The first thing Cherry notices is the view over the city, a bumpy field of lights from windows, cars and street lamps, broken up by skyscrapers even taller than the one he's currently in. Then his eyes pass over the living room, minimalist in styling but not sparse, well-coordinated but every piece still distinct. It's tasteful, refined. And very clean.
Cherry turns around.
“Nice place.”
Winter smiles awkwardly and looks off to the side, blushing.
“Thanks.”
Cherry kicks off his shoes and walks up to an odd sort of modernist lamp in the corner, looking it up and down, half admiring it and half wondering how you turn the thing on.
“What'd you do to afford it?”
“I uh, I have a roommate.” It almost comes out like a question.
“Hm.” Cherry spins around, smirking, and takes a step towards Winter. “Well mister mysterious wealthy chickadee, care to give me a tour of the place?” He runs a forehoof down the songbird’s chest. “I'd be particularly interested in seeing the bedroom.”
Winter’s breath seems to catch for a moment, before the suave little smile returns to his beak. He wraps a wing around Cherry's lower back.
“Right this way, mister horny deer.”
Cherry rolls his eyes but follows.
The bedroom seems a little… off. It's fine, but there's a few spots where a picture feels like it should go, but there's nothing there. A wall next to the bed is covered in hooks with nothing on them.
But before Cherry can fully process this, his date is behind him, running his wings over the deer's flank, down his thighs, around to squeeze his butt.
“What was that about me being a horny deer?” Cherry giggles.
“Well I never said anything about me not being a horny bird,” the chickadee whispers in his ear.
Cherry turns around, takes Winter's wing and leads him over to the bed. Then without warning, he twirls around the songbird and pushes him onto the bed. Winter lands on his back, his momentary look of surprise quickly giving way to a hungry smile when the deer starts up his act, giving the songbird doe eyes as he sensually unbuttons his own shirt.
Suddenly Winter stands up, looking past Cherry, eyes wide. The deer spins around, prey instincts activating for a moment.
“Oh that’s, uhm, that’s my…”
The door swings open to reveal a tall shrike in a sharp suit. His piercing eyes drift over the deer, then to the songbird. He smiles.
“I take it your date went well, pet.” 
“Pet?” Cherry raises an eyebrow and gives Winter a sideways look. 
The chickadee is looking straight ahead, holding his composure despite the blush spreading over his beak.
“Yes, it did. Uh, I thought You wouldn’t be home until l-later.”
“I finished up early”, he replies as he takes off his suit jacket.
Cherry gives the shrike a little wave.
“Hi! Sorry, who are you?”
The shrike gives him a predatory look, sending a little shiver down the deer’s spine. 
“Didn’t birdpet tell you? I’m its Master.”
“Master?”
The shrike walks up to Winter and threads the tip of a claw through the zipper on his sweater.
“What are you doing wearing this thing, toy? Don’t you want to show off your collar?”
“W-wait no please–”
The shrike pulls down, giving Cherry a brief look at a black leather collar with bright blue text across the front before Winter’s wings come up to cover the collar and his face.
“Whaoh what was that?” Cherry turns towards the chickadee and reaches out to move his wings out of the way, but Winter only pulls them in tighter, like he’s trying to curl himself up into a ball.
“Wings at your sides, pet.”  
Winter whimpers but complies. His head is pointed down, his eyes flitting across the floor, occasionally giving a pleading look at Cherry.
“Beak up.” 
Slowly, the chickadee lifts his head, his eyes now fixed on the ceiling, blinking rapidly. Cherry finally gets a good look at the collar; simple, black, emblazoned with the words “GOOD BIRD” in bright blue, with a d-ring hanging down from the front, right between the two words.
“Huh.” Cherry flicks the hanging d-ring. “That’s pretty cute actually.”
“Would you like one?” The shrike sounds like he’s offering a guest a glass of his best whiskey. 
Cherry snorts.
“I’m good, thanks.” He looks over to see the shrike giving him a warm smile, still with that sharp look in his eyes. There’s a little flutter in the deer’s chest. Then the predator’s eyes turn back to the chickadee.
