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Finding Air

A Pinethrush and Macky story

Macky is an OC owned by myself.

Pancake owns the character Pinethrush and can be found on twitter/X @Turntlo, @pancakebirb.bsky.social

Art for the thumbnail is by X @Jawsandcorp, @zeebusk.bsky.social

Author: Macky

CW: Graphic sexual situations, breathplay, prostitution

It was finally nearing the end of another long summer day. The sun's orange golden rays glittered off of the coastal waves onto a palm frond covered establishment sporting a neon sign glowing The Shark's Garden. Inside, a lonely middle aged puffin dressed in a dark turtleneck sat at a table with an annoyed scowl carved into his beak.

The puffin, Pinethrush, had been here on other occasions and hoped that his familiarity with this space would salve his nerves. He looked up at the establishment's owner, a large bullhead shark, busy preparing food at a glass bar filled with salivating patrons. With every full plate he'd add a flourish and grin a wide, toothy smile. Despite his somewhat intimidating grin he was known in the fish markets for prioritizing the supply of a variety of seaweed entrees and vegetable themed rolls to accommodate herbivore diets in addition to the fish he served. Even with the extra effort, the puffin noticed that there were only a few if any prey ever visiting the space when he was there. The smell of fresh fish intoxicated the seaside establishment and kept all but the most adventurous of prey farther than the chef would have hoped. Today however, Pinethrush couldn't smell anything but the salt of the sea stinging his face through his irritation.

He twisted his sleeve back and glared at the slowly ticking amber wristwatch now revealed on his feathered arm. It was still 3 minutes before his planned 'date' said he would arrive. The bird had explicitly decided to show up 10 minutes early to compose himself, but he was regretting that choice more by the minute.

What was he thinking? Hiring an escort; how absurd. He was truly out of his mind. And so was Roland for even suggesting this. He had many choice phrases churning through his mind about what he'd say to his friend and this depraved app RentBone. The puffin massaged his heated temple but the pressure did not cool his thoughts. Yeah, this was a bad idea. And it reeked of non-existent desperation. He had an academic paper he could be editing rather than entertaining this nonsense.

He sighed, snatched his sailors peacoat, and slid to leave the booth when a cheerful voice interrupted his thoughts.

“Hey there. I'm not late am I?" The professor looked up to see the small river otter he had arranged to meet. He couldn't stop himself from thinking that the mammal was so much more enticing in person than the pictures had portrayed. The otter was short, under 5'6", and looked like he could have been one of his students at the college. His puffy muzzle beamed a blindingly cheerful expression, highlighted by deep eyes that glittered that playful enthusiasm otters were so well known for.

Pinethrush caught himself staring and brushed it off quickly as just being caught in his own thoughts and answered with only a slight hesitation. “No, no not at all. Please have a seat." The older puffin motioned to the empty booth and without further delay, the happy otter hopped in and beamed at the bird.

Pinethrush grimaced. The childish glee of the otter's mannerisms were an immediate turnoff. However adorable this creature may be, Pinethrush had no interest in being pandered to or wasting his time with a character so oblivious to the realities of the world, to the situation this this boy took part in.

“Look, Macky was it?" The otter nodded. “I think I made a mistake asking you to meet. I apologize for wasting your time but there are more important things for me that I need to deal with." As he shifted to leave, a fuzzy, webbed paw gently covered Pinethrush's talons. The gesture pulled his face back to the otter's like fish drawn in at the end of a fishing pole line.

For the first time, the puffin's eyes locked onto the otter's, he didn't realize that he had been avoiding looking at the young otter. The otter's eyes glistened back at him like a rippling pool of water, dotted with the stars from midnight's darkness. His cheeks flushed with heat, and his heart pulsed heavy, muted thumps against his sweater. He was chained to the seat by this unflinching gaze.

Between moments that felt like hours, Pinethrush felt his watch tick, marking only seconds of silence that passed before the otter softly spoke: “You seem like you have a lot on your mind. There's no pressure for you to be here, but if there's something you'd like to talk about, I'd love to hear it."

