Grounded
"A Pidgeot. My, my, what a catch we have today..."
The free-flying bird struggled on the ground, trying to rise to her feet. Not happening. I pounced, redirecting my momentum off a nearby rock and slamming into her back. She glared up at me, still twitching and trying to work her wings under her for leverage. She was strong, no doubts there, but my paws were pinning her wings in such a position she couldn't use that strength to free herself. Her rather striking plumage was scuffed in several places by the well-targeted Razor Wind that had brought her down in the first place.
Never mess with an Absol on his own turf.
"Welcome to the realm of the flightless." I tried to keep satisfaction out of my voice. She'd brought this on herself, and now she'd have to be taught a lesson. "So what shall I do with you? Clip your feathers so you can't fly for a week?" She struggled at that, but I had other punishments in mind. "No, I don't think that would cut your ego any... perhaps... Ah, yes. Something to put you in your place?" I shot her a slow wink, letting the message sink in. Her eyes widened, and after a moment of shock she redoubled her struggles.
Much to her dismay, I still had a solid hold on her.
My dark face slowly passed over her neck, sniffing at her. Her avian nature lent itself to more than a few differences, but there were a couple scents that identified her as female... or at least, female enough. I had a fertile imagination, I could fill in the rest. Whether her anatomy would also be female enough was anyone's guess, but I figured I was about to find out. That is, if she stopped flailing about like a Magikarp out of water.
"Stay down," I growled, pressing my forepaws down on her wings hard enough that she winced and faltered. A harsh reminder, but a necessary one. I was the one in control here, and the sooner she learned that, the better. "That's more like it. Now, let's get this tail out of the way..."
The crimson feathers stayed very much in the way, at least until I gave just a little more pressure on her wings. "Such delicate bones, these... it'd be a shame if they broke." I grinned, trying to not let the euphoric rush go to my head. At least, one of my heads. With a bit of pivoting I managed to lean back far enough to peek under the raised feathers without throwing off my balance...
Damn. Her intimates were too hard to see at this angle. Guess I'd have to find out the hard way.
I lowered my body a bit to rest against hers, letting my little wisps of fantasy run wild. Her form didn't feel half bad, and while her scents weren't exactly lighting me up, the feel of her feathers on my fur felt quite nice. Even more so, as I shifted to brush my sheath underneath her tail. She was lifting it up, albeit reluctantly, the long plumes resting against my belly and tickling at my chest. Hell, this was the closest I've been to a female in weeks, if not a few months, and it didn't take much thought or effort to get my malehood to emerge from its home.
"Mm, take a look if you want." I chuckled softly, pivoting my hips enough to give her a glimpse of what awaited. All things considered, I was rather proud of my shaft. As dark a black as my horn, it stood out against the snowy white of my belly. The tapered tip was most easily visible to her, but I doubted she'd be able to ignore the small barbs dotting the surface. Relatively small, anyway. They've been complemented by females past.
But now, it was time to experience the female present.
I leaned my head in close to her ear, and whispered, "The less you fight me on this, the better it'll be for you..." I even added a lick to her cheek for effect. She gave a half-hearted twitch, shooting me what could have been a dirty look. It wasn't the kind of dirty look I wanted. But, right now I was more interested in the rather nice sensation of her downy underbelly feathers against my length, which was already as hard as the rocks all around us. She shuddered, closing her eyes as if not looking would make it go away. This was hardly my preferred mating style, don't get me wrong. I'm a lover, and I'd try to make this relatively painless for her... well, sort of. She was getting what she had coming.
"Now, my dear lovebird, where is your prize?" She neglected to answer, and I shrugged. A few pivots of my hips found a rather promising spot... but I stopped after exploring it a bit with my tip. It certainly didn't feel like any female I'd been with before. Just how much were avians different from the rest of us? I tried to see if I'd missed the mark, only to find that there was no other mark. Weird.
