound catches in her throat and she motions to speak when nothing comes out.

“Sorry, I, uhh...I know what it is, but it's not a big deal! Just some...yeah, it's okay, I promise.” Composure reaches her face again trailing into those last words.

You're curious, teetering on the edge of prying...

“Well, if you're sure...” You affirm, giving her a gentle tone that inflects that she can trust you to listen if there really is something on her mind.

In lieu of words, Vesper nudges up closer to you, shuffling herself atop the couch to sit by you. The blankets rub up together, and even sans any direct physical contact, it's oddly intimate. That, and she had more than enough space where she already was, yet chose to get as close as she is now.

But it's not unwelcome.

“Warm enough there?”

“Plenty,” Vesper responds, “maybe I just felt like warming you up?~”

Okay, that was definitely a flirt. If she wasn't warming you up already...

“Wow, gosh...ahah, I appreciate it? That's...very nice.”

The response tumbles out, underprepared, but you don't mean to sound like you're snubbing her off. You tilt your head to one side, hiking it up against her shoulder now that it's close enough. The underside of your chin presses up into some of your chest fluff. You swear your heart misses a beat.

“Ah, jeez, I think I've talked a bit too much about myself. What plans do you have for when it's warmer?”

“Probably go on more walks! I'd like to get out and stretch my legs some more when it's not freezing outside. Outside of that, nothing really long-term! It'll be easier thinking of Springtime stuff when it turns Spring. Actually, have I told you I like plane-watching?”

“Don't think you have! I guess when you have a bird as a friend it's the uhh, less awkward version of birdwatching?”

“Well, anthropomorphic birds are different from non-anthropomorphic birds. I don't think it'd be weird if I watched those sorts of birds.”

“I guess not! Sometimes I actually get birds trying to get in here, I guess because it's prime real estate, pfft...very warm, well-insulated...they can watch the TV, y'know. Things that birds do.”

“And it's also a big ass tree!”

“Very big ass tree!” Vesper follows up with further enthusiasm.

“But yeah, it's fun looking up at a clear sky and seeing the planes leave behind their contrails. Makes me wonder where they're going.”

“I do find it endearing how we've made our own big metal birds to fly in. A lot of things take their inspiration from the natural world...bullet trains being modelled on Kingfishers is a favourite of mine. I think with aerodynamics specifically you get that a lot...it's cool...heheh...”

“Well when you've had thousands of years to evolve to a purpose...”

“Thousands of years just for me to turn out as a flightless, stuffed owl, pffft...yeah~” Vesper quips. She exhales through the thin gap between her beak, curling her neck a little to lean her head up against yours. She's gently grinding again – this time, with her cheek against your head. She doesn't seem to be aware of it. Perhaps it's instinctual?

“You're doing the thing again,” you point out to her, “sure there's nothing up with that?”

“Mm...” Vesper mumbles.

You pull away from her for just a second to get a better look at her expression...her smile is wide and dopey, her eyes low.

Before you can draw a conclusion, she abruptly comes back upon you again, forgoing her own blanket to drape a wing across your lap. She half-mounts you, pressing herself up against you, face into your bosom. It's a lot all at once, your eyes widening with shock.

“Ah – Vesper?!” Your body moves back a little, jolting from the overbearing closeness. She retaliates by gripping against you harder.

“Mmm, no, no, stay there...mmhehe, please, stay...stay right there...it's good here.” Her words have a subtle slurring to them, as if she was intoxicated on something.

“Are you...drunk?”

Vesper sneaks in a couple more nuzzles into your chest before she claps back. “Drunk on love, maybe...”

It clicks in your head, finally.

“Wait, you're in heat, aren't you?! That's why you're all...warm, and blushy, and I assume you're nest scraping too?”

“I-I, uhm...yeah, you got me...” She admits it, finally. Worried with your reaction, she does have the restraint to pull herself back away from you. “I just didn't...want it to get in the way, I guess? It's around January and February that owls of my species roost, and it's cold out there, and warm in here, and I guess the intimacy was starting to make me act up.”

“Vesper, it's alright...” You slip out of your own blanket for a little bit to place a paw on one of her thighs. You look at her with an air of sincerity, “I don't mind it, but I would've preferred you being honest the first time I asked. Not mad at you though...”

“Mm, you're right. Best that I'm open about these things.” She softly nods. “This is gonna be...really distracting though if I don't deal with it, I'll be honest. Maybe you could give me ten, fifteen minutes alone? I won't be long!”

