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Chaser flicked his fingers through a game reserve information pamphlet on safari animals as he sat in the passenger seat of a rattling Jeep. The car sped down a sandy road in the Kalahari desert, and Chaser wiped the sweat from his forehead. He grabbed the canteen from the cup holder and brought it to his lips, taking a huge gulp of water that had become lukewarm in the heat. Even in only khaki shorts and a light, woven shirt, the scorching heat of the Botswana summer was killing the poor blue jay. Reaching a hand over to the center console, Chaser hastily cranked up the AC and swatted a pesky mosquito sitting on the dash with his pamphlet.

“Well, as hot days go, this one is certainly up there.” Tuke, the driver, spoke as he made a turn onto the narrow road that led into the Ghanzi district and, farther ahead, the reserve. A sudden jolt frightened the cockatiel for a moment as the car shook and swayed from the transition off the main road onto a less developed track.

“Maybe we should have gone earlier in the year. I never thought October would be this bad.” The blue jay answered, fanning his face with his hat to feel more of the icy cold chill of the AC while he was still sitting inside the rental car. Chaser turned his head towards his cockatiel boyfriend and offered him the canteen, which Tuke graciously accepted, bringing the metal flask to his beak and gulping down the contents, water dribbling from his mouth and down onto his toned, shirtless chest. The athletically muscular cockatiel sighed in relief as he handed the canteen back to his slightly bulkier boyfriend. Chaser took it and grimaced as he shook the now-empty flask.

“We brought plenty of water bottles, right?” The blue jay’s head darted to his companion, who nodded as he kept his eyes on the road. Chaser adjusted his seat, leaning back as he covered his face with his hat to block the bright sun. For all Chaser knew, he was going to need the rest, as the hike into the reserve was going to be a long one.

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Chaser’s pen scratched along the surface of the pamphlet amidst the boundless and serene landscape of the savanna. He had ticked off the common animals that he had seen by now and was looking out for a few of the more rare bird species that could be found in the country. Chaser and Tuke’s plumage and clothes were drenched with sweat; the wet shirt stuck to his chest to reveal his lean but muscular bod. His gold nipple rings were obviously visible through the clinging fabric, and he was tempted to take the damp garment off to let his feathers breathe.

He stretched and trudged along into the now two-hour-long hike and, at the very least, unbuttoned the shirt and rolled the sleeves as far up as they could go. Looking over to Tuke, who was a couple of steps in front of him, the cockatiel was far busier concentrating on bird watching than he was, keeping a keen eye out for any species they hadn’t come across yet. Gripping the straps of his backpack and adjusting them, Chaser began to pick up his pace to catch up with Tuke. He took only a few more steps before the cockatiel suddenly stopped him, planting a haphazard hand on the blue jay’s firm pecs over his suddenly racing heart.

“Sshh!” Tuke hissed as he crouched and looked down towards the nearby foliage to their left. Chaser held his breath as the leaves of a bush began to rustle. Chaser’s heart pounded in his ears as he waited, expecting a predator he couldn’t see or a venomous snake to strike from the bush.

Instead, a little, bright red-beaked bird emerged and greedily devoured a few insects scuttering below.

“A-ha! The… red-billed hornbill! That’s another one off our lists!” Tuke cheerily squawked as he scanned his list, ticking off the bird he had found. Chaser let the air out of his lungs and dropped his head in relief.

“You scared the living bejesus out of me! I thought we encountered something vicious for a second there!” The blue jay exclaimed as he began to sit down on the thin, sandy path, his legs screaming with pain and his head spinning with exhaustion.

“Ah, sorry. I just love these little guys; they’re super cute!” Tuke chirped in response as he took his mobile phone out to snap a photo of the bird as it finished its meal, rushing back into the bush soon after. Chaser couldn’t help but chuckle at the sight; the little bird happily scampering away was a nice break from the boring stretch of land he had been used to seeing for some time. The hornbill was the only animal they had seen in some time. Maybe they went down the wrong path? The thought slid into Chaser’s mind only briefly before he looked up to see Tuke offering a hand down to help him up. Chaser took it and lifted himself to his feet, wiping the sand off his shorts afterwards.

“Alright, it’s about time we look for somewhere to rest and have lunch,” Chaser said as he pulled the cockatiel in close and wrapped his arms around his companion’s waist. “If we don’t find somewhere, we can just rest on the path, I suppose. Then we can start heading back to the hotel. Sound good?”

