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The sound of the party was a mingling of the eclectic music that blared over the speakers and the soft sound of voices that murmured to each other or laughed at one joke or another. The pack of bodies had started out as only a few when the night had begun, but as people got home from work and were able to change so they could join in it became larger and larger. The back doors had been cast open so that the party had spilled out onto the lawn and a bonfire erected so they could keep warm against the chill in the air. The alcohol flowed freely through those that held on towards the wee hours of the morning and drunken voices were lifted up in revelry. One in particular had a fine timbre to it as it sang out, though the words were slurred.

Apollo had one arm thrown over his friend as he tried to rise up over the less musical voices so he could sing along with his favorite song. Normally his pitch and timing were perfect, but tonight he had found out a glorious invention that he had only heard about, but never tried. Jello shots. The sweet gelatin confection was laced through with ever clear and grain alcohols. All he had to do was use his mobile tongue to lick around the edges of the plastic cup and suck down the jello. He didn't even taste the harsh alcohol. It went down smoothly and before he knew it he was more than a little drunk. He was near falling over as he swayed on his feet and continued his song.

"APOLLO!" Lyra gave him a short shake and the jay slipped a little bit while he let out a squeaking noise that broke up his song.

"Hey, I like this song.." He slurred and blinked at the shark that kept him upright. Her long tail twisted right along the edges of his legs so that the large dorsal fin rested against his lower leg.

"Oh man, how many jello shots have you had." She grinned and showed some of her sharp teeth. She shifted her hand around his waist. "We need to head out. It's past midnight."

"Aww, but I was gonna..." The jay bird trailed off and looked down at his hand and the empty jello shot container. "Wait, what?"

"C'mon, Apollo, we gotta head out." Lyra gave a little shake of her head. "You're not going to be able to drive, you know that?"

"Heh, probably not. Hey, why aren't you drunk?" The jay squinted slightly at his friend as she bumped his hip and coaxed him away from the fire.

"Because I have better tolerance then you, lightweight. We'll leave your car here and I'll bring you by in the morning to pick it up, okay?" The shark guided him past a few people and Apollo bobbed his head amiably.

He wasn't so drunk that he was going to fall over, not really, but he was nearing that edge of drunk where he was having problems concentrating. He spread his wings outwards just enough to try and balance him as Lyra deftly pulled him between a few people and out of the crowd. She was stronger then she looked, especially when he stumbled on the uneven ground. His hand rested along her back just beneath the cropped shirt. It was always strange feeling the texture on the shark's body. It wasn't as sandy and abrasive as a real animalistic shark, but it wasn't smooth and velvety either. It was interesting, that's what it was. Then again, Lyra herself was rather interesting. She was one of the few shark's he had ever met and there was something strangely appealing about her.

She was exotic in the same way people thought of him exotic. Though avians were more common. Her long limber body wasn't heavily muscled, but lithe. She stood a full head taller then he did, though her face was shaped far differently. She made no attempt to fit in like he did. He normally wore regular shirts and shorts that were just about what everyone wore, but the shark was different. She went out of her way to make herself a spectacle. From her tight leather pants all the way to the cut off shirt that barely covered the swell of her breasts. She enjoyed the looks and attention, she'd even made an old chain into a belt that jingled as they got into the car and she strapped him into place.

"There we go, all nice and snug, eh?" Lyra chuckled and tightened the straps a bit so that he couldn't wiggle free.

"Yeah, nice and snug.." He grinned at her as she patted one shoulder. "You're good with straps, you know that?"

"Oh, I do.." The shark's laughter made him grin even more and he tucked himself back in the passenger seat to settle in for the ride. At least he was going to be able to see her house finally.

He didn't know how long they'd been on the road or even how long it took them to get back to her apartment. All he knew was that one moment he had been in the car and listening to a rather peppy band and trying to sing along and the next thing he was being playfully pushed through an open door. The lights of the apartment made him wince a little bit while he balanced on his toe tips and his wings ruffled along his back. Apollo looked around in confusion while flattening his feathers along his head, even his crest flicked down flat.

"How'd we get here?" He felt a little confused and squinted to see Lyra closing the door with a click of a lock being slipped into place.

"I drove us here. You sang us home." She grinned to herself and flicked her tail back and forth lightly so that it danced over the ground. "You don't remember do you?"

