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Description: You go on a walk with your lover, Frackata. It is a peaceful journey into the forest where there is a lot of sensual romantic innuendo.

Tag: First person, furry, Anthro, bird, scales, lizard, sfw, flirting, romance, nostalgia

Life is bliss for you as of late. It is nearly impossible to not think of a time before Frackata. Colors are brighter, the air is cleaner, the sun is something worth watching set, and in the morning you yearn for Frackata to share in the majesty of the sky painted with vibrant hues of orange and creamy velvet. Truly it was like an artist took a paint brush and ran it from on side of the horizon to the other, but it was Frackata that imbued these natural wonders into something pure and raw.

Beauty aside, and Frackata was beauty incarnate, not just in and of himself, but he allowed you to experience experiences in ways you never thought possible. It was also the fun, the joy of it, of him. The one thing that people don’t tell you about love is the playfulness and fun that comes with it. Where the simple things like eating together, holding hands, the snores, the word fumblings, the blushing and innocence and sweetness, all seemed simple but were actually extraordinarily important. Love made the ordinary extraordinary and the extraordinary of life just a backdrop.

Today was exactly one such incident. You could feel the soothing lull of romance, more acutely than ever before, because somehow, someway, today was just special, special in a way that defied and defined logic.

It amazes you how you want to spend time with him. Not just time in the apartment, not just time out to eat, but time away from it all. Just you, him.

And Geoff, of course. Because Geoff went with Frackata everywhere. A babysitter wrapped up in a cute little goldfinch package, yellow throughout for the feathers with just a dribble of black on his head, wings, and caboose.

But Geoff was only almost everywhere. There were private moments, though sparingly.

Luckily, nature is the best escape and Frackata is one to hastily agree to a getaway in nature. At least, that is how you always thought, but you’ve come to realize that Frackata doesn’t care where he is, just so long as he is with you. You share the same sentiments.

You and him often travel the woods, but on this particularly fine humid day, you decide to walk whenever your feet take you. Because it didn’t matter where you were, so long as you were with him, close to him.

Trees are pretty much you and companies’ natural habitat, you were both green, though Frackata had feathers of such vibrant color, you had scales. You were more ground oriented and more akin to a chameleon than anything else. It was more telling when it came to your eyes, scaly lids that covered the entire eye, each eye moved independent, all the better to bask in Frackata’s beauty while soaking in the crisp leaves fallen to the ground.

The tree line spread wide as you both went inside, the paths less worn, wilder, the trees closing in, making movement much more restrictive, which was fine by you – just a reasonable excuse to be near and close with Frackata. So reasonable, in fact, that not even Geoff could complain to HR about. Your hand brushes against Frackata unassuming and accidentally, shoulders kiss each other, the sight of him angelic as he navigated the path that grew more unkempt and wild, abandoned the way nature truly intended. Much like your love, wild and free.

At one point, the trail narrowed more constrictively, where you had to travel one by one, with Frackata forcefully navigated to the front of this particular expedition.

After awhile Frackata stopped, glancing behind to you, a sheepish smile slashed on his beak, his meek body language the best indicator of his emotions.

“Where are we going?” He asked, his head swiveling erratically to give the sign that they might maybe be lost at least by his accounting, gazing at the leaves that hosted more colors than his feathers.

“You know, I was going to ask you the same thing…” You said, immediately amused by the implication. You did leave out the part that you hadn’t much given it thought as everything you wanted was literally right in front of you, and the way Frackata’s tail swayed with his agile movements, well, wherever you were going must surely be leading to heaven.

Frackata wasn’t slow or dumb, but he still took his dear sweet time playing catch up to that line of thinking, “You’ve been following me?” The cute way his wing folded inward as he pointed to his chest. It drew your eye, and kept your eye for a lingering moment.

“Well, you are in front,” A pause, a shrug, a smile, “You’ve been following me, haven’t you?”