Macky's request was so earnest it betrayed all of Pinethrush's assumptions of this meeting. His eyes were still drawn to the otter's as he slid back into his seat, the cold contact of the cushion snapping him back frominto the restaurant. He quickly pulled his hand back and adjusted his posture as he began analyzing the otter. He couldn't get caught off guard again. He would just prove to Roland that he tried, and that this was as stupid as he originally thought.

He recalled looking up the app out of intrigue and feeling an odd heat in his face as he saw the variety of beasts available, clicking through the pages of visiting and local escorts advertising their bodies. There was something very carnal about it, it made him sick to look at. He didn't want what any of what they advertised, but even with that thought ever present in his mind he couldn't stop his body from clicking through to the next page of the alluring buffet presented at his fingertips.

Macky was a specific recommendation from Roland. And his profile did not advertise his body as much, something that intrigued the puffin. He advertised an 'experience', whatever that was. He wondered what Roland's experience with the otter was. The two of them must have had some interesting encounters. Maybe he could learn more about that.

“Okay. We can have dinner." Pinethrush took up a menu and pretended to peruse the options. He already knew what he wanted. He had been here long enough to decide, but took the opportunity to glance up and watch the otter as he excitedly looked over the choices. It was amusing to watch him pan from image to image, only to intensely scrutinize the description of an item of interest, turn the page, and find a whole new series of delights on offer to him. It was such a serious matter for this otter to find exactly what they were looking for. The puffin pondered for a bit, wondering what the otter was looking for; what he looked for when visiting Roland; what he looked for in this encounter with him.

He assumed this is just about the money, a simple business encounter. But money didn't seem to be anywhere near the otter's mind from his actions. By all appearances to this otter this wasn't even a date; his actions suggested that it was instead closer to a casual outing. Even Pinethrush had to keep reminding himself that this was a paid arrangement and not just any date.

His rambling thoughts were broken by a server that came by and took their orders. Once they were left alone again, he struggled to find the train of thought he was previously on. He sighed internally by his own frustration and refocused himself to the task at hand; it was time to start prying.

“Actually… there was something I wanted to discuss with you." The otter looked up with intrigue at the seabird's request. “You came as a reference from a friend of mine, Roland. I was curious how you met… or how any of this works really. I'm not really sure what he was setting me up for by recommending your… services?" He hoped that was the right word.

Macky nodded. “Oh your rhino friend? He's great." He pulled out his phone and appeared to be texting as he continued. “We met at the gym and explored a little from there. We've had some fun, but that's not my story to tell. Whatever you want to do is between us." He winked as he found what he was looking for and revealed the screen to Pinethrush. Sharp, salty sea breeze bristled deep into the down on his brow as he read the text chat between Macky and Roland that was actively occurring.

“So… I'm dying to know. How are things going with PT?." Said Roland.

Macky's response just now was “He asked how we met. Also he is reading this now. You both can share your experiences with each other later. ;)"

The otter put his phone away and the flustered puffin took a deep breath through his closed beak. “I don't appreciate being treated as though I'm an object of amusement." He grumbled.

The otter smiled a trickstery smile and thanked the waiter as they dropped off water glasses, wasabi, ginger, and soy sauce at their table before turning back. “I'm sorry for making you both feel that way. Trust that it's not for my amusement. I have a strict policy not to kiss and tell. But I have the feeling that Roland really cares about you. It'd probably mean a lot if you had some kind of discussion with him later. It doesn't have to be about this."

Pinethrush tried glaring at the boy, but it was really hard to remain upset while he looked into those eyes. The boy dismissed the professor's usual intimidating facade so easily, as one would shoo away a fly. The otter just smiled back, seemingly unchanged, like he was in complete control of the situation.

That's what Pinethrush needed. He wasn't in control. This was such a frustratingly different dynamic than his familiar lectures at the college hall. He prefered that space, much like where the shark stood here in his bar, where he was the calm in the center of the storm. Pinethrush had hoped that staging the dinner in this space would have provided a similar reinforcement. But he was quickly falling out of depth, with only his pride keeping his demeanor under control.