"Hee, nope.." He grinned foolishly at her while trying to look around the room. To his surprise it was a rather upscale and even normal looking apartment. It certainly wasn't what he'd assumed she'd have when he looked at her normal way of dress.

"God, Apollo, I don't think you've ever had this much to drink." She sounded more amused than annoyed at him, but he only grinned before doing a spin. His wings flicked out as he all but pranced in place.

"Never haaaaaaaaaaad this much to driiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiink!!!" He sang out at the top of his lungs only to be rewarded with Lyra's laughter.

"Now don't be a bad boy! You're going to wake up my neighbors!" She admonished him and one finger tapped out against his nose. He snorted and gave his beak a shake in reaction.

"But I am a bad boy, b-b-bad to the bone." He jested and flicked his fingers outwards a little, only to have them caught up by Lyra's hand. She gave it a slight tug so he was taken off balance and stumbled towards her.

"Oh, a naughty boy are you?" She murmured softly and ran her fingers under his beak. His eyes felt unfocused this close to her, but he amiably nodded his head. "Well if you're going to be naughty I might have to strap you down so you can sleep."

"But I gotta go..." He frowned a little bit while the fingers slipped down to brush against his throat feathers. The gentle touch tickled the soft white feathers along his throat.

"Oh well then, I suppose I'll let you do that." Her muzzle was so close to his as he spoke and Apollo felt slow and confused. For some reason what she was saying was very important, but at the same time he couldn't figure out why. All he knew was that the amount of alcohol he'd ingested was slowly starting to tell on him and it was hard not to squirm in place.

"Where's your bathroom?" He managed as he tried to think of what was so important about her tone. The fingers on his throat feathers tickled down along his chest.

"First door to the left that way." She moved her hand away and gestured with one finger.

"Thank you." He bobbed his head politely and turned around, just a bit too swiftly. Gods he had too much to drink. He probably should have known better then to enjoy the jello shots so much, but they'd been so easy to drink down.

The jay flicked his wings along his back and moved his hand out to press against the wall to keep himself from tumbling over and made his way down the hall. The hand found the door before his slightly blurred vision then and he pushed the door open to stumble into the tile room. It took far too long to find the light, but once he did he made a beeline for the toilet. He hadn't even been aware to how badly he had to go to the bathroom until he'd actually made it here. Apollo wiggled and struggled with his jeans before managing to wiggle them downwards along either side of his hips. His pink fleshy shaft spilled out into the air as the pants pulled downwards to pull over the blue curve of his rump cheeks before they threatened to drop.

He frowned down at himself and tried to spread his legs to keep his pants up so that he could use one hand to aim himself towards the white bowl. It was far harder then he imagined it to be. At least, it was until a warm curved body pressed up along his back and arms slipped around him. The warm breath tickled against his neck feathers as hands moved down to wrap right around the base of his soft girth. The light touch guided him towards the bowl as Lyra's laughter teased his ears.

"Have to save myself from having a wet floor." Lyra murmured in his ear and one of her fingers moved to brush right beneath his girth. "Don't I?"

"L-lyra? I guess.." He tried to figure out why this shouldn't be happening or why he should enjoy it, but both thoughts were just too hard to concentrate on. Not with the ache of his overly full bladder stabbing his lower belly.

He let out a soft groan and pushed back against the warmth of her body before he let out a hot stream of golden piss into the bowl. It was utter and complete relief to let go and he nearly trembled with it while the shark's gentle hands cupped right around his base and kept him aimed properly. He even lost the grip on the edge of his jeans so that the material sagged down and slipped along his knees. The forceful jet splashed into the watery bowl, it was such an enjoyable sensation that he nearly lost track of the fact he was nearly rubbing backwards against his friend. And the fact the fingers were caressing right along the edges of the smooth skinned shaft so that a pleasurable shiver ran down the length of his spine.

The last few dribbles came out with far less force as the gentle touch seemed to milk them free. Lyra's fingers moved right around the base of his cock and stroked forward with one curled hand before moving with the other. It was enough that he could feel the blood rushing up to his face when the flesh started to thicken and react in an oh so natural way. The drink made it hard to think, it always did, but it didn't mean he couldn't recognize a sensual touch when he felt it. His body shivered and when he leaned backwards a bit more firmly he became aware of her bare strange hide rubbing against his feathered rump. Bare hide, not leather pressing against him. The jay swallowed and his tongue felt dry as the heat increased.