Tuke gave a gentle nod with a smirk etched on his face. “Yeah. Sorry you didn’t end up having fun...” Tuke quietly responded as he embraced his blue jay boyfriend in return, laying his head against Chaser’s ocean blue plumage.

Chaser gave a brief snicker and moved his hand to Tuke’s cheek, tilting his head up and making their eyes level. “Hey. I love you, so anything that I do with you is enjoyable.”

Tuke's face lit up with a red-hot blush at Chaser’s reply. The two lovebirds leaned in and their beaks met in a warm, tender kiss. Their slick tongues danced in tandem as they invaded each other’s mouths. Chaser’s hands gilded down the surface of the cockatiel’s back towards his plump ass and gave it a firm grope. The blue jay’s cock thickened as he imagined sliding inside that bubble butt, tenting the fabric of his shorts. Tuke gave a muffled moan, beak still locked with his partners, as he felt the now erect manhood of his boyfriend poking his own flaccid cock. Before the two became lost in their own little world of love, Tuke disengaged from the kiss and took a step back, placing a gentle hand on Chaser’s chest.

“Let’s not get distracted now~ We’ll save that for the hotel~” Although disappointed, the blue jay nodded in agreement before they joined hands and continued down the deserted path. As they walked, their fingers interlocked and although the lusty moment was past them, Chaser couldn’t shake off his horniness and it stuck to him like an itch he couldn't scratch. Chaser looked down as he walked, trying to keep his mind from racing with lewd thoughts.

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Further along the desolate trail, the trees and foliage around both sides of the path had been growing gradually denser for some time now, transitioning to the point where they had stepped into a sparse forest. Although the trees of this woodland offered a fair degree of shade, the duo had yet to find a campsite or anything of the sort, and Chaser was growing incredibly tired of walking. As his boots trekked the now-dirt path, Chaser’s legs ached, and his calves, though muscular, were screaming from the constant work.

Chaser wiped sweat from his forehead as they rounded a bend in the trail. He was about ready to give up and turn around when he noticed something peculiar in the distance. Several yards down the path, a stone structure could barely be seen through the trees.

“Hey, check it out!” Chaser chirped. “Civilization!”

“Wait, we’ve been walking away from the resort this whole time,” Tuke replied.

“Maybe they’ve got some facilities out here for wildlife study or whatever.”

Tuke shrugged and reluctantly followed his boyfriend as they began walking slowly towards the building. Both of them were keeping their eyes peeled for any signs of life as this was the first man-made building that they had seen in hours. A sudden chill shot down Chaser’s spine despite the heat. As they approached, he noticed the overgrown flora around the building. It was definitely older than he had originally thought at first glance, and upon closer inspection, it looked abandoned.

“Is it even safe to go in there?” Tuke said with uneasiness in his voice.

Chaser gulped hard, his blood running cold as he inwardly debated what to do. He felt too concerned to keep going, yet too tired to turn back and head for the hotel. It felt like he was about to collapse from overexertion. The blue jay took a long drink from the water bottle at his hip. He definitely didn’t want to spend another two hours hiking in this heat.

“Let’s hope so,” Chaser murmured as he took another step. Tuke followed, their hands gripping tighter to each other as their hearts raced. More of the structure came into view as they approached. The building was ruined. A small, conical tower whose roof had half-collapsed was covered in invading foliage. The tower was connected to a wall made of the same, sandstone-colored brick that circled a courtyard of sorts. Setting foot on top of a pile of fallen stones, Chaser looked out towards the inside of the walled area, most of which had fallen to the grip of Mother Nature; trees and shrubbery invaded and occupied the land, leaving much of this amazing discovery hidden from view.

Chaser almost fell into a shallow trench that was filled with lichen-covered stone bricks once he started to scale his way down from the crumbled section of the wall. Scanning the trench, it seemed to be one of many that started at the center of the courtyard and sloped down to what likely would have been an entrance to an area underground. The trenches did not go far as they had been blocked up by hundreds of stone bricks, most of which looked like they came from the fallen walls around the area. Judging by the distance between the trenches and the walls, the blockage had to have been deliberate. Taking a leap and crossing the trench into the courtyard, Chaser landed on polished slabs that made up the one visible square section of the complex.

Looking down, Chaser noticed faded indentations that had decorated the entirety of the slab’s surface. Kicking off some of the moss to get a clearer view, the imprints were scratched and faded by time and erosion, but the blue jay could make out a myriad of people kneeling and holding offerings in their hands for some sort of ceremonial practice. Chaser looked in the direction that the stone figures indicated with their offerings and saw a pedestal half-covered by shrubbery in the center of the courtyard. Two disembodied legs sat atop it, likely the remnants of a grand statue to whatever had once been worshipped here.