Judging by the way she seemed to blush and further distance herself, I figured that this was the right place. Throwing caution to the wind, I tested these unknown depths with just the first inch of me. Warm, very warm. Acceptably tight. There was a slight slickness, allowing me to slide the next inch into her. I felt my pre leaking out already, and as I got used to the odd sensations, my fantasies took hold once again. I growled again for effect, slowly pushing my rather needy length into her... whatever.
Whatever it was, it was deep enough that my hips could press against hers without hitting bottom. She whimpered softly, squirming under me, as if the entry made her uncomfortable. Her reaction reminded me of a Delcatty a year back that had wanted to try it up there, just out of curiosity. Well, if nothing went up there for birds, how did they... no, I was probably better off leaving the anatomy lesson for later. Right now, I was in a teaching mood.
This particular lesson was called humility.
"Not so smug now, are ya?" She seemed about ready to actually throw an insult at me, but any words were cut off in a gasp as I pushed into her. Really, like her scent, this wasn't half bad once you got used to it. And those soft, downy feathers... yeah, I could handle this.
My initial thrusts were slow, cautious, still trying to map out this strange orifice. As my confidence grew, so did my force and speed. Grunts filled the air as I humped into her; I made no secret of how much I was enjoying her body. To my surprise, I could hear panting, and looked down to see her eyes still shut tight... but the more I watched, the more it seemed like her body was enjoying my use of it despite her best intentions.
Well, at least birds felt pleasure like the rest of us.
I leaned more of my weight on her body, shifting my grip to more easily throw myself into her. My cock was throbbing, pulsing with blood and lust, eager to bury itself again and again into her depths. I willingly obliged it, noting how she was moaning, barely any resistance left in her. Oh yes, this was feeling just right... A particularly hard thrust had her bucking back into me, tightening around my cock. She was going at it almost as much as I was now. The squeezes had my hips pumping in short bursts, and a high-pitched moan was all the rest that I needed.
"Unh... take this!" I growled through my teeth, slamming into her and bucking my hips, feeling the tension travel from my balls to my shaft. Her eyes flew open at the rush of my seed into her depths, a startled chirp giving way to a pitched series of notes that came bundled with a good bit of writhing on her part. Escape? No, she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to bother. With that worry resolved, I focused on filling her, making sure she had more than enough seed in her before pulling out and letting my last spurts splash against her rear. She shuddered again, panting hard, and I recognized the signs from all my past experiences.
Apparently birds have orgasms, too.
We stayed together for a few moments, each catching our breath. Content that my lesson was well taught, I stepped off of her wings and giving her cheek another slow, languid swipe with my tongue. She flexed her wings and wriggled, still shivering from the apparent after-effects of our mating. After gathering her breath, she looked down towards her chest and wings, clucking in disappointment.
"You know," she said, her rich voice tinged with a bit of a pout. "It's going to take me hours to clean this up..."
"Don't act so dejected. You're the one who told me that the way mammals mate was a 'pointless waste of time and effort'." I flashed a grin, my teeth showing in stark contrast against my dark face. "So, have we learned to not insult a male's sexual prowess yet?" I said the last bit in a sing-song voice, having rather enjoyed proving her wrong with a hands-on example.
"Mmm, I do have to apologize for doubting you. That wasn't so bad, after all..." She stood up, frowning at a few drops of my seed tracing their way down one of her legs.
"Not bad?" I asked lightly, grinning, that little rush returning as it took her too long to recognize the edge in my voice. She squawked in surprise, falling backwards under my Tackle, reflexively holding onto me with her wings as I bore her to the ground again. "Well, if you need some more convincing, I can give you the main thrust of my argument..."
She glared, then laughed, pulling my body onto hers. It was more than enough to rouse my still erect shaft from its temporary slumber, eager to be buried within her once again. As desire became reality, I grinned wider. Our anatomy didn't quite match up, but I got the feeling we'd be keeping each other occupied for a while yet...