It wasn't that he didn't like her, or that she didn't appeal to him, but he'd never really thought of her in this way. Never considered her as a potential lover. "That all, boy?" She murmured in his ear. "The last little bit?"

"Y..yes that's it.." He stumbled over the words and then groaned deep in his throat as she gave another squeeze. The caressing stroke moved all the way to his glans so that he swallowed to feel himself hardening.

"Good boy, but I think you're not done. Not yet.." The fingers moved downwards to caress right along the feathers between his thighs. The sudden pull backwards snugged him along the curve of her loins so that his tail feathers brushed along her inner thighs.

"I'm not?" He slurred out and turned his head a little to find himself staring at her sharp toothed grin.

"Of course not, come on, naughty boy." Lyra's hands gave a firm tug, "I've been waiting a long time for this, you know. You always chickened out after the first few drinks."

"I don't understand..." He stumbled over the words, but didn't fight as the hands left his half swollen cock and gave him a slight push towards the door.

As he stepped away he became very well aware that she was nude, very very nude. Her full warm breasts were perked high with a set of plump nipples jutting out from them. The leather collar that she normally wore wasn't in its normal spot, instead the upper chest was bare of even a hint of decoration. She normally wore multiple necklaces and such as a matter of course, but they had been stripped away. He was left staring at her breasts and even lower as he stopped in midwalk. The lower belly was smooth and pale, there was a layer of softness covering it that made him yearn to stroke it lightly and below. Below was a glimpse of the pursed soft lips pressed together nestled between the softness of the warm inner thighs.

"Bad boy!" Lyra let out a short sharp reprimand and he jerked his head up guiltily. "Such a wicked bird, we'll set you rights."

One of the shark's hands moved to push him forward so he stumbled into the hall and through the door open across from the bathroom. He tripped and struggled against his fallen pants before jerking them free and stumbling into what was obviously his friends bedroom. He might have dropped down to his knees from being imbalanced, but the shark moved with blurring speed. Something snapped down around his neck and he let out a choked noise as a broad band of leather dug down around his throat. Apollo moved his hands up to grip it while Lyra laughed and tightened the band down to pin his feathers down against his neck. He traced it lightly and encountered several blunt metal spikes. Her collar? She was putting her collar on him?

"What are you doing, Lyra?" He tried to push past the haze of alcohol, but his mind didn't want to work and the situation was so bizarre that he half thought it was a dream.

"Mistress, naughty boy, you'll call me mistress. Won't you, pretty bird?" The hand that gripped the collar released him and he stumbled forward before turning around.

"Mistress? I don't..." He started to speak, but a hand gripped his beak and pulled him forward. His eyes snapped open wide while he was tugged forward close against the shark.

"That's right, you'll call me Mistress..." The shark murmured softly, so softly, and her hand moved down to catch right along his shaft and gave it a light squeeze.

Apollo tried to get his mind to work, but nothing seemed to come on line as the finger tips moved down from his glans and trailed all the way down to the base of his shaft. His breath came out in a shuddering rush while her digits started to gently massage and knead around his thickening member. When Lyra stepped forward he moved back, her body crowding him while she tucked her head down and flicked out her tongue lick along her lips. It was a sensual look that made him whimper through her gripping fingers only to feel her finger tips gliding down towards the base of his cock and giving it a firm squeeze before lightly starting to pump up and down. The gentle strokes tugged and massaged, distracting his drunken mind.

"Put your hands together in front of you, good boy." She whispered softly and her finger tips curled along the tip of his cock making him cry out softly.

A thick bead of precum appeared on his tip and oozed down along the underside while he trembled and lifted his hands up. His cock was soon firm and stiff along his pale belly feathers, trailing bits of precum against the edges of his feathers. He swallowed and slowly lifted his hands up and nearly brushed them against her breasts. His wrists pressed together and the fingers on his beak let go and the one of his cock left a lingering caress over his tip so she could pull his wrists together. He whimpered out in partial confusion and frustrated arousal as his shaft was left twitching against his stomach, but the shark seemed to have other plans then listening to his protesting cries.

