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Chapter Eight

A Prelude to Privacy

One thing a good story can do is play with your expectations. When written well, twists and turns can keep the story engaging and thought-provoking: The sworn ally betrays the hero in their hour of need, the masked super villain is also the father of the protagonist's love interest, the killer the police were hunting was actually the main character the whole time, etc. Most of these are meant to shock and befuddle the audience, but that's not the only way to implement the element of surprise in a story. Heck, some of the best endings occur when everything is at its lowest and there's no possible way the hero will come out victorious, but somehow, whether though quick wit, pure determination, or dumb luck, the hero pulls through and we get a happy ending after all: the underdog boxer lands the winning knockout punch, the junkie overcomes their drug addiction after battling weeks of withdrawal, the horror protagonist makes it out alive.

I could even cite tonight as an example. After the drug-induced panic attack I had three chapters ago, I never would have expected to be where I am with the still naked Perci taking me by the hand and leading me to the back room, the cheer of This is it! echoing continuously in my head. It was so loud, I almost didn't hear her.

"Hey, a little help with the couch?"

"Huh?" I sputtered. "Oh, right!"

Together, we tore off the cushions and pulled out the frame of the bed. It creaked with every inch moved until a loud clang signaled it was locked in place. She pressed a hand into the mattress. The box springs responded with heavy squeaking.

"Not the most romantic spot, but it gets the job done," she remarked. "Oh, wait, I forgot something. I'll be right back."

I watched as she bounced back to the living room, her tail wagging with each step until she closed the door behind her, revealing a mirror on the opposite site.

Had that always been there, I thought.

I couldn't help but notice my body in the reflection. Approaching it and taking in my features, it struck me quite intensely: I was going to have to get naked with her.

I lifted the hem of my hoodie and grimaced as I took in the sight of the disheveled feathers over my watermelon of a stomach and Freshman 15 lovehandles. I looked like a pear in a pair of jeans. Sure, I just watched Perci blow a guy that was probably twice my weight, but that didn't stop my heart from feeling any heavier.

Suddenly, the door knob jiggled and I reactively shoved my shirt down.

"All right, now we can get this party started," she announced as she walked in with condoms scrunched up in her palms.

Spreading the contraceptives across the TV stand, she continued, "I wasn't sure which size you were, so I just brought a bunch of them. Word of advice: you want it to be tight enough to stay on, but not so tight that it might break."

"Good to know," I answered, still blankly staring down at my gut.

"Hey, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just... I've never been naked in front of a woman before."

"What about your mom when you were a baby?"

"You know what I mean, Perci."

I clutched my gut and jiggled it. "You really want to be intimate with this? Like... just look at me."

"I am looking at you!" she answered without delay. "I'm not some shallow bimbo, Pat."

"I... I didn't mean to imply that you are."

"Listen, I don't want to do this with you because you're chubby or skinny, or male or female, or mammal or avian. I want to do this with you because you're you, and I like you."

Damn, I really needed to hear that.

"So don't be so down on yourself. After all, we're here to have fun, right?" She flirted, bending over and giving her breasts a squeeze.

"Okay, that's a fair point."

With a smile, she slowly sauntered toward me, swaying her hips with each step.

"Soooooo...." she cooed, laying her hands over my shoulders. "Are you ready?"

I hesitated to answer, "Just... one last thing, what if I do something wrong?"

"Simple, we talk about it," she answered with a peck on my beak. "And that goes for me, too."

"You too?"

"You think I automatically know exactly what you like in bed just because I've done this before, with other people?" she asked bluntly.

"Well, I guess when you put it like that..." I trailed off, not bothering to finish. Seriously, I was starting to feel stupider with every word I said.

She shrugged, "It's a learning experience, Pat. Everyone's different in the bedroom."

"So..." she continued, interrupting herself with another kiss on my beak.

"If anything goes awry..."

A peck on my cheek.

"Whether it's my mistake..."

A peck on my other cheek.

"Or yours..."

A nibble on my neck as she traced her hands downwards.

"We'll let each other know..."

She knelt down and kissed my chest.

"And figure out how..."

Another kiss to my navel.

"To turn a bad time..."

Finally, she planted her snout right against the button of my jeans, a few thin layers of cotton and denim separating her lips from my privates.

"Into a good time..."she finished, skimming her fingers along my thighs. "So, tell me. How would you feel if I unbuttoned these pants and got things started?"