Vesper gestures to get up, but your paw doesn't leave her leg. Sheepishly, you stutter out something to keep her here for just long enough.

“W-Wait, uhm...maybe...maybe I could come with you? I...didn't hate that. M-Maybe I kinda liked it, actually...”

“Wh– really?” Bewilderment crosses her eyes. “You'd want to...you know..?”

“If you want my consent, you have it now...”

“Are you sure? Gosh...”

“I'm sure,” you happily reaffirm, “but thanks for being as considerate as you're being. You're a real sweetheart, Vesper.”

“S-Sweetheart...” The word strikes her right in the heart like a sharpened arrow. Lust sweeps over not only her expression, but also her whole body. Her thighs press up against each other, her wings tense up. Being pet-named hit one hell of a button.

“Yeah, sweetheart!” You reiterate, sly in your intentions.

Vesper takes a deep, longing sigh, clawing back the composure that hasn't been drained from her completely. She seems acutely aware of the fact you're playing with her, but it doesn't make the act any less embarrassing for her to deal with.

“Anyway...” she pulls at her sweater's collar, “...should I show you the way? It's just down the stairs a little bit.”

You nod, and Vesper takes the first steps forward, with you following in her stead. She brings you down a flight of stairs, neatly carved into one side of the Redwood and gently lit by some lamps wired into the inner bark. The ambiance is quite pleasant, and you're not even in her bedroom yet.

Through a door she goes, and you follow suit. Her bedroom definitely looks like an extension of her, decorated with a slew of comfy chairs, a cozy canopy bed draped with lilac-coloured curtains, and enough inanimate plushies scattered into every area possible it'd make an apocalypse survivalist feel envious. The inner bark walls are painted over with a shade of pastel lavender, fading upwards into a darker purple nearer to the ceiling. Carved into one of the walls is a circular window, peeking out westwards to where the sun sets. It has curtains that aren't drawn shut right now, but the likelihood of any would-be sickos peeping through the glass is nothing if not improbable.

Vesper splays apart the bed's covers to take a seat on the edge of her bed, with the room's candlelight softly illuminating her front. She lets her talons dangle off of the side, kicking her feet like a joyous little schoolgirl. You end up staring a little bit at her claws; something about them seem so soft, so inviting...you want to reach out and touch them but find your confidence obscured at the sight of Vesper so aloof before something so lewd. Still, even past her blatant lack of stress, her thighs are tucked taut. She has something to hide down there.

You shut the door behind yourself.

“So...how are we doing this?” You put forward the question, the realization that you didn't really plan for this finally dawning. Your paw comes up to your other's forearm and you can't bare to look her right in the eyes given the circumstances...but stealing another glance at those footpaws is different, right?

“Well, I wasn't expecting it to go this route!” Vesper quips, her composure regained from your earlier teasing. “Honestly, I'm fine feeling it out with you. I don't have a proper plan in mind. Before we start, do you know traffic lights?”

“For consent, right? Green is good, yellow's slow down...”

“Red is stop, mhm, mhm.” She eagerly finishes your sentence. “Just want you to know that's always in play; you always reserve the right to back out, or to tell me to cool it or such.”

“Thank you, really...”

“Of course! Now that that's squared away..~”

Vesper extends a leg towards you, shifting her body forward to be able to actually reach you with her left set of talons; it grips into your clothed tummy, feeling around herself whilst giving you a taste of how soft they are. The undersides are lacquered with a different sort of fabric, closer to a pillow without its cover on than to a stuffed toy. You tense up with an unsolicited chuckle.

“H-Hey..! That tickles, why the claws Vesper?”

“You know full well 'why the claws'!” Vesper tuts at you. “Being stuffed doesn't hamper my eyesight one bit. If it's in my line of sight, I can see it...now, do you wanna ogle all night, or do you want to feel them, darling?~”

You look down at your own paws, biting your lip. She's so dang forward, and isn't shying away from petnames.

“M...Maybe! Maybe I would...”

Vesper retreats further back onto the bed, sitting at the foot – no pun intended. Seems she's left the pillow-side for you, how thoughtful!

“There's enough space there for the both of us.”

Her insinuation is pretty clear; you crawl up onto the upper half of the bed, sitting cross-legged in front of Vesper's cushy pincers. All she does is squish them, expanding them outwards then clutching them back in on themselves, but the draw is magnetic. You reach out one of your paws to grip its corresponding set of talons in a handshake, and the now direct touch of skin to skin – fur to fabric – has you quivering. She closes her toes around your paw, her grip firm as you'd come to expect from a night-borne predator like her.