“You know how I feel about you hiding your collar in public, pet, nevermind in our own home”
“Y-yes Master.”
“I’ll be putting together a restricted wardrobe for you until you can be trusted. And no more clothes in the house. Strip.”
The little bird’s eyes jump up to meet the shrike’s, a look of desperation on his face.
“B-but Master I–”
“Now. First warning.”
Winter whimpers and gets to pulling his clothes off.
“Underwear too,” the shrike says, as he’s pulling his left talon through the leg of his pants.
“Y-yes Master…”
The chickadee hesitantly hooks his claws in his waistband. With another whimper, he pulls his underwear down, revealing a little purple cage where his cock would be.
“Oh wow.” Cherry giggles, then smirks at Winter and cocks his head. “How were you planning to fuck me exactly?”
“W-well, I was thinking,” the little bird stammers, not quite meeting the deer’s eyes. “M-maybe I could use a strapon, or w-we could just cuddle, o-or–”
“Someone to cuddle? Is Ducky not enough for you?” The shrike’s voice is soothing, almost paternal.
“Ducky?” Cedar asks, incredulous.
As if by magic, the shrike produces a yellow plush duck from behind his back and dangles it in front of the chickadee. There’s a matching “GOOD BIRD” collar around the duck’s neck, with yellow text instead of blue.
Winter’s whole body seems to soften all at once, his eyes now locked on Ducky the shrike brings it close to the chickadee’s beak. Winter closes his eyes and rubs his beak against the plushie’s yellow bill, softly cooing as his whole body seems to melt. His eyes gradually flit open, suddenly opening wide when he sees Cherry’s muzzle hanging open. He pulls away from the plush beak and straightens up, now shaking his head and leaning away from the shrike.
“No no no p-please Master, n-not in front of–”
“What’s wrong, birdpet? You don’t want your new friend to know how much you love Ducky?” The shrike gently sways the plush back and forth. The chickadee’s eyes snap back and forth between Ducky and his Master, almost as if it were hypnotizing him. Ducky makes its way down the songbird’s front, occasionally eliciting little gasps and shivers as it brushes its beak against his dull-yellow feathers, even as he whimpers and tears well up in his eyes. 
“No, no, please Master…”
As it nears his crotch, the chickadee starts to panic, frantically shaking his head and holding his wings up, flapping them slightly. 
“Wait wait no please Master please chirp!” His caged bits twitch as the plush duck’s bill brushes against the very tip of his plastic bits, his hips bucking involuntarily into the air as the shrike pulls Ducky away again.
A snicker escapes from behind Cherry’s forehooves.
“Oh my god does he fuck that thing?!”
The chickadee’s eyes go wide as he looks over at his former date.
“What what no no I–”
“Don’t lie, birdpet.” The shrike reaches around and grabs his pet’s rear. He pulls the little bird’s hips forward, forcing his caged bits and the plush duck’s crotch together. The chickadee gasps. His back arches before curling in again as he wraps his wings around ducky’s body and presses his face against the yellow fur of its face. He frantically rubs Ducky up and down against his crotch, knees shaking as he ruts into his mate.
“No– I– Ducky– I’m not– Ducky…” Tears stream down his cheeks and he falls to his knees, still uncontrollably humping against his stuffed animal. Its noises quiet down to occasional whimpers, chirps, and the sound of plush against feathers.
“Wow that’s kinda… pathetic.”
“Well, its purpose isn’t to be noble.”
“Oh? What is its purpose?”
Master shrugs.
“Doing things I don’t want to do, mostly. Chores and such. And it’s a place to put my cock when I don't have anywhere better to put it.”
“Oh? And will it be serving that purpose tonight?”
The strike’s head snaps over to look at him. Again there's that twinge of primal fear mixed with arousal. Cherry bites his lip and puts on his best doe eyes. The shrike smirks.
“Not if you have anything to say about it.”
Cherry rolls his eyes.
“Oh come on, let me flirt.” 
“Is bending over and lifting your tail flirting now?”
Cherry points an accusatory hoof and lifts his muzzle.