There was an awkward silence, and a little laughter like music escaping Frackata’s stomach, a richness turned magical by the very fact of him being a bird. Talk about a songbird. You could listen to him all day and never get bored, you could hear him reading a phone book and you would be enthralled. You and he are standing still, looking around. You and him often travel these parts but you’ve never been through this area before, this was brand new, adding a sense of delight to the experience, you weren’t just private, secluded, but lost… and alone, but never lonely with him. Now it seemed to occur to you to ask the all-important question: Where exactly were you?

Before you could ask, he chirped with a whimsical smile that drew you further to appreciate him, “Actually, I have been following Geoff…” Frackata said.

You nod in agreement.

Geoff flapped his wings, narrow eyes darting between you and Frackata before his eyes expressively roll with annoyance. Being made the scapebird was common practice. It was clear that he thought he was following one of you two and bewildered that nobody seemed to have taken the mantle as the guide.

You liked to get lost because you were never lost with Frackata by your side, but Geoff on the other hand, you could tell that he was a very orderly bird, prim and proper. It always bewildered you to think that he, of the trio, was the more responsible. But you were in love, carefreeness was your middle name. A map would only steal from the sense of bold adventure.

And the journey continued. Hearing water stream softly, you gravitate your path toward it. You knew this place rather well, even if it was off the beaten path, but that creek would eventually lead you back home. Frackata understood this too and followed you. But you knew that understanding or not, he would follow you anywhere, and you him. Probably how you ended up in this unexpected situation.

You hear a louder body of water and instead of turning tail and walking back to safety, following back the creek to where you lived, instead you opt to follow the winding path deeper into the woods, tossing rocks here and there into the creek to hear that satisfying kuplunk. That satisfying sound of a solid drop that you know just went straight down to the bottom. You weren’t in any rush to return to civilization anyway, you were perfectly content to be lost with Frackata. Besides, Geoff was around, you could always trust in him to do the right thing in the wrong situation. If he was content enjoying his bird bath and whimsically flying to and fro, well, that was fine by you.

Frackata follows you, but in no apparent rhyme or reason. He frequently disappeared behind one of the massive sycamores only to creep up behind you. You always heard him, but you played the game, whatever game he opted for at the time. He would alternate between tag, or hide and seek, to something as jovial as tossing leaves as confetti onto your head, you would have to help the leaves off your scales for the latter expression though.

Endearing. Frackata could do no wrong and always seemed to push the boundaries of your heart. You’ve told him time and time again that you love him, but those were just words, love was action, love was purpose, love was this, right here, in this moment, laughing, playfully snatching leaves from the air raining down onto you and crumbling them up into red and green balls and tossing them back at him.

Your heart races each time the moments become more frequent, more omnipotent. The love you felt grew and grew. And you wanted more. You wanted to suck the marrow out of this bliss. You were already becoming overwhelmed with a sense of appreciation for Frackata, no, not appreciation, devotion? But ultimately, you couldn’t help but realize how addictive his presence was. The kindness, the willingness, the mischievous that he exuded. It only made things better.

You walk along the creek, the soft gurgling of water threading through the hush of the woods. The air is cool, thick with the scent of damp earth and moss, and yet Geoff wasn’t flutters between branches, letting out tiny, disapproving chirps whenever you or Frackata veer too close to trouble. Instead, it seemed like he was having an off day as well, as luck would have it. Or he just gave up because the deeper you got into the woods, the closer you and Frackata became.

There was something else about Frackata that only Geoff knew and you were beginning to figure out: Frackata is trouble. He always has been. Not a troublemaker, but trouble. There was no other way to frame the concept, just this morning you woke up to the smell of savory breakfast yet only one chair at the family sized oak table and he was already sitting on it, with two plates in front of him. You laughed, looking for the other chairs to wit he replied oh so innocent and coyly, “You can share mine?” There was only one way that could happen and it involved sitting in a lap. Geoff found the hidden chairs, of course, he always managed to pull a rabbit out of his hat, but yes, Frackata was trouble. Always suggesting, always offering, always being playful, always…

Willing.