“Vesperrrr...” You murmur, intonation soft, blue cheeks tinted. She takes your meekness as an opportunity, unlatching her claws from you for a moment. It feels like part of your soul goes with, denied that softness, but the little devil is oh-so-eager to repay you...looming over you with a little smirk on her beak.

“Yes, Beeee?~” She matches your words, placing her best foot forwards...against your chest! Groping up against something equally rivalled in its squishability...

“O-Oh gosh!!”

“Awwh, darling, sweetheart, something up? Don't worry, don't worry...I'm here to treat you right...you look so adorable underneath me...”

“Mmmm..!!” You whimper underneath her. She's so big now, in how she looks and in her imposition. Her tone is so sickly sweet it might give you a sugar rush.

Her claw pokes and prods at you; you feel more a toy than she is.

When she steps her second foot onto you, gripping at your thigh, you expect to be crushed under her weight, but she's surprisingly light all of a sudden. Despite that, she has her way with you, stepping over you and smushing the undersides of her paws against your clothes, grasping at the hem of your sweater, teasing the idea of lifting it right up. Her plush feathers ruffle and stand up to their ends. More than that though, you can see a growing need forming below her hipline. Visible, and impeded only by the tightness of her tight bottoms. She's into her groove now.

“Tell me how much you adore my paws, hun.”

“Th-They're...huff, they're so soft, and...big, and they're...they feel so good touching meeeee...”

“Good girl... ♡”

Vesper takes a breathy sigh, feeling up your cleavage through the sweater. It's high time she cashes in that need to expose you. One claw hovers above the bottom edge of your sweater again, this time clutching down on it, drawing it upwards, encouraging it to above your head. It's a little awkward with your fluffy arms catching in the sleeves so, understanding Vesper's initiative, you sneak out of the armholes yourself, letting your partner finish the job.

Your paws come in front of your bra, feeling the need to defend your sudden bout of nudity. Vesper crouches down, slipping the breadth of one of her wings below your back to unhook it, tilting forward to nip the bra with her beak, taking it off intimately. And she just stares.

“Wow, I...never really knew how big they'd be now that we're...huff, wow. I think I need to get out of my own get-up, eheh...”

A soft moan precedes Vesper's wings, heaving at the hem of her own, festive sweater; with swiftness, it goes up, and over, and off; and so would her bra, if she was wearing one in the first place. She lets them hang voyeuristically and revels in the expression you make.

“Y-You're not..!?”

“It's my house, sugarplum, I can choose what I wear...hmhmm...want to feel these up too, little chick~? No point in just staring...look, here... ♡”

Before you can croak an overembarrassed reply out of your maw, she flops atop you, and now she feels heavy! A living weighted blanket all of a sudden, crushing you beneath her heft. Those tits are now front and center, taking up the majority of your view as she scrapes her belly into you. Vesper's eyes flutter closed, and she softly “hoooo”s. More and more of yourself lodges underneath her ample layers of fabric and feathers. You can barely move your legs, but you don't want to. That growing lust that you've tried to ignore is boiling over, a wetness spreading between your legs.

You feel her breath on you, and she feels your breath on her. It's natural that a kiss follows.

Her beak presses up against your plump lips, a traditional smooch is tough for a bird but she's happy to settle with this...a brain so full of thoughts is mindless and you're already kissing back a whole three seconds before it registers. You hold there with her while she roosts on you, soft vibrations of her hooting against your face.

Your heart is in your eyes, you look up at her when the kiss breaks, blinks and skipped beats moving in tandem. Her adoration of you is undeniable from the look she gives you.

“My sweet nestling,” her head bobs dreamily, side to side, “are you fine to continue? Your colour...please~”

“Guh...green...we can...oh g-gosh, Vesperrrrr...keep going, yes, oh wrow--”

“Excited chicklet...need to keep you here, need you keep you safe...”

Her beak opens with soft, breathy, warm panting that weaves its way under your fur. Her tongue lolls out, but where you expect it to pause, it keeps going, and going, until the tip of it lays flat above your sternum.

“O-Oh my God?!” You're bewildered! You didn't know she could do this, that she had a tongue like this!

Wordlessly, Vesper moves in for the kill. Starting at the neck, she nestles the body of her slobbery muscle against you, moving forward, and tensing it up. With force, it drags up, trailing its way vertically, up the right side of your face, drifting dauntless across your chin, cheek and up still, avidly adventuring to even as high as your hair, not shying away from working into all of you, and leaving a damp slug-trail in its wake.