It was uncanny how this woman could easily calm my nerves one moment and then get my blood pumping again just as suddenly. Still, she had a point: there really was nothing to worry about.

"I feel... green."

"Green?"

"Green," I repeated with a wink.

"Oooooooh! Cute." Once she understood the safeword, she reached for the fly of my jeans. Goosebumps rose along my body as Perci's fingers danced over my crotch. Within seconds, my pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, showcasing the outline of my erection underneath my drawers.

Hooking a finger around my waistband, she paused and looked up at me, "Still green?"

The moment she said it, a silly, little thought popped into my head.

"Hold on, lemme check," I answered, lifting my hoodie and chucking it to the floor.

"Yep, still green!" I joked, patting my green belly.

"Pfffft, you dork!" Perci teased. "Seriously though..."

"It's okay. Go ahead."

Without hesitation, she pulled my drawers down, letting my erection bounce out.

I was reminded of all the cartoons I've watched where a character loses their pants and they're immediately red-faced and covering their junk. Seeing her stare at my manhood, however, my hands stayed at my sides as it twitched in anticipation.

"So... how does it look?" I asked.

"Like the cock of the walk."

"Hardy-har-har!"

"Seriously, though, you have a nice dick."

"Really?"

"Yeah, it's thicker than most guys, just like Bear's."

"How is it, uh... lengthwise?" I asked apprehensively.

"Hmm," she pondered, leaning in to better analyze my rod, "I'd say about average."

"Good," I breathed easy.

"Hey, do you mind if I..." she trailed off, tugging at my jeans again.

"Oh, go ahead."

I stepped out of my lower garments and took a seat on the bed, the bed springs moaning under my weight, my member twitching at the sensation of the bedsheets against my bare bottom.

"Not gonna need these anytime soon!" she singsonged as she tossed my clothes aside.

Perci then laid her hands on my thighs and parted them, causing my manhood to twitch again. She began her ministrations right above my knees, leaving little pecks along my inner thighs. All the while, her lips teased my feathers, tickling the sensitive skin underneath. It took a fair amount of willpower not to burst into laughter. Her kisses going further up my thighs, her mouth was getting closer and closer to my most private of parts until...

**MLEM** Houston, we've made contact!

However, she didn't give me a dainty, little kiss on the tip, but rather, a slow, tantalizing lick from the base of my shaft all the way to the tip of the head. I read somewhere that the underside of the penis is more receptive to stimulation than the rest of the shaft, but I never imagined such an instantaneous rush could come from just one lick.

"Oomph~" I stifled.

Perci giggled, "Feel good?"

"Yeah," I exhaled.

She continued toying with my cock, caressing it with the tips of her fingers, making sure every touch had me panting and quivering in my seat. Suddenly, she leaned in and rubbed my manhood against her cheeks, nuzzling into it like it was the world's most comfortable pillow.

"Having fun down there?" I joked.

"Mmhmm," she hummed.

"Funny, I was under the impression most girls didn't like... you know..."

"Giving head?"

"Yeah."

"Well, some do, some don't. Personally, I think these so-called 'most girls' are missing out."

Again, she slid her tongue upward against my length, this time much slower and more deliberately, zigzagging her tongue, covering each and every inch of my rod's underside. Each delicate movement served to edge me until she reached my frenulum.

At her end point, she pressed my mushroom tip to her lips and looked up at me with those puppy dog eyes. It took me a moment to realize she was non-verbally asking for permission. I nodded. With that, she finally opened her mouth and took my member into her muzzle. Slowly, her head sank into my lap. She stopped at about two-thirds of the way down my shaft before retreating back up, her lips still locked around me. It wasn't until she repeated the motion a second and third time that it hit me: This was a blowjob!

As someone who was only used to the talon grip of his own right hand, her soft, wet lips were like nothing I had ever experienced before. And having this beautiful canine kneeling before me, bringing me this pleasure, stroked my ego just as well as my cock. So I closed my eyes and let her worship me. Her rhythm accelerated and decelerated at random, keeping my mind guessing and my breathing heavy until she momentarily released me.

"You can put your hand on my head if you want."

"Huh?" I fumbled, bringing myself back to the scene at hand.

With one hand still stroking me and keeping me hard, she repeated herself, "Some guys like to put their hand on my head when I blow them. I don't mind. Just don't push me down on your dick or anything."

"Oh... good to know," I acknowledged before she returned to fellating me.