“Babe, this place is really creeping me out! Let’s just go back!” Tuke squawked from the ruined wall.

Chaser walked toward the pedestal, too engrossed in his discovery to hear. Words had been carved into the base of the pedestal, but someone had hastily scratched them out. Chaser could only wonder why such an ancient relic was treated this way; he was certain that this place of worship in pristine condition would have been a magnificent sight to behold. The blue jay turned around to see that Tuke had leapt over the trench to join him inside the decayed courtyard.

“Look at this! It’s no campsite, but it will certainly do.” The blue jay said, his voice echoing across the woodland. Tuke dusted himself off and stumbled, seemingly in awe at the unusual structures, though his face was a mask of worry.

“Didn’t you hear me? This place is probably sacred, and besides, it’s really creepy.” Tuke spoke quietly, keeping his voice down in case there was anyone else lurking around. Concern was obvious in his voice.

“Oh, come on. It’s only going to be for a few minutes. Besides, this place isn’t fenced up or anything, no signs or warnings. I think we’re the first people to come across this place in years.” Chaser responded as he took his mobile phone from his pocket to snap a few photos. “Let’s look around for somewhere to sit, maybe document this find for posterity while we’re at it.”

Tuke gave a quick, though reluctant, nod and walked towards another tower, peering into the darkened, arched doorway. Chaser positioned himself directly in front of the toppled statue’s remains and snapped a couple of photos. He walked up to the inscription on the pedestal and took a picture of that, too. Lowering his phone, Chaser jumped as he swore he could see something staring back at him from within the foliage behind the statue. He gently pushed the shrubbery of the bushes away and revealed another blocked entrance covered with collapsed rubble. Within the pile of stone, part of a face looked back at the spooked bird. He stood motionless as he stared back, although it was impossible to tell who or what the statue depicted, the hunger in those eyes told him everything about who they were; someone who demanded respect and devotion, but for what?

He gulped hard before shaking himself from thought and pulling his attention away from the wrecked figure. It felt like it had stared into his soul, and a part of his mind was itching to dig the head of the statue out to see its full image. He pushed his curiosity aside; he and Tuke weren’t archaeologists. They were just tourists on vacation. Chaser continued looking around and saw Tuke taking a few pictures of his own. Turning and walking deeper into the courtyard, Chaser found a narrow staircase leading down against an intact wall free of intrusive flora. He cautiously tiptoed down into a lower section of the courtyard, and he hoped he wouldn’t run into any hungry predators. A path at the bottom of the short stairs wound around the greenery of the complex, and Chaser was now walking on undecorated slabs towards a small square pavilion. He imagined it would have been a gorgeous, flowering garden in the past.

The pavilion had smooth stone pillars with the same scratched-off words and little else to decorate it. It was badly damaged and covered with fallen trees, vines, and other thick layers of vegetation. Along the central pillar, a bench made of slabs curved around the pillar’s frame; despite the seat being covered in a thick layer of moss, Chaser couldn’t help but sit down and rest his weary legs. He took a long sigh of relief as he massaged his thighs and calves; he hadn’t had the opportunity to sit down on something since their brief stop to check into their hotel room after the long drive. He leaned back as he took a few deep breaths. The shaded pavilion was a great respite from the unforgiving sun, and the greenery around seemed to add freshness to the air he breathed. As he sat, he thought to himself how such a place could go undiscovered for such a long time. It felt strange being here. The pair of avians hadn’t seen any animals in the area. At the very least, he would have thought that small birds or mammals would be scurrying or flying around.

“Chaser!?” Tuke yelled from the courtyard above, forcing Chaser back to his feet.

“I’m over here; I’ll come to you!” The blue jay yelled in response, grabbing his backpack, ready to walk back the way he came. Once Chaser started walking across the pavilion, the brick below him suddenly gave way.

“Oh, shit!” Chaser wailed; he tried to jump, but his feet were no longer on solid ground. Gravity pulled him down into the dark underground, and Chaser’s stomach leapt into his throat for a moment before he landed hard on stone. The blue jay screamed in shock and pain once he landed on his side; pain shot up his spine from his left ankle and radiated from his shoulders. Feeling his ankle, the pain stabbed, and he could feel a slight dislocation where the ligaments had been damaged. Looking up, Chaser saw Tuke looking down the hole in the floor, and he audibly gasped at the sight.