Before he could struggle back or even figure out what she was doing, a set of heavy leather wrist cuffs wrapped around his lower arms. A single metal link joined them so that he couldn't pull them apart, he could only blink down in confusion. His drunken mind started to clear enough that he realized that something was more then just wrong here. It was more then just being seduced by a friend while he was vulnerable. He opened his beak to protest, only to feel a ball wedged into his maw and his tongue pinned down against the lower mandible. He mmmphed out and glared at the shark as the ball was seated further back so his beak was splayed open wide and a pair of straps were fastened to his head so that he couldn't spit the vile thing out. The taste of rubber was overwhelming!

"That's better.." Lyra's long tail flicked lightly against his legs and he let out a stifled protest that went unheeded. "Now we're going to have a bit of fun, aren't we, pretty bird?"

Apollo gave his head a short shake and let out a muffled protest while he pushed and rubbed the rubber ball with his tapered tongue. The rubber taste was vile, but he couldn't escape it, nor could he escape the edge of drool that gathered along the corners of his beak. Lyra gripped his restrained hands before pulling him forward. He was tugged awkwardly and tried to throw his weight back to get away, but his legs didn't want to work properly. It wasn't until he neared the bed that he realized that the bedroom wasn't quite what he was expecting. He had expected something like the rest of the house, but the bedroom was something that made him think of several shops he had visited while in college.

The bed was normal enough, but the base of the bed was not. It could have been mistaken for a bench of some sort, except it had a round barreled body that was smooth leather. It stood at about three feet tall which made it taller than the bed by some amount. It stood on four sturdy legs, but those weren't what made him gape at it. What made him gape and wonder about the bedroom in general was the fact that a large black nubbed dildo jutted proudly from the center of it and a control hung from one end of the bench. He opened his mouth and started to try and babble, but the ball gag turned the words into garbled nonsense and a bit of drool dribbled down the edges of his beak.

"Best seat in the house for my new little pet." Lyra murmured in a voice that was part sensual and part threatening. Apollo swallowed and stumbled forward again before he was bumping right up against the bench.

He thought that the shark was going to haul him onto it or straddle it herself or any number of things, but she did none of them. Instead she yanked his bound hands up above his head so that his body was stretched out and the O ring that joined the leather cuffs was neatly slipped onto a gleaming steel hook that was set on the ceiling. A hook. Right in the middle of the damn ceiling! He felt his stomach turn and he tried to jerk backwards, but the moment he did the cuffs stopped him from going more then a few inches back.

"I'm not going to hurt you, now calm down." The shark sounded amused as he twisted and jerked against the bonds. "This is a sybian." She dropped a hand to stroke right along the edge of the leather bench. "And something I'm quite fond of."

The jay bird flattened his feathers and glared at her. If she liked it so much, why didn't she use it? He wanted to snarl the question at her, but instead all he got out was a soft muffled noise around the ball gag. She ignored him and instead moved to the wall where the other end of the rope was fastened and started to undo it from where it was tied. He shuddered as she moved her hands up and around the other end of the rope that the hook hung from and pulled it. As his body was hauled upwards by his arms he swung back and forth wildly. His drunken state was still there, but it was being overridden by panic on what was happening to him. And beneath that... beneath that...

Beneath that was the sight of the nude shark that was stretched out and her limber body tensing and relaxing as she pulled him a few inches from the ground so that he swayed back and forth. His wings hung limp against his back and he couldn't stop himself from watching the movement of her breasts. The tightness of the nipples as they hardened in the bare air and the sweep of her thighs. His cheeks burned with a hot flush as he tried to ignore it, but it was hard to think of anything else when he watched her retie the cord and move towards him. Her hips sways and breasts shifted. What was she doing to him? Why was he doing this to her? He hardened himself to give any sort of reaction to her, but lost that resolve almost as soon as it came.

Her fingers caressed and rubbed his shaft when she came within stepping distance. She massaged around the girth and stroked upwards all the way to the tip with a gentle touch that made a renewed flush of need run through him. He arched his back and wriggled back and forth so that he swayed by his restraints as she teased in circles around his tip. The thick drops of precum spilled out and gathered there while he started to breath in short hard pants. His eyes flashed open wide and he whimpered before arching forward into her touch.

"Messy messy boy." The shark shook her head and gathered up another thick drop of precum before the delicious feel of her fingers moved away. He watched as she deftly wiped the pre over the tip of the black toy. The goop rolling down the edges. "Do you want a ride on my favorite toy?"

"MMMPH?!??" He snapped his eyes open and shook his head back and forth.