After all, nature will find a way.
The free-flying bird struggled on the ground, trying to rise to her feet. Not happening. I pounced, redirecting my momentum off a nearby rock and slamming into her back. She glared up at me, still twitching and trying to work her wings under her for leverage. She was strong, no doubts there, but my paws were pinning her wings in such a position she couldn't use that strength to free herself. Her rather striking plumage was scuffed in several places by the well-targeted Razor Wind that had brought her down in the first place.
Never mess with an Absol on his own turf.
"Welcome to the realm of the flightless." I tried to keep satisfaction out of my voice. She'd brought this on herself, and now she'd have to be taught a lesson. "So what shall I do with you? Clip your feathers so you can't fly for a week?" She struggled at that, but I had other punishments in mind. "No, I don't think that would cut your ego any... perhaps... Ah, yes. Something to put you in your place?" I shot her a slow wink, letting the message sink in. Her eyes widened, and after a moment of shock she redoubled her struggles.
Much to her dismay, I still had a solid hold on her.
My dark face slowly passed over her neck, sniffing at her. Her avian nature lent itself to more than a few differences, but there were a couple scents that identified her as female... or at least, female enough. I had a fertile imagination, I could fill in the rest. Whether her anatomy would also be female enough was anyone's guess, but I figured I was about to find out. That is, if she stopped flailing about like a Magikarp out of water.
"Stay down," I growled, pressing my forepaws down on her wings hard enough that she winced and faltered. A harsh reminder, but a necessary one. I was the one in control here, and the sooner she learned that, the better. "That's more like it. Now, let's get this tail out of the way..."
The crimson feathers stayed very much in the way, at least until I gave just a little more pressure on her wings. "Such delicate bones, these... it'd be a shame if they broke." I grinned, trying to not let the euphoric rush go to my head. At least, one of my heads. With a bit of pivoting I managed to lean back far enough to peek under the raised feathers without throwing off my balance...
Damn. Her intimates were too hard to see at this angle. Guess I'd have to find out the hard way.
I lowered my body a bit to rest against hers, letting my little wisps of fantasy run wild. Her form didn't feel half bad, and while her scents weren't exactly lighting me up, the feel of her feathers on my fur felt quite nice. Even more so, as I shifted to brush my sheath underneath her tail. She was lifting it up, albeit reluctantly, the long plumes resting against my belly and tickling at my chest. Hell, this was the closest I've been to a female in weeks, if not a few months, and it didn't take much thought or effort to get my malehood to emerge from its home.
"Mm, take a look if you want." I chuckled softly, pivoting my hips enough to give her a glimpse of what awaited. All things considered, I was rather proud of my shaft. As dark a black as my horn, it stood out against the snowy white of my belly. The tapered tip was most easily visible to her, but I doubted she'd be able to ignore the small barbs dotting the surface. Relatively small, anyway. They've been complemented by females past.
But now, it was time to experience the female present.
I leaned my head in close to her ear, and whispered, "The less you fight me on this, the better it'll be for you..." I even added a lick to her cheek for effect. She gave a half-hearted twitch, shooting me what could have been a dirty look. It wasn't the kind of dirty look I wanted. But, right now I was more interested in the rather nice sensation of her downy underbelly feathers against my length, which was already as hard as the rocks all around us. She shuddered, closing her eyes as if not looking would make it go away. This was hardly my preferred mating style, don't get me wrong. I'm a lover, and I'd try to make this relatively painless for her... well, sort of. She was getting what she had coming.
"Now, my dear lovebird, where is your prize?" She neglected to answer, and I shrugged. A few pivots of my hips found a rather promising spot... but I stopped after exploring it a bit with my tip. It certainly didn't feel like any female I'd been with before. Just how much were avians different from the rest of us? I tried to see if I'd missed the mark, only to find that there was no other mark. Weird.