“No! Chaser! No, no, no! Can you stand up? Try to climb up something and reach for my hand!” The anguishing avian rolled his body over and tried to push his body up off the floor and ease his injured leg as he stood, trying to keep pressure off of it. It felt like somebody was bashing his ankle with a hammer, but he was barely able to stay on his other foot. Chaser saw that he had fallen through the center of the ceiling with no climbable surface against it to get back out. In the dim light from above, he saw carved tunnels set into the walls, and he assumed they must be connected with the collapsed trenches outside. Behind him was a wider, arched passage that stretched downward into the blackness beyond the range of his vision. The room lacked any furniture or large objects to help boost the blue jay’s height, and jumping was impossible in the state he was in. The rubble that fell with him wasn’t enough to climb upward either.

“Alright, I’m gonna drop down there, okay?” Tuke hurriedly stammered as he lifted himself from the floor. Chaser, bracing the unbearable pain he was enduring, shouted back up to Tuke.

“No! You stay up there! I don’t want you getting trapped in here with me! Remember that walkie-talkie I gave you in case we got lost? Fetch that from your pack.” Chaser responded through pauses; even the lightest amount of pressure on his ankle made him wince. Slowly setting down the backpack, Chaser grabbed the two-way walkie-talkie, which was fortunately undamaged by the fall. Setting the radio on and extending the antenna, Chaser glanced towards Tuke and gave it a quick test, receiving audio from both ends.

“Okay, dear, I need you to look around outside and either find another way out of here or get something that I can climb up on and escape. I’ll look around down here too, that will increase our chances.”

Tuke didn’t know what to say; the thought of leaving Chaser by himself whilst injured was a nightmare he could not deal with. Closing his eyes tightly, the cockatiel could feel tears forming and streaming down his face as a lump was stuck in his throat.

“I-I’m not leaving you down there on your own!”

“I’ll be okay, I promise! I have my compass and cell phone. Besides, it won’t do any good if we’re both trapped down here. I- I love you.” The blue jay said as he too started to tear up. His body shook, and his voice trembled as a cloud of fear stirred within his mind.

Tuke gulped hard and sat up from the ledge, moving away from it. “Love you t-too…” Tuke responded through his tears as he begrudgingly stood up and left the hole with hurried footsteps.

Chaser’s heart thudded hard in his chest, and he was struggling to keep it together. Finding his phone on the dingy room’s tiled floor, the blue jay picked it up. Although there were some cracks on the screen, Chaser could still use it and turned on the phone’s flashlight function. The bright beam lit up the room, and Chaser checked his surroundings once more. Rotted, burnt tapestries hung from some of the stone pillars supporting the ceiling, and soot marks marred the walls. Taking his shirt off, Chaser allowed his sweaty plumage to breathe. He tied the garment around his beak to make an improvised dust mask. With no other route in sight, Chaser limped towards the larger arched hallway leading down into the dark ruins.

As he left the light from the hole in the ceiling, each step became a chore, and the blue jay made sure to walk very slowly so as not to stumble over anything hidden in the darkness at his feet. He continuously looked down and shone his light at the floor despite his temptation to gaze at the ancient and intricate stonework around him. When he reached the archway, he paused to sate his curiosity and lifted his flashlight to illuminate the walls. Down the empty corridor, Chaser noticed wide carvings on each side stretching across its surface. They depicted several impressively burly and muscular tribesmen of different species sitting at a table and holding up chalices, toasting to a grand feast. The carving had been badly damaged, but Chaser could make out all of the people on it, except for the figure sitting in the middle, with his entire body, save for one muscular arm, being removed from the composition. It reminded Chaser of the last supper, though the subject was very different, the mural had some strong similarities to the painting.

As the avian walked out of the corridor and into another room, the air around him grew warmer, and he involuntarily coughed as the sudden humidity invaded his lungs. The smell of sweat was already hitting Chaser’s nostrils, but a much more pungent smell was making itself present, a smell that enticed the blue jay and was borderline intoxicating. The masculine scent was purer than any other musky odor that he smelled in his life, and it made his rational mind pause for a moment, revigorating that lusty haze he had felt earlier with Tuke. Chaser’s manhood perked up again and thickened in his shorts. Was he dreaming? There was no way he could be smelling this; was it some form of hallucination, perhaps? Chaser swung his light around the room to find the source of this smell, but only found a few statues that had been defaced like the one outside, save one.