The server arrived once more, interrupting his thoughts once again as they placed a decorative plate filled with sushi in front of him. A long garden roll splayed with a variety of fish covered half of the dish and the other half was dotted with pieces of nishin and sea urchin nigiri. Looking up at Macky, he saw the otter's eyes now shining with the hunger of a ravenous drooling hunter. And ravenous he would need to be to fit all that he ordered… A large chef's platter of a variety of sashimi, an eel roll, and one of the vegetarian rolls topped with eel sauce and crunchy flakes. It took two plates for everything to fit in front of the starving otter.

The mustelid had his chopsticks ready at the moment the plates touched the table and began savoring the meal in front of him with bliss. Pinethrush took note and began on his meal as well, deciding to start with some ginger before having a piece of his favorite, the nishin nigiri. The taste of the herring and texture of the roe over his tongue was the only soothing experience he'd had with this date. At least, that's what he thought until the memory of the soft touch of the otter's webbed paw warmed his mind. He blinked internally and shoved the intrusive thought to the side. A quickly weakening part of him wanted so badly to just leave and walk on the beach, alone in his own world without Roland or this sultry temptation trying to poke at him, finding and exploiting any weakness they could. He just wanted to be left alone.

He sighed longingly, looking down as he made it through about half of his meal in silence. Looking up he saw the otter was keeping pace and had also finished about half of his meal, with new joy expressed from every bite like a fresh experience. Maybe Roland was right for once. Maybe he should just give this a shot.

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Pinethrush opened the door to his home and hesitantly gestured for Macky to enter. The otter craned his neck up as he marveled at the high ceilings of the water fowl's 2.5 floor abode. They were clean and white, carrying all of the way up the the floors of the narrow home with tall windows to let in the sunset. The home was almost like a magazine, with walls lined with bookcases filled with literature, but void of many tchotchke or really anything making it resembled looking lived in. There was the faint echo, a feeling akin to an abandoned lighthouse, that exuded from the amount of space and the few things, like something was missing or that it was rarely lived in. This haunting feeling was tempered and warmed by the light bouncing golden red hues of light scattered by the chandelier hanging in the main room making the home feel as though you were watching the sea from cliftops perched at the top of a seaside cliff.

His home was very sacred to Pinethrush, and seeing this boy marvel at it filled him with almost as much pride as it did with an unsettling concern. He didn't like the feeling of some young adult getting to wander around his nest. But the boys' enthusiasm glowed as he moved gently from the bookshelf to the window to the fireplace. The otter was absorbing everything around him, soaking up the memory like a seal soaking the sun on the beach. The mannerisms reminded him of the odd inspirational student he'd have when he was a professor. He sometimes found himself forgetting that the otter wasn't actually a student and in fact, was here at his own behest for much more salacious means. Pinethrush still didn't know what to do with him, but he was intelligent enough, and dinner was more engaging than Pinethrush originally expected after the halfway point of the date. He wondered what exactly the otter would do now that they were in private.

The puffin took off his coat and walked past the otter, still swimming in awe of his home, towards a small bar stand where he proceeded to prepare two glasses of old fashioneds, offering one to Macky and taking a seat in his armchair. The otter gracefully accepted and took a small sip as he sat on the couch facing Pinethrush.

“So." the otter asked, as if the simple sip of his drink suddenly pulled back into the moment from his wild and enthusiastic exploration of his space. “What would you like to do now?"

Pinethrush felt a little agitated at the question and it showed on his face. “I'm not sure. I don't really know what services you offer or how any of this works."

“We can do whatever you want to do. This is your time. It's your hour. We can just talk. We can go to your bedroom, to your shower. You could ask me to do whatever you wanted right here."

The puffin sipped his drink. He couldn't think of anything he wanted. Honestly, this boy, so engaged and so willing to do whatever he wanted, angered him a little. He wanted to break that smile and show him a little of the horrors of the world. He wanted something real. That smile was not real.

He took another sip of his drink and flatly commanded the otter “Take off your clothes." He took another slow, deep sip of his drink as he watched the innocent looking boy smile for him after hearing his command and stand.