You fold like a bad poker hand, squeeing with a girlish giggle. Guess you're hers now, she's imprinted.

She cranes her head forward, coming closer over you to start grooming your teal mane, her maternal urges forming a soothing symbiosis with her horny ones. Her stuffed breasts press even further against you, past your shoulders, with your head coming up between them. You're in so, so deep. You lean to one side and latch your mouth onto one of Vesper's supple teats...while there's nothing to suck from them, the motion subdues you even further, a blushing, brainless disaster wedged firmly under your roost mom.

While most of the action is going on above the waist, Vesper's covered bulge is starting to become blatant in its movement, messily rubbing up whatever part of you it ends up at, though it's starting to find its place between your legs, and every time it ruts unexpectedly against your lust, you reciprocate with the ferocity and confidence of a rubber dog toy; little squeaks, and only when prompted.

By the time Vesper pulls herself away from you, (which, you weren't sure if she'd ever do,) your hair is soaking wet, half of your face is still covered in her owl dew, and you smell like her now – which isn't a bad thing, an aromatic mixture of laundry powder and a soft-scented lavender hovering placid in the air around you.

Vesper has to readjust her eyes to being open, they've been closed so long. She still has the look of a romantic speared by Cupid's arrow, puffed up, and needy, and longing, and unsatisfied in the best of ways.

“Bee, you beauty...”

“I can't even think straight ohmyfreakingGod--”

“I don't think I showed you my tongue like that before...”

“You don't friggin' say!” You swoon under her, soul having long since left your body from all that intense, unwavering love...

“Fuck...” She brings a wing to her forehead, emotionally overheated. In a moment of respite, she starts registering everything she's done so far. “Still green? I...mmf, I kinda lost myself in it there...”

“You're fine! We're fine, gosh, you're so considerate, thank you...”

“Good...good, good. If it's okay with you...I think I'd like to take this to its proper conclusion,” Vesper alludes, pussyfooting around her actual suggestion, “you know, if you're fine with that...hmmf..~”

It almost makes you laugh, you have to stifle it; even after smearing her feet over you, de-clothing you, laying on top of you, making out and covering you in spit, she's still too bashful around you, about the idea of full-on intimacy with you, to close the loop with confidence. Enough coddling, if there was a time to drive the nail in, it's now.

“I could always say no but I think you'd rip your pants if I left you any longer...” you quip, raising a leg towards her. You smush a footpaw right up against her virile, twitching bulge, and for a moment Vesper's seeing stars, sudden stimulation making her feathers stand on end. To rub it in, you continue, “...and hey, just because you have good eyesight doesn't mean I can't see what's in front of me. I'm ready too – just so long as the shower's free for after~”

Vesper emits a sound some place between a wheeze and an exasperated laugh, “Y-Yours are so soft too, wow...right, I'm ready, yeah.”

Swinging back the well-needed hit to her ego, Vesper stands up above you, presenting her hips forward as she slides down her jeans, kicking them off the bed. Her long, tapered, unusually rubbery member stands on end after its unveiling, and she spares you a wink. It's very slick, and of some different material than the rest of her, resembling a silicone dildo, complete with ridges and notches, and already slimed with a thin coat of lube...perhaps she has her own self-lubing mechanism, that you likely don't understand, and definitely right now don't care enough to try and understand. You know what you want, even if you're so flustered you might just die.

“Like what you see, chicky? ♡”

“Yeaaahhh...” You exhale, needing to blow off some steam.

“How about you give me a little eye candy to work with, hm?~”

You grip your paws and reposition them to your sides, hooking sets of pawbeans inwards and dragging them down far enough to show off your goods, fighting back the reflexive urge to cover yourself. Both you and Vesper are pleasantly surprised by how wet you are. Vesper licks around her lower mandible.

“You look utterly gorgeous, sweet Bee...I have a nice idea for you, actually.”

Vesper purrs, stepping over to your side, and you eye her curiously. She turns to face you with her rear, placing herself gently above your chest. You tilt your head, wondering if she's suggesting you eat out her ass – certainly not what you had in mind – but a bit of idle fiddling later, she gets into a position where her cock seamlessly slides into place behind her, accidentally booping up against your nose!

“S-So what's your idea?”