"Nod your head like a pretty bird and I'll ride you as you ride my toy." Lyra's hand dropped back down and her finger tip trailed over his glans with a feather light touch. "You do what me to ride you don't you? To feel how eager you are when I straddle your lap?"

Apollo stared at her dumbfounded. What was she suggesting? His mind felt slow and stuck as if he were trying to force his thoughts past thick molasses. She was going to fuck him? She wanted him to fuck her?

His eyes flicked down and looked along the line of her body. The swell of her warm breasts that rose and fell with each breath. The sight of her taut belly and the spread her hips where the trace of feminine softness could be seen. His eyes lingered along the pursed pale folds and the faint glimmer of wetness there before he whimpered softly under his breath. Did he want this? Oh yes, yes he did. He wanted it with everything that was in him. He wanted to feel her swallowing him inch by inch and feel her walls clamping around him. The jay closed his eyes before mutely nodding his head up and down.

"That's my very good boy." Lyra murmured and her hand moved to glide along his leg. "You're such a good boy for me."

What had he done? Apollo arched himself up and muffled a cry as his leg was lifted upwards and swung over the sybian. His leg brushed along the leather and brushed higher up so his limbs were spread apart and his entire body guided to straddle it. It was awkward and strange, but more importantly, uncomfortable as his tail feathers brushed right along the toy that was glistening with his own precum. He wiggled his hips back and forth and clicked his beak together lightly as he glanced back at Lyra. The feel of the toy resting right against the base of his tail let him feel some of the wetness rubbing against his feathers in a sticky smear.

The shark didn't remain to one side for long, though she mounted the sybian far more gracefully then he had. She pressed her hands flat against the smooth leather and swung one of her long legs over it as if she were mounting a horse. Her long tail swept behind her until the dorsal fin slipped right along the edges of his lower calf. Her firm full breasts were nearly at beak level to him as she crowded him and forced him backwards. Her legs slipped against his own and the tail that rested along calf slipped up just a bit higher. One of her arms moved around his waist and he twisted slightly, but couldn't evade the light touch. Not when his own arms were bound up above him and each movement made him sway back and forth. Instead, he was pliant to the touch that pulled his hips up and away from the toy.

His shaft slipped up against the smooth hide of her belly as he was drawn in intimately close. Her breasts pressed against his chest while her fingers moved down to caress along his rump cheeks and gave them a squeeze. He let out a muffled noise around the ball gag and arched up as Lyra's belly teased and brushed against him, the sort of distraction that almost made him forget what she had wanted. His tail feathers quivered and he sucked in a breath when the shark moved upwards and he felt the warmth of her folds just brushing against the base of his shaft before the hands that gripped his rump cheeks started to relax.

The jay's eyes snapped open and he squirmed as the rubbery slippery tip of the toy pushed up against his exposed pucker. His first reaction was to drop his tail down, but the long feathers did little to protect him when the toy was already pushing against him. Apollo drew in a sharp breath before whimpering as the slickened tip started to pry his pucker open. The walls were forced apart as he squirmed and tried to jerk upwards, but the hands on his rump pushed him downwards. He wriggled and twisted as inch by inch the rubbery toy began slipping into him. It rubbed and caressed along his passage while he flicked his feathers back flat and drew in a hissing breath. He wanted to pull away, the feel of it rubbing and forcing its way into him made him want to struggle and escape, but Lyra only gave a sudden pull downwards that wedged the tip so deep he could feel it stretching along his channel.

"Poor boy, you aren't used to this are you." The shark murmured in his ear and her tail briefly flicked down from his leg.

It must have hit something, it must have found some button or switch to depress, because the moment it dropped away the toy began to vibrate inside of him. Apollo jerked upwards and let out a sharp cry at the feel of the rubbery toy throbbing with powerful vibrations that ran along the length of his anal passage. His walls clamped down around it and he clenched his beak around the rubber ball. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before. His entire body was shaking at the sensations of it caressing places no one and nothing should be reaching inside of him. The jays wings flicked open wide and he might have tried to struggle his way up by figure of pulling his arms against the restraints, but the shark made any ideas of struggling slip away.

One of her legs slipped further over his hip and her body arched upwards. The length of the jay's shaft grazed against the soft pursed lips and he whimpered around the ball gag as he felt them rubbing and stroking teasingly. The wetness clung along the underside of his girth sending a pleasurable shiver down his spine and he squirmed on the toy. And when her hips shifted high enough that his cock tip traced along his outer lips, the weight of her leg over his own began to force him downwards. The thickness of the base started to stretch him open wider and wider as he drew in a shuddering breath and moaned it out when the rubber toy caressed a place deep inside of him.