Wanting.

And he has been trouble throughout the day in his own little adorable way. It was only trouble for you because you fell deeper and deeper under his carefully woven spell of love and contentment. Somewhere, sometime, you knew that there was only one ultimate conclusion to this day, though you may not truly understand it, your body did. Love can only be contained for so long until it is fully expressed.

Frackata bound ahead, his green feathers catch the light that spills through the trees, beams strobing against his wings and green furry body, each movement alive with energy. He turns to you, grinning before you can protest, he kicks a spray of water from the edge of the creek in your direction.

“You absolute menace,” you said, shaking your head, but the laughter in your voice betrays you and the swelling feeling of love.

Frackata only tilts his head, exaggerated innocence written across his face. “What? I’m cooling you off. Fall or not, it is quite hot, don’t you agree?” His muscular arms cross over his chest, proud to be of service. Defiant, even.

Geoff sighs from above, a sharp, quick sound of exasperation, and you can’t help but smile renewed. God, you’ve been smiling this entire day that your mouth was actually tired from it and yet like a masochist, your smiling only got bigger and bolder. Geoff was the thermometer, equip with a sixth sense. But even his protests currently were … distracted. This was the exact time that Geoff would be flying off the handle, and yet… nothing.

Game on. You bent down, cupped some water and returned fire.

Now, it is impossible to dodge water, it doesn’t work like that, but Frackata seemed to use any excuse to move distractingly agile.

Frackata grazes against you, brushing his body smoothly against your own, you can’t help but feel the distinct texture difference between feathers and your own scales. It provides a sense of friction that prolongs each casual caress between you both, that innocent smile so sweet, “I am sorry, did you want to melt out here?” You liked his softness, and he confessed to you on numerous occasions that he liked your solidity and warmth, and roughness.

Your heart burned than. What was not to love about Frackata? And by way of his lighthearted antics, apparently, he seemed to harbor the same sentiments.

You inhale sharply, feeling the warmth of the sun, the breeze cutting through the loosening leaves – Hell, even Geoff was having the time of his life, the little squirt tucked into a large fallen vibrant crimson green leaf as it lazily sailed down the creek to the body of water. He seemed positively content. So, that was what had Geoff distracted, a ride down the lazy river, dozing or snoozing.

On the job but clocked out, it seemed.

There is nothing like experiencing nature when you are in love. It also allowed you the ability to truly appreciate the vastness of these woods, the creek with its soothing constant and consistent water streaming and eventually the thick early fall trees cleared for a large body of water. Something that wasn’t quite big enough to be considered a lake, but not small enough to be a pond either. The creek spills out into the body of water, ringed with thick reeds and overgrown wildflowers. This place seemed to be forgotten by time and space, a place exclusively your own. The surface was smooth, interrupted only by the gentle ripple of water moving from the creek’s mouth. You glance at the pristine clear water, a perfect mirror, your reflection eyeing you suspiciously, almost accusingly. Your eyes dart the surface to see the ethereal duplicate of Frackata with the underwater purity as the backdrop.

Frackata doesn’t hesitate, he stretches those impossibly strong arms, and leaps straight into the water, shattering the mirror-like surface. You watch as he disappears beneath, only for him to pop up moments later, feathers slick against his body, droplets running down his broad shoulders. He shakes his head once, sending water flying, before reaching a clawed hand out toward you but pulled back quickly to generate a blast of water, dampening you with thick flecks of droplets. His feathers cupping more water then any hand could, offering a much more powerful splash.

The pond only came up to his chest, above his stomach, but below his neck, but the clear surface allowed you to look at him completely, it looked like he was floating, not a bird, but an angel, or a mythic mermaid, his feathers washing around the small current, his fur matted against his body, making him sleeker and more … pleasing to the eye.

“Well?” he says. “Are you coming, or do I have to drag you in?”

Bliss finally tipped and blended to something a little differently just then. Or rather, final.