The otter reached to his waist and slowly pulled up his shirt, revealing the thick brown fur that covered his body. His form was stouter than he had originally expected. It was more of a wrestler build complete with a small, cute gut and wide shoulders. His eyes devoured the boy who in turn, only continued to give more and more to him. The otter knew he was as much of a feast for the eyes as the dinner they just had. The webbed paws of the boy slowly caressed and moved up and down his body, until finally pulling his shirt off with a twist and a fling, turning as he stripped. With his back to the puffin the boy casually pulled at the belt he wore till the pants he had on simply fell to the ground, the tail loop sliding along the full length of his rudder until it finally reached the tip and he stepped out of them. To Pinethrush's surprise the otter did not wear any undergarments and was now standing completely nude for him to admire.

Pinethrush couldn't help himself as a sly grin carved its way onto his beak. He was feasting his eyes on the boy far more than he originally anticipated. It was nice to see the otter turn and move and move at his command. With a large gulp he finished his drink, put the glass down. and pushed all of his weight into his arms and out of his seat. He approached the nude boy until the turtleneck he still wore nearly touched the otter's fur. His head craned down into those deep eyes, and he moved a talon to caress the neck and head of the boy smiling deeply as he felt the otter lean into his touch as a cat would.

“I can have you do whatever I want?" He questioned, more in a way that was reaffirming that he had control of the situation. Macky nodded and smiled, looking back up at Pinethrush.

His feathered arms felt a chill of excitement wash over them as he felt the boy's eyes looking into his once more. His talon traced along the otters muzzle and dragged deep into the fur as his hand moved about the otters head. There was such texture in the boys fur. It was intoxicating, his heat, his breathing. But that smile… the otter's innocence was just too tempting; he stretched his talons around the boy's neck and slowly tightened his grip around it as he spoke. “I'm aware that you otters have a knack for holding your breath. I wonder how long you can go for."

His talons kneaded under the otter's thick fur as he kept his grip firm and tight around the vulnerable creature. He grinned and pulled the otter down to their knees, keeping one hand firmly around the neck and the other he brushed through the boy's fur until reaching the back of the otters head and shoved the boy's face into his groin. “Take it out and start sucking. You don't get any air until I've cum."

Pinethrush watched as the otter hastily unfastened his belt and pulled down the puffin's pants and underwear, revealing a stiff avian shaft. The otter quickly got to business and started licking the shaft up and down, caressing his lips and just the barest bit of the fang along the member. The the hint of fear in the otters' eyes delighted Pinethrush and stiffened his dick against the boys nuzzling. He enjoyed that the boy was taking the situation seriously, but his hand tired of squeezing ever tighter on the boy's neck.

He yanked the fur on the back of the otter's head and forced the boy's maw down onto his shaft until their nose was buried into his pelvis. He could feel the tip of his dick pushing against the back of the boy's throat. It must have been uncomfortable as the otter gagged from the swift abuse. Feeling the boy's throat close and move around his shaft was incredible. Now that his dick blocked any air from reaching the boy, he shifted his weight and moved a hand from the boy's neck to around his maw, keeping it closed and lips tight to his shaft. The otter was trapped. This boy belonged to him. His throat was his hole to fuck.

The mixed moans and gags of the otter emboldened Pinethrush as he thrusted again and again, keeping the otter's head securely around the base of his shaft as his hips bucked and choked the boy's throat, only allowing the otter to adjust so that his throat opened more for the puffin to penetrate. He couldnt help himself from pushed Macky's head deeper onto his dick, finding power from fucking that tight throat through the tears in the boy's eyes. With every thrust he could feel his long avian member drag across the roof of the boy's maw through the back of his throat where he liked to sit and buck his hips that inch or two further down that tight hole as far as he could reach.

He groaned as the boy's throat closed around on all sides. It felt like the boy might be running out of air as the otter gagged and coughed, yet the otter gripped the puffin's thighs tight with his webbed paws, refusing to let him pull out. Pinethrush felt the boy eagerly milking the length of his cock with his tongue. The harder Pinethrush bucked the deeper Macky pushed himseld the professor's feathery groin. The resistance to failing the puffin's challenge edged PT to the brink as he groaned aloud. He shuddered, gripping the otter's head and forcing every orgasmic pulse down his throat. After several long breaths, he pulled an exhausted Macky's head off of his drooping penis and looked down At the boy that lay on the ground. To his shock, Macky was smiling and licked his lips.