“I'll just show you. ♡”

It's not possible to see past Vesper's large form, but you can spot her back arching forward. Then you're addled with the overpowering feeling of her snakelike tongue lashing at your soaked cunt, a vicious adder with its prey caught right where it wants. Harsh. Hungry. Not only is she not holding back, but being left blind heightens every little fray. It milks a mewl from your maw, bit-off half-way as she tilts her hips back, sliding two inches of her sloppy dick between your pursed lips. The startling brashness of her advances is left no time to fester; Vesper's tongue is working miracles between your parted thighs, and this lustful stupor guides you by the paw to reciprocate as naturally as one might breathe in.

Two inches becomes four, about five, which is more than enough to tide you and her over in equal measure – hers is far bigger further down to the base, and you're not ready to take more in just yet. Still, despite your shorter tongue, you work her down, coiling your muscle around her rubbery dick and worshipping its form, its taste, a zealot at the knee of your shrine. You're lost in the act, covering her cock in as much slobber as you possibly can, moaning into it. Her hips buck against you every so often, forcing another inch or two inwards for a split-second, daring to push your limits.

Vesper needs more of you, her face pushing further into you. The underside of her soft mandible brushes up against your clitoral hood, her winding tongue easing into the hole fully, resting between your labia; two dampnesses coalesce, your unending horniness and her bountiful owlspit mixing.

Wings tucking under your thighs, she drives her tense tongue deep into your pussy, deep enough to graze your cervix. The breath clears from your lungs and you spit her dick out from your mouth as it goes.

“V-Vesper..!! Oh my fucking God--!”

Being a little tongue-tied, Vesper giggles into you, and even the vibrations from subtle laughter sets you off. Your body shudders with her tender, deep kiss, with your lover refusing to let up even once her own pleasure becomes secondary. Still, her neediness grazes up against your cheek, tip prodding wherever it can, trying to join up with your mouth again by any means. Quivering lips fail to get a proper hold of it, the best you can do with your overwhelmed libido is to kiss it, rub it; it may pail in comparison to Vesper's half but she is more than satisfied with this with how her tongue moves in you, flailing from wall to wall, thrashing ferociously, heightening your sensations, sharpening them until the fine point of her unyielding love feels like it'll split you in two.

Where are you even looking right now? You don't care. You're pretty much drooling on yourself, your body a tensed up disaster, your face contorted with pleasure, but you don't care. This is all you could ever want right now.

Bringing her wings together, she hikes your legs up and together, massaging at your inner thighs with the tips of her longest, fluffy feathers, and giving herself a better angle to work with. The sounds she's making are delightfully gross in a way that makes your hair stand on end, the heat and wetness of her mouth against you, her hot breath blowing up against your labia, and past that, the softness of her plump, curvy body grinding against your fur, it's too much. You can't hold back.

You thrust your hips up, paws clutching the bedsheets, euphoria bubbling to eruption.

Mouth parting with a girlish roar, every part of your body strains. Reverberations of your orgasm pulse through you, throbbing with no end in sight, that pent stress finally expelled from your mind as endorphins rush into your brutalized mind. You feel dizzy, your peripheral vision blurring together as you helplessly sag into the bed, with a mattress like dough and pillows like marshmallows.

Vesper's never getting your taste off of her tongue, even once she takes herself out of you, tongue muscle reeling back between her beak. She shuffles her butt up, slipping her dick back inside your gaping maw to finish herself off, knowing your resistance has crumbled to dust. Each thrust pounds against the back of your throat with frantic, uptempo rhythm, and each time she bottoms out, it feels like another cluster of brain cells go poof.

She's on a hair trigger and it doesn't take much work to drive her over the edge; in a half-conscious stupor you can sense her throbbing against your palate before she unloads, her staggered moans punctuated by each jet of cum firing out from her dicktip, the first few into your mouth and the rest splatters across your upper body as Vesper's unruly movements steal her away from your open mouth.

You swallow without thinking, like momma's good girl should. It's synthetic yet musky, and as you swallow it back, it's followed by an odd, momentary tingle. Though, no matter how it tastes, it's hers. You are hers.

Vesper trills, sinking down, head resting between your footpaws, body remaining firmly atop you, you and her both mutually fucked beyond belief to exchange a word; but no word would do it justice.

For a moment your eyes flutter open, staring up at the canopy overhang. One of your paws hovers near your face to wipe it of sweat, but as you groggily look it up and down, you eye strange, dark stitches forming underneath your fur. Perhaps the delirium from such an intense session has your brain in knots. You're seeing things, right?

You can't force your eyes open forever...and slumber takes you without a second thought.

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