“I resent the implication that I am an easy lay. I accept being called a slut in bed and not a moment before.”
The shrike laughs.
“Oh? And what else do you like in bed?”
“Well…” Cherry trails off as his eyes drift over to the mess of feathers and yellow fluff on the ground, now panting and slightly grinding against each other.
“birdpet. Up.” 
The chickadee staggers to his talons, still clutching his plush and sniffling. He looks down, head turned away from Cherry. 
The shrike fits a falconry hood over the little bird's head and leads him over to the foot of the bed. He reaches down to open the door. It's only at this moment that Cherry realizes the underside of the bed is a massive, bed-sized cage. He gently leads the chickadee in and locks the door behind him.
“The hood is padded. He can't hear anything wearing that, if that makes you feel better.”
“Well after what you were telling me I mostly just feel silly for it. Like I'm nervous the washing machine is gonna judge me.” 
The shrike laughs, a warm, comforting laugh.
“You're a quick learner.” 
Cherry smiles, then puts on a serious look and takes a seat on the bed, back straight, legs crossed, and extends a hoof to the shrike.
“Lovely to meet you, Mr. shrike. I don't think I caught your name…”

birdpet wakes up to a painful shock. Within seconds it scrambles out of the now-open door to its cage and kneels next to the bed, or as near as it can manage without being able to see. its hood comes off and it blinks away the light. Right in front of it is Master’s half-hard cock, sticky with cum and lube.
“Clean me up.” 
birdpet gets to work, polishing Master’s shaft with its tongue, cleaning out His slit, preening the feathers around His crotch. Out of the side of its eye it can see Cherry spread out on his belly on the bed, cute little tail raised to show off his plump rear and balls, forelegs clutching a pillow, a contented look on his muzzle and in his soft, half-lidded eyes. Master wipes himself off on birdpet’s headfeathers.
“Thank You Master!”
“Think you could have it clean me out too?” The deer doesn’t even look at it.
“Of course. Birdpet.”
birdpet scrambles up onto the bed and knees between Cherry’s hindlegs. For a moment it can’t help but imagine how good it would feel to put its cage between the deer’s perfect cheeks, to rub it against his gaping tailhole, stretched open by Master’s cock and leaking Master’s cum. It leans forwards and laps it up, first cleaning a trail of seed and lube dribbling down his taint, then working its tongue around the deer’s hole, before finally opening its beak wide and plunging its tongue deep into the deer, cage twitching with every moan it elicits from its Master’s mate.
“Hmm, fuck, it’s good at this.” Cherry lifts his rear off the bed, arches his back and presses his hips back against birdpet’s beak, forcing its tongue deeper into him.
“You’re really enjoying that.”
“Well I haven’t cum yet. Typical top.” birdpet wouldn’t talk to Master like that because it would hurt a lot.
Master chuckles.
“Let me help you out.”
birdpet can see Master position Himself next to Cherry and reach a claw down to his cock.
“Oh fuuuuck, that’s good.” He lifts himself further up, giving Master better access to his undercarriage. birdpet fantasizes about what his cock looks like, what it tastes like, how it would feel in its beak. 
“That’s it, good deer. You’re such a needy slut.”
“Yes, that’s it, oh god!”
birdpet spreads its wings out underneath the deer just in time to feel a drop of pre land on its flight feathers.
“Such a cute little thing. So fun to play with. Such cute little sounds” Master runs his other claw over Cherry’s back. The deer shivers in pleasure.
“Oh god I’m gonna, fuck I’m gonna cum.”
Master bends over, bringing His beak close to Cherry’s face. 
“That’s it, cum for me little deer,” He whispers into Cherry’s ear. He lifts the deer’s muzzle towards him and leans in for a kiss. The deer eagerly accepts, his muzzle locking with Master’s beak in a deep, passionate kiss. birdpet thinks about what it would be like to kiss Master’s date.
Cherry date bucks his hips and lets out a muffled moan, his hole contracting against birdpet’s tongue. birdpet does its best, pressing its tongue as deep as it can into his rear, its own cage twitching and leaking a few drops of pre onto its pouch. The deer’s cock paints its wings with streaks of white.