“Wow. I didn't think you had that kind of forcefulness in you," the otter commented as he sat back on his hind paws, apparently relishing the aggression.

Pinethrush was shocked out of his euphoria by Macky's comment and embarrassingly tucked his limp, drippy cock back into his pants. Coughing briefly to regain composure, he looked down at the nude otter whose glimmering eyes stared back at him.

“Well… that was um, refreshing. Thank you for that." He stated flatly. He looked at the clock. Apparently he had about 10 minutes left. “So… what exactly do we do now?"

“Well" He stood and massaged his bruised throat with a look of satisfaction across his muzzle. “We could do a little after-care. Would you like a hug?" The otter reached out to embrace as Pinethrush begrudgingly let the otter wrap his arms around him. He uncomfortably patted the otters back rather than relish the embrace. It was quite awkward, feeling so close to this young man he was not a minute ago choking with vicious and heated force. Somehow that felt so much easier to him than this did right now, and it didn't feel quite right to him.

Macky looked up and stared the puffin in the eyes. Pinethrush looked down to meet them. These eyes that gazed at him still shimmered like before, but there was a deep sadness learned from personal experience that filled those midnight pools. Maybe it had always been there, but he hadn't identified it until now. Then, while lost in his eyes he felt the otter turn to nestle his head into his chest as he spoke with a lingering sadness. “Why is the only thing you truly wanted from this entire experience for me to hate you?"

Pinethrush was at a loss of words as Macky continued. “Trying to leave at dinner, your constant dismissive reactions to me, finding aggression easier than love? Why? Why do you hate yourself so much that you would pay someone to agree with your desire to hate yourself?"

Pinethrush didn't know how to respond. For a rare moment he was shocked without words. Thankfully he didn't have to respond as Macky softly spoke again. “I think this is why Roland recommended me to you. Because you deserve to see what others see in you. And you deserve to feel loved."

Pinethrush resisted. He tried weakly to pull away. He could feel tears coming from some deep well of emotion inside him, a well he had buried when his partner had passed years ago. Like a wave about to crash into the shore all he could do was stand there and watch as waves of guilt and loss poured again and again. He couldn't control himself as he wrapped his arms around Macky, he couldn't let himself feel loved.

It felt like hours before Pinethrush calmed and simply lulled into the warm embrace, his thoughts finally numbed from the overwhelming experience of the sex and his emotions releasing over him. Through his heavy breathes heard the otter whisper. “I'm happy to be here for you, but I have to go now. Whenever you want me, you know where to find me." Pinethrush could barely hear what Macky said through the white noise in his own head, but he understood what the otter meant. He reluctantly let the otter go, and watched the attractive man put on his clothes.

He followed the otter as Macky led the way to the front door and watched as they took the few hundred dollar bills that he had placed neatly on the side table next to the front door, just as the instructions on the website told him to. Before the otter left, Pinethrush finally spoke out. “I… I really want to apologize for my treatment of you in general. That was uncalled for. But… I do hope we can do this again."

The otter turned and smiled up at the puffin. “I'd really like that PT." winking before leaving out the door.

The closed door felt less comforting than it had in the past. Instead of thriving in the solitude he found peace with, it felt cold and isolating for once like the unrelenting cold breeze that leads coastal storms. He walked alone to the top of his home where his loft bed was. The walls in his sanctuary here were decorated with rocks to give the appearance of the cliff craigs he knew and loved. This empty space, devoid of anything but scenery was his home. He slowly opened a window and let the lighter salty sea breeze pour past him and push the stormy pressure out of his feathers. The cool air felt so much more freeing to him as he took a seat in his reading chair and pulled out his phone.

Macky's profile lit up the screen, smiling back at him with those deep eyes once again. He was glad someone understood better than he did what he needed, but it was a little disturbing to feel so emotionally naked in front of an adult no older than his graduate class.

He mindlessly continued to scroll on his phone until eventually he landed on Roland's face. He sat there for a moment thinking about his friend, and what Macky had said during dinner. A long sigh hissed through his beak as he stared. Maybe it was about time he needed to open up to a friend.