Geoff was content. Lazing around, the antics only adding a soothing rock to his boat, ushering him further into relaxation.

You were too.

And if you missed your guess, Frackata was in the same leaf.

All content. But only two of you were feeling content… plus.

Geoff’s contentment, however, was short lived. Geoff spit out from the tiny mouth of the creek and sailed until the real rippling waves Frackata made came on the relaxing tiny bird and his tiny leaf and sent the boat spiraling. Geoff instinctively and involuntarily chirped, wings clasping the wings of the leaf to keep it afloat and him dry. He was only halfway successful.

You eye this. As the day deepened, your attention drew more and more toward Geoff. You never made the connection that deep in your mind you harbored wishes that perhaps Geoff might not be entirely… accepting of. Making your movements and gestures, your playfulness more thought out than purely natural. Or perhaps it was natural, but after the fact you cast eyes to Geoff. Somewhere down the line you stopped glancing to him after the fact and started being more proactive, premeditating. Looking at him prior, to see if you could get away with this or that without notice.

“I would like to see you try, you look pretty small down in that water.” You smirk, laughing.

“Small, am I?” His wings spanned fully open and a cascading wall of water rushed at you. You flinch. You feel your wrist snatched and with just a gentle tug, you lean too far forward. You were already off balance from recoiling from water, laughing all the way, but compensating your balance turned quick to overcompensation, and being unaware of the guiding into the pond, you tumble gracelessly into the water. Headfirst. You rush up for air, your entire body damp and dripping caresses along your furry feathered lover.

You’ve been close with Frackata. You’ve been very close with him. A breath away sometimes. But standing chest to chest with him, with water rippling soothingly about the both of you, romance melted into intimate. An intimacy that had already been long in the making even before this. But now it was almost undeniable. And all the while you can’t help but have a goofy silly dumb fucking grin on your face, you could see it through the reflection of Frackata’s wide and moist beautiful eyes. He had that same dumb grin. The electricity between you two threatened to strike you both down.

A word didn’t cross between you two for a while. You both just stood there. You barely even noticed that your hands were wrapped around his wrists, having used them as support for you to stand up from the watery not so depths of the pond. Fingers hidden under water gently running up and down his body, admiring his shape, tiny little motions that meant the world for the both of you.

“Its beautiful out here.” Frackata said lowly. He didn’t mean the woods.

“It is.” You didn’t mean the woods either.

“Still hot?” He didn’t mean the heat of the day.

“Maybe.” You didn’t mean the heat of the day either.

Neither of you thought the other was ever talking about the woods, the pond, the water, the soothing rush of water. And the heat was the last thing on your mind. You step closer to Frackata, he steps slowly closer to you. The movements so stilled and subtle that the pond remained mute and still. Positions closing. You can feel his wet body nearing you, upon you, you onto him. Your heart alternates between mild heart attack and beating quickly as if to make up for the lack of beats. The water sizzles between you, you become slightly aware of your own heated groin as the cooling embrace of water envelops it.

Geoff laid on the boat leaf, sighing relief that he hadn’t capsized.

And bumped against your chest, where the threshold of water was.

And Frackata’s.

And the bird was able to summon supernatural powers and part the broad chests that hesitantly brushed together. You separated, opening the gate, allowing Geoff to pass between you both. And even though this added distance between you two, you felt that you’ve never been closer to him.

You took your chance and splashed Frackata in the face and laughed about it. Frackata, like a seal, slipped into the water and started swimming to you.

“Stop! Stop! I give up!” You hastily swim toward the shore, backward walking, scaled hand shoved before you, holding Frackata’s head back. Skittering out of the pond and away from Frackata who had all sorts of plans in store for you had you stayed.

You beach yourself on the shore, letting the warmth dry you off. Frackata swam the length of the pond, always casting an eye at you. It made you feel exposed and vulnerable. Even though it was he who was intentionally exposing himself in the most vulnerable and… willing positions.