Judging by the way she seemed to blush and further distance herself, I figured that this was the right place. Throwing caution to the wind, I tested these unknown depths with just the first inch of me. Warm, very warm. Acceptably tight. There was a slight slickness, allowing me to slide the next inch into her. I felt my pre leaking out already, and as I got used to the odd sensations, my fantasies took hold once again. I growled again for effect, slowly pushing my rather needy length into her... whatever.
Whatever it was, it was deep enough that my hips could press against hers without hitting bottom. She whimpered softly, squirming under me, as if the entry made her uncomfortable. Her reaction reminded me of a Delcatty a year back that had wanted to try it up there, just out of curiosity. Well, if nothing went up there for birds, how did they... no, I was probably better off leaving the anatomy lesson for later. Right now, I was in a teaching mood.
This particular lesson was called humility.
"Not so smug now, are ya?" She seemed about ready to actually throw an insult at me, but any words were cut off in a gasp as I pushed into her. Really, like her scent, this wasn't half bad once you got used to it. And those soft, downy feathers... yeah, I could handle this.
My initial thrusts were slow, cautious, still trying to map out this strange orifice. As my confidence grew, so did my force and speed. Grunts filled the air as I humped into her; I made no secret of how much I was enjoying her body. To my surprise, I could hear panting, and looked down to see her eyes still shut tight... but the more I watched, the more it seemed like her body was enjoying my use of it despite her best intentions.
Well, at least birds felt pleasure like the rest of us.
I leaned more of my weight on her body, shifting my grip to more easily throw myself into her. My cock was throbbing, pulsing with blood and lust, eager to bury itself again and again into her depths. I willingly obliged it, noting how she was moaning, barely any resistance left in her. Oh yes, this was feeling just right... A particularly hard thrust had her bucking back into me, tightening around my cock. She was going at it almost as much as I was now. The squeezes had my hips pumping in short bursts, and a high-pitched moan was all the rest that I needed.
"Unh... take this!" I growled through my teeth, slamming into her and bucking my hips, feeling the tension travel from my balls to my shaft. Her eyes flew open at the rush of my seed into her depths, a startled chirp giving way to a pitched series of notes that came bundled with a good bit of writhing on her part. Escape? No, she was too wrapped up in her own pleasure to bother. With that worry resolved, I focused on filling her, making sure she had more than enough seed in her before pulling out and letting my last spurts splash against her rear. She shuddered again, panting hard, and I recognized the signs from all my past experiences.
Apparently birds have orgasms, too.
We stayed together for a few moments, each catching our breath. Content that my lesson was well taught, I stepped off of her wings and giving her cheek another slow, languid swipe with my tongue. She flexed her wings and wriggled, still shivering from the apparent after-effects of our mating. After gathering her breath, she looked down towards her chest and wings, clucking in disappointment.
"You know," she said, her rich voice tinged with a bit of a pout. "It's going to take me hours to clean this up..."
"Don't act so dejected. You're the one who told me that the way mammals mate was a 'pointless waste of time and effort'." I flashed a grin, my teeth showing in stark contrast against my dark face. "So, have we learned to not insult a male's sexual prowess yet?" I said the last bit in a sing-song voice, having rather enjoyed proving her wrong with a hands-on example.
"Mmm, I do have to apologize for doubting you. That wasn't so bad, after all..." She stood up, frowning at a few drops of my seed tracing their way down one of her legs.
"Not bad?" I asked lightly, grinning, that little rush returning as it took her too long to recognize the edge in my voice. She squawked in surprise, falling backwards under my Tackle, reflexively holding onto me with her wings as I bore her to the ground again. "Well, if you need some more convincing, I can give you the main thrust of my argument..."
She glared, then laughed, pulling my body onto hers. It was more than enough to rouse my still erect shaft from its temporary slumber, eager to be buried within her once again. As desire became reality, I grinned wider. Our anatomy didn't quite match up, but I got the feeling we'd be keeping each other occupied for a while yet...
After all, nature will find a way.
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