Slowly, Master pulls His beak away from Cherry’s muzzle, leaving him to gaze into the shrike’s eyes. Slowly, birdpet pulls its beak away from Cherry’s tailhole, triggering one last little moan from the deer. Then it withdraws its wings, lifting them up to its beak to clean them. 
“Fuck, that was good. Thanks.” It’s addressed to Master. 
Cherry’s cum tastes nice. Sweeter than Master’s, and less salty.
“Go get us some water.”
“Yes Master!”
birdpet hops off the bed, taking a moment to adjust its uncomfortably tight cage before running off to the kitchen. When it returns, Master is sitting on the edge of the bed. birdpet kneels and holds the glass up. It waits patiently as Master takes it, takes a drink, and passes it to Cherry.
“Ah, thanks,” Cherry says to Master.
“Want to see something?” 
“Sure.” The deer scoots over to the side of the bed, still lying down, with his head propped on his forehooves.
“birdpet.” 
birdpet’s head snaps up to look at Master, ready for orders. 
“You were bad earlier tonight.” 
birdpet whimpers.
“But you brought home a very cute deer, and I think you deserve a reward for that.” Master lifts His talons up to birdpet’s beak.
“ThankyouMaster!” it stammers out all at once before hungrily lapping at Master’s talons. it takes talon into its beak and cleans under the sharp claws and between the talons and it can feel the rough pads against its beak and feels so good and–
“Is it leaking?”
birdpet whimpers a little but it doesn’t stop cleaning and it doesn’t stop leaking.
“My talons taste very good.”
“Uh huh.”
“But here’s what I actually wanted to show you.”
One of Master’s talons wraps around its head, holding it still while He forces one of the toes of his other talon deeper into birdpet’s beak. birdpet moans and gags a little and moans some more and looks up at Master and it’s so close and then  Master forces His talon all the way down its throat and 
“Tweeeeeee, tchuuuuuuu.”
The sound.
That amazing beautiful perfect sound that means birdpet is allowed to…
“Mmmmph!”
its whole body shakes and quivers. its eyes roll into the back of its head. it feels like everything inside it is being drained out of it as it goes limp, help up only by Master’s talons wrapped around its head.
Master pulls His talon out and releases birdpet, letting it fall forward onto its wings, gasping and shivering.
“Th-thank You Master! Thank You! I am Your toy! I am Your pet! I belong to You! I serve You!”
“Good bird.” 
birdpet chirps as the words send a wave of pleasure rolling over it.
“Now clean that up.”
“Yes Master!”
birdpet gets to work cleaning up the little white puddle it made. There’s always less there than it feels like came out of it.
“Wow, that was pretty cool. How’d you get it to do that?”
birdpet can hear Master whispering.
“That’s kinda hot.”
“Indeed.”
“I can’t believe I thought this thing was gonna fuck me.”
There’s silence for a few moments, just the sound of birdpet lapping up its mess, then cleaning the last of the deer seed off of its wings.
Cherry rolls over and looks up at Master, playfully tracing lines in His feathers with a forehoof.
“So, whatdya wanna do now?”
“Hm. Well, are you going to be sleeping over?”
“Oh yeah. I mean, if you’ll have me.”
birdpet finishes cleaning itself up. it lifts itself up to a kneel and rests its wings on its thighs, head bowed, waiting.
“Absolutely. Well, we could watch a movie.”
“Ohmygod yes! Have you seen Monkeytopia?”
Master chuckles.
“I haven’t, actually.”
Cherry swings his hindlegs around and stands up. birdpet scampers away into the corner, out of the way of Master and His guest, waiting patiently.
“It’s great, you’re gonna love it. Come on.”
“Alright.” Master stands up. “birdpet, do some chores. Start by changing these sheets. In half an hour hood yourself and lock yourself in cage. I’ll set it to unlock at 6 tomorrow. I want to wake up to breakfast.”
“Yes Master!” birdpet jumps to its talons and starts stripping the bed as Master steps out to the living room, a cute deer wrapped around His wing.