You are left to stew in your emotions and inhibitions. You are left to try and occupy your mind with something other than Frackata. But even with eyes closed, you could see him. Even in your dreams, you saw him. Always him. Forever.

The warm embrace of sunlight was waning and with it the illumination that still struggled to cut through the thick canopy above.

It was time to go.

How much time had passed? An eternity? No time at all? Something in between?

You had been mesmerized by Frackata’s body on the opposite side of the pond, sunbathing much like you. You almost dozed engorging yourself on the sensational relaxed pose of him.

You both stand up. Ready to get home. A little more spirit in your step then normal. For reasons… unknown. But shared by Frackata himself. And pensively shared by Geoff.

You two might not know what was up, but Geoff, Geoff might.

It was in this blissful peaceful respite that you feel a splash of water sprinkle onto you. Your eyes cast to Frackata who had hopped over the creek and was angling his wings into the running water to squirt it up at you. Again. He must just like seeing how your scales sparkle in the sunlight.

You just smile, not even angry. You had dried, he had dried, but that didn’t mean the fun had to dry off with it. The mood always elevating, oddly in the most relaxing and peaceful sense. Playfulness made the love young and alive and you would have it no other way.

But peacefulness seemed to drain from you as you saw the rainbow the water created in the aftermath, practically glorifying Frackata and all his soothing sensual colors. It was like an overload that penetrated peacefulness and brought your attention fully vested in your lover. His beak seemed more lithe, slender, his throat exquisitely curved, his fingers a work of art each and every one. Frackata had been brushing and touching against you throughout this journey, but it was only now that, for some reason, you realized not just how beautiful he was, but how lucky you were – to share moments like this. It reminded you of the tender and imposing closeness you shared with him in the pond. Just the two of you. So close that it hurt.

This was life.

This was life worth living, relishing.

And the way his eyes batted, slitting closed to open, never widening past the half mast point, the most alluring set of bedroom eyes ever seen by you. There was no question what was going through his mind.

And there was no question what was trying to go through your mind. Something that had been friskily flying on the surface of your mind since this day started, and that had slowly grown and intensified, closely linked to the serene love you felt for Frackata. You were smitten by every single solitary action of his, and for some reason, he seemed to be absolutely aware of every single action of yours. You knew it. He knew it.

But you needed to maintain.

First, Geoff would be adamantly opposed to anything that wasn’t PG, which usually kept them all in line, but sometimes, sometimes even Geoff couldn’t stop the inevitable and you were feeling the mounting pressure of trying to keep things this way. It wasn’t baser instincts and primal love that burned your mind to melting and putty, it was the intoxication of being closer, closer still to Frackata. You never wanted to let him go. The sorrow that came with that thought rendered the idea of separation an impossibility.

It wasn’t anything that Frackata was doing, per se, that drew you to him, it wasn’t like he was trying to be overtly expressive but the way his eyes darted down to your body, dragging his thirsty hungry eyes over every inch of you, well you couldn’t help but read the current that electrified between you two. A crescendo of fireworks that have been puttering throughout the way. Geoff, the good body guard that he was, peeked an eye open and chirped sleepily from his leaf that followed you down the creek before taking flight and twirling around Frackata’s head. But that was Frackata problem, not your own, you were already fighting your own inner demons at the time.

There was something mischievous and majestic and wanting about Frackata and it was drawing you in. He’d been secretly calling you, peeling back your concept of what was and what should be until he left you raw and curious to the next steps. But you were so far into it that you didn’t need his guiding hand, you had your own creativeness imbued by your body to motivate and navigate you. He bent down and dipped his hand into the slow running current of the creek, and splashed some up toward Geoff so he wasn’t left out. Geoff chirped and dodged but Frackata was committed to the cause, so committed that he made sure that he intentionally unintentionally got that water all over himself, soaking him with just the thinnest sheen coat of it. It glistened on him, adding to his already exaggerated sex appeal and poor little Geoff was completely unaware. It was clear that this tactic had worked strikingly well when you both took a dip together and it was working just as well now. Just enough to nudge you over the edge. No wonder Frackata wanted you wet, you were starting to harbor the same impression for him as well.