The only thing that distracted him from the pulsing vibrations that forced his body into readiness was the wet heat that wrapped around the tip of his cock and the sound of Lyra's groan of pleasure. Her body pressed down over him demandingly and his cock tip wedged itself into her passage. The silken muscles clamped down around him and the heat of her arousal oozed along his girth. His breath caught in his throat and his hips jerked upwards to try and thrust into her, but the weight of her legs over lapping his forced him to hold still. They pushed him down until every last inch of the thick dark dildo was seated in his rump and the vibrations made his entire body shake.

Lyra's hips moved almost painfully slowly as inch by inch she lowered herself down onto him and he whimpered as he sank deeper. The powerful inner muscles suckled around him and made a thick dribble of precum ooze out of his tip. He couldn't drive into her, couldn't buck, couldn't even hold her. She controlled everything about the situation. His eyes fluttered closed and he moaned out around the ball gag, not caring if he was drooling about it. All he wanted was to feel the vibrations throbbing along his prostate and caressing silk muscles that wrapped around his cock. The shark didn't stop until her outer lips brushed right against his feathers and he lowered his head slightly and tried again to force himself up, as if by hoping alone he could drive into her.

The shark's laughter purred in his ear before she rose up and stroked along his girth, his entire body arching and jerking as some of the pressure was taken away before she dropped down. Her legs gripped firmly over his own as she began to slowly ride him. The movements dragged him free, his tip drooling out precum before pushing him back in again. The swell of his girth spread her inner folds as he balled his fists up and let out a deep throaty groan. Not even the feel of the vibrating toy within him distracted him from the almost painful pleasure of feeling his cock massaged and rubbed. The muscles pulsed and rippled around him as each time he hilted within her before she lifted up again.

The nubs along the toy rubbed along his inner passage. They pulled and tugged even as the vibrations caressed deeper and reached further then the flesh of the toy actually touched. He drew in a shuddering breath and jerked his body against the sybian, his walls clamping down along it even as Lyra brought her hips down in a smooth firm thrust. She moved her hands to grip against either side of his rump cheeks and squeezed them while her breasts pressed firmly against his chest. The nipples brushed along his feathers and he whimpered before dropping his beak down. He couldn't lick them, couldn't kiss them, couldn't do anything except rub the edge of his beak along them as she started to thrust harder and faster against him. Only a few glistening inches of his cock slipping free before plunging back into her eager passage.

It was the vibrations that did him in. The pulsing nubs that were grinding in against his prostate so that he couldn't escape them, couldn't ignore them. The heat flushed along his cheeks as the graceful roll of the hips sped up and he felt his cock starting to thicken as his stomach tightened. The jay bird muffled his cries against the rise of her breasts and trembled the need built to an almost painful point. The inner passage suckled and caressed around him, pulling from base to his tip as Lyra's hips dropped down against him firmly and he could feel the soft outer lips caressing around his base. With a muffled screeching cry his body lunged up beneath her and tried to drive himself in as he was pushed over the edge.

The hot ropes of seed spilled out of his tip into her in thick splattering waves while he shuddered against the sybian. His ass continued to squeeze around the toy as the vibrations only added to the pleasure and drew it out as he flooded the shark. His breath came in short ragged gasps around the ball gag, but Lyra's hips kept moving, kept rolling against him and pushing down against his own and pinning him against the toy that invaded him. The slick pearly cum rolled out along the edges of his shaft as he drew in a gasping breath and dropped his head downwards.

"Oh no, wicked boy, you're not done yet." Lyra moved one of her hands to trace under the edge of his beak and forced his head up. "You're not done until I'm satisfied, and if you're a very good bird, I'll even let you sleep on the bed."

Apollo tried to protest, tried to say anything, but the hips rolled down and rubbed along his softening length. The nerves so sensitive it was almost painful to feel the stimulation and he bucked. The vibrations of the toy suddenly flared to life and trilled through his anal passage forcing him to react. Demanding him to rise to her pleasure.

In the morning, when he woke up hung over, aching and wet from his sticky beak to his mussed belly feathers. The only thought he had in mind was that he must not have been a good bird, as his aching legs still wrapped around the sybian and the inert toy still impaled him.