Not one to turn down an invitation, I rested my hand upon her head, brushing my nails through her curls. It was at that precise moment I recalled a rumor, where most dogs were extremely sensitive behind the ears. Of course, rumors are only rumors. But if it was true, I rationalized, then it was only fair to reciprocate the pleasure she was giving me. Testing my hypothesis, I crept my digits underneath the base of her ear and began rubbing.

"Mmmmmph," she moaned into my cock, her tail swishing against the floor.

Guess there was some truth to it after all. Motivated, I began to quicken my scritches.

"MMMMMMPH!" she wailed louder into me, the vibrations causing me to spasm inside her. "MMMPH! MMMPH! MMBLEH!"

Until she spit me out, almost in a vomiting matter... Oh dear, I just fucked up, didn't I?

"I'm so sorry," I immediately apologized. "I didn't think you'd have such a reaction to-"

"Just!... give me... a moment," she begged through labored breathing, steadily regaining her composure.

"Should I not have done that?"

"No... I mean, I liked it. It's just... really hard to concentrate when you do it that much."

I sighed, "I probably should've asked first."

"Yeah, but hey, now you know," she brushed it off. "Plus, It's like I said before..."

It took me a moment to figure out what she meant.

"It's a learning experience?"

"Exactly!" she cheered.

"So, should I go easy on the ears, or just not touch them at all?"

"Up to you. You can play with them a little bit, just not a lot," she explained, regripping my erection and giving it a few light tugs. "After all, you wouldn't want me to lose control when I've got this thing in my mouth."

I closed my legs, "Oh!"

"Hey, don't worry! It's only a precaution. It's not like I've actually bit anybody's dick off before."

"Ew! Perci!" I squawked, desperately pushing that mental image out of my head.

"What? I said I didn't!"

"I know, but... personally, genital mutilation is a bit of a mood killer."

"...Okay, that's fair," she shrugged. "I guess you're not in the mood for oral anymore?"

"Well... not receiving, at least..." I hesitated.

Perci tilted her head, "Hmm?"

"I'm just saying... I guess... If you wanted..."

"What? Spit it out."

"I could try my hand at returning the favor?"

"Returning the... Ooooooooh! What a gentleman!" She sprung up like a jack-in-the-box, and pecked me on the beak. "Most guys don't even offer."

"Well, I can't promise I'll be any good at-"

"Shush, you." She cut in, cupping my cheeks. "As a famous dog once said, 'Sucking at something is the first step at being sorta good at something.'"

"Who said th-MMMPH!"

Before I could finish, she closed the distance between her snout and my beak with an oral ambush.

**MMMWAH!**

It lasted only half a second, but the amount of force she applied to my face was enough to have me seeing stars. As I regained my composure, the springs creaked as Perci hopped onto the bed, head down, ass up.

"Now who's ready to eat their first pussy?" she hyped, wiggling her hips.

"Uh, me?"

"That's right! Dig in whenever you're ready."

While I was eager to try my first skirt steak, as I gripped her thighs, my hands sinking into her midnight curls, I had an epiphany: I knew absolutely jack shit about proper vaginal dining etiquette!

"Actually, Perci?"

"Yeah?"

"You wouldn't happen to have any advice for going down on a woman, would you? I mean, I've seen what they do in porn, but... you know, it's not exactly a how-to guide."

"Yeah, I get what you mean," she agreed. "Hmmm, I would say... try and be random with your tongue."

"What do you mean?

"Like, if you just do this..."

She wagged her finger up and down.

"Or this..."

And then left to right.

"Then it's gonna feel repetitive and boring. Spice it up. One common trick I hear is to try spelling the alphabet with your tongue."

"Uppercase or lowercase?"

"Surprise me. Oh, and don't forget to breathe! It can be hard to breathe with a face full of pussy, so come up for air when you need to."

"All right," I affirmed. "Anything else."

"I'll let you know if I think of anything else! In the meantime, bon appetit!"

As if I needed any more encouragement, she brought a hand back and pulled at one of her buttocks, opening up her pussy even more.

"Woah!" was all I could say as I licked my figurative lips and moved closer to the bright pink center in between her open legs.

"I know, right?" she responded. "Andrew once told me it belonged in a museum."

"I'd definitely pay to see it."

"Heh, thanks."

Like she did when she first wielded my manhood, I lowered my head and gave her folds one long, slow lick from bottom to top. Her nectar coated my tongue, a surprising mix of sweet and savory.

"You taste good," I told her.

"Mmmm, double thanks."