By that coy little smile you saw from Frackata, aimed right to you, your heart, and … your lower regions, he was also having the time of his life.

And know what, so were you. There was something so arousing to you about the conversation you both had unspoken. It was a feeling more than anything else. And you needed to get out of there. Though perhaps rushing to the apartment wouldn’t solve anything, only make the sordid situation more intense. You just couldn’t stand it anymore, you felt your cock slowly hardening, it wasn’t so much pulsing to life with exaggerated need to fuck away your frustrations, but it was a surprisingly calm and gentle arousal.

“I am hungry.” A thinly veiled attempt to change the scene quicker, perhaps without the lovely nature backdrop, the heat that seemed to just mesh so well with your scales, and Frackata just easing himself deeper and deeper into your heart, maybe that would be just what needed to happen, “And it is getting rather late…” You say a little lamely, just wanting to get away from the beauty that was Frackata, beauty is a beautiful thing but it can be stunningly blinding and everything about Frackata was hitting you in all the right and wrong ways.

Frackata smirked knowingly and gracefully clenched his talons on smoothed over rocks on the edge of the creek and hopped over it. Now, the creek wasn’t exactly large and could be scaled by just walking with a bit of a stretch right over it, but Frackata made a show of hopping over it, soaring over and giggling, almost a lyrical chirp, as he did so. Mostly because he bumped right into you, rubbing his body against you. To an outsider looking in, this was all just playful fun between romantic lovers, but for Frackata, it was rather obvious that he was looking for more and you knew that he knew that the only way to get more out of you was to provoke you.

And he was damn good at crumbling your walls down like it was nothing. He had quite the resume of practice on this front.

It only made matters worse. Walking side by side Frackata was excruciatingly painful. Geoff chirped and soared through the air, cutting around random trees, one time he brought a few berries, his contribution to the dinner that was surely going to be made. Geoff didn’t know that the hunger that plagued the two had nothing to do with their stomachs. It was located slightly lower than that. And each time Geoff was distracted, Frackata, looking stunning, beautiful, and calm, decided to brush against you, his tail rather articulate and expressive as it swayed nonchalantly behind him, with an extra swing to tap against your butt, just a brush, just a tickle, but it might as well have been an open invitation for something more lewd and lurid.

The worst part for you was you didn’t know if he was intentionally trying to sabotage your resolve, to seduce you, to make your mind shut off completely and devolve to the baser instincts or if he was just walking hand in hand with you. At some point, it didn’t much matter because for you and your overstimulated body, soothed to relaxing which offered zero resistance, but it became rather apparent that all these maybe unintentional actions were all carefully orchestrated and inspired by the mood that the environment seemed to manifest. His long neck arched and his head rested against your shoulder, the top green furred crown nuzzling against you, rubbing, making itself, and his self at home as you both walked patiently and silently side by side.

Geoff landed perched right on top of your head too boot, just to keep a watchful eye on you both. A lot of good he was at that because everything that could be done to set you off was being done. But apparently more could be done because that tail wrapped around your waist, tugging you to a stop as he himself stopped and turned to you, his chest broad and bold against your arm as he embraced you, a sign of affection which fit the romantic vibe all the more. You turn to embrace him too. It was hard to ignore such a display of candid affection. The heat of your crotch, which was simply bubbling and boiling over like a volcano, had been lost on you, it was like the frog in the slowly heated pot, but Frackata was wet, water warmed by the sun, but wet all the same, so his fur and feathers speckled and flecked onto you, the closeness of your body allowed for that wetness to spread against you, the breeze turned warm water into a chilly bite.

The one place that wasn’t chilled was your crotch, it highlighted just how aroused you were.

And with that arousal, the confirmation, the realization, it only plagued and played against your mind.