It was time to get serious now. Having never seen one in real life, I studied it, internally quizzing myself on the anatomy lesson from high-school sex-ed. Spreading the lips with a free hand I found my target: the vaginal opening. I opened my beak wide, making sure not to accidentally puncture her with my upper mandible, and dove in.

My tongue reached in as far as it could stretch and penetrated her. The walls of her cunt clenched and contracted against it. Hell of a realization it was when I found out how alive her insides were. Still, it was no time to get distracted. Taking her advice, I lashed my tongue against her walls, writing letters with it: A, B, C... all the while taking in her taste.

It wasn't until letter H, however, that I noticed I was holding my breath. I breathed in, and in turn, the hot, heavy, musk-filled air of her womanhood permeated my lungs. I wasn't sure if I was getting high, or just lightheaded, but either way, I brought my head back and gave myself a moment.

"It's really... hot down there," I said between breaths.

"Told you."

Regardless, it didn't deter me from my mission. Before diving back in, I slithered a finger into her and followed the same method I had used before, lashing in every which way it could against her inner walls. Meanwhile, I lowered my head and dug underneath her clitoral hood with my tongue. I've read that the clitoris is the most sensitive part of a woman's anatomy, and I would be a simpleton not to take advantage of that. It was only a second later that I found the sensitive nub. With my target acquired, I began my attack.

"Mmmmmmmm, oh oh oh oh ohhh!"

Bingo! Exactly what I wanted to hear!

Sliding my tongue across her clit, I felt her leg fidgeting against the side of my face. Encouraged, I added another finger to my assault on her pussy. While one digit went left, the other went right. When one went up the other went down. With each minute motion of my fingers, I made damn sure I was pressing and caressing every inch of the walls of her womanhood.

All the while, I internally waited for her to interrupt me, to tell me that I was going too intensely or I was hurting her. Yet as I made a meal out of her, nothing came about: no utterances of 'don't' or 'stop,' no taps on the shoulder, nothing that told me anything other than that she was high on cunnilingus.

And so I trudged on through her Venusian wetlands, unrelenting and unstoppable... that is until my tongue started getting sore.

"Perthi," I said, my tongue hanging from my beak, "I don't mean to be a buthkill, but..."

"Tongue?"

"Yeh."

"Don't worry, we can take a break from that if you want."

"But I didn't get you off."

"Neither did you, but don't worry," she assured me as she sat upright. "That was just the appetizer."

Hopping off the bed, she ambled over to the TV stand and grabbed one of the condoms at random.

"How about we get to the main course?"

Well, I'd already gotten this far. "Oh, hell yeah!"

"All right, lay back and make yourself comfortable," she instructed, tearing the wrapper open.

Not one to disregard an expert in her field, I laid my head on the pillow, stretched my naked body across the bed, letting my erection point skyward as Perci crawled back onto the bed between my feet, rubber in hand.

"Hey, wanna see something cool?"

"Uh, sure. What exactly?"

"It's a surprise!"

I shrugged, "All right, then."

To start, she carefully balanced the rolled-up latex on my tip, before shifting her spot on the bed ever so slightly until she was at just the right position.

"Now whatever you do, don't move, okay?"

Don't move? "Should I be worried?"

"No, I do this with Andrew all the time. It's just important that you stay still."

"If you say so."

Once everything was in place, she slowly raised her arms and shut her eyes, but remained still and focused, like a circus gymnast right before they pulled off their gravity-defying flip. I could almost hear the drumroll.

Just as the suspense was too much to bear, without warning, she opened her mouth, leaned forward, and let herself fall onto me. However, the very moment before her face struck me, she caught herself with her hands, her snout mere millimeters from my pelvis. I jolted as I felt a sudden tightness around my cock, but then Perci lifted her head, revealing my perfectly intact erection, now covered from tip to shaft.

"Holy shit!" I reacted, clenching my chest.

"Pretty nice party trick, huh?"

"Party trick? What kind of parties do you-...nevermind. I forgot where we were for a moment."

She stifled a laugh.

"Seriously though, you almost gave me a heart attack."

"Well, in that case..."

Crawling up the bed, she slid her body across mine, her breasts rustling my chest feathers, until she sat up, resting herself on my hips. Even with the tight latex over my dick, I could feel the warm, dripping lips of her pussy hugging my shaft. One small slip and I would be inside of her. The thought of it alone almost drowned out Perci's voice:

"How about I make it up to you?"

Carpe Fucking Diem.