It was surprisingly almost completely intact, except for some chips of marble lost on the arms and face. Shining his torch at its face for a better look, this marble sculpture was of a hunky and strikingly handsome elephant, complete with beautifully chiseled muscular arms and a plump, round belly. The blue jay’s eyes widened, and his horny mind raced. It was the kind of body he absolutely adored, and the significant detail on the statue made it even more stunning to look at; even every vein was chiseled. He reached up, placing a hand on the elephant’s stomach, and was surprised to feel that the marble felt almost like skin and eerily realistic, as if that very elephant was standing before him. Chaser’s cock throbbed hard and let out a glob of precum against his underwear as he caressed the statue’s body, the musky air invaded his nostrils as he became lost to infatuation. The blue jay unzipped his shorts and let his shaft out into the humid air, giving it a few firm jerks as he continued to worship this divine bod-

“Chaser! Come in, Chaser!” Tuke called over the walkie-talkie, forcing Chaser from his worshipful reverie. His heart raced as he frantically put his cock back in his pants like a teenager whose parents had just walked in. He retrieved the radio from his pocket and replied.

“Tuke, I’m here! Did you find anything?” He hurriedly spoke, hoping for some good news.

“I’ve found my way around the trees. There’s a door at the back of whatever this place is, but it’s up one floor. I’m gonna try to climb up to it. See if there’s any way to go North from where you are and up a few floors,” the cockatiel replied, which lit up the blue jay’s face and erased some of his fears; he just couldn’t wait to be back with his boyfriend.

“Thanks, love. I’m not far into this place, but I’ll try to find some stairs or something.”

Putting the radio away, he moved away from the statue as he shook his head and tried to ignore the musky scent in his nose. He limped further down the halls of the temple, stepping over the debris of a smashed wooden door to continue. Upon making some distance between him and the statue room, the smell left his nose, and he could think once again. He entered a larger room with an array of tables and benches lined up, most of which had been toppled over. From the smashed plates and the goblets stained with rust, this was clearly made to be a dining area with the tables arranged in a mess hall fashion. Chaser shined his light on one of the tables and found some intricately carved rhino heads on each corner, the eyes that they sported looked like the broken visage he had found outside. Moving away and towards one of the many doorways that led deeper down, a crunching sound echoed through the chamber from one of his steps. He froze, carefully lifting his foot to see the shards of a ceramic plate underneath. A chill ran down his spine as the light also illuminated scattered bones on the floor nearby.

Chaser gulped and quickly moved down the hallway away from the remains, hoping they were from an animal instead of a dead body. Along the hall, Chaser found more marble statues inside alcoves, all of which had been defaced and pushed over, forcing him to clamber over them to progress. His heartbeat began to rise again as that familiar scent crossed his path, only stronger than last time, making him place a hand against his beak so that it wouldn’t overwhelm him.

A set of stairs appeared out of the darkness ahead, and Chaser grimaced when he saw that they only led down. The rock was crumbling from age, but the blue jay had no other paths to take. He descended the first few steps and then his injured foot slipped, forcing him to step down hard onto the following step.

Agony!

White hot pain surged up his leg, forcing a guttural yelp from Chaser’s beak. He sat down on the stairs and clutched his ankle, waiting for the shockwaves of pain to subside. It took a while, but eventually he was able to stand once more and make his way down the stairs. The hall split into five others at the bottom, and Chaser pulled his compass from his pocket and continued North. The hallways now had smaller rooms lining them with a single bench inside each. Peering in to investigate, the walls of one room had been decorated with motifs of rhino heads with a scripture in the middle of the wall which the avian could not translate.

Continuing down the hallway, the musky odor grew more intense, and it became very difficult to think clearly. He passed more of the same small rooms and had no idea why there needed to be so many. Chaser’s heart raced in his chest, cock throbbing in his shorts as his walk turned to a half-jog. He kept turning down more corridors with no exit in sight. Up another flight of stairs, two lefts, a right; the place felt like a labyrinth. His mind filled with despair as he desperately searched for a way out. Charging down one hallway led to a large, arched set of wooden double doors that had been barricaded from his side; was this the door that Tuke was talking about? Frantically lifting the wooden bar from the door, he forcefully tugged at the door handles both ways, only for them to not give a single inch. Using the weight of his body, he barged against the door, feeling the wood start to give as his upper arm slammed into the material. His muscles ached, but with another clash, the blue jay flew through the door as the decaying wood smashed into pieces.

Grunting, he wiped the splintered wood away from his arms and lifted his phone to illuminate the new room. Inside, the walls stretched high above his head. Pillars featuring a rhino with a much larger body than the elephant from before were holding up the ceiling with a grand, round, stone table in the middle of the room. Chaser lifted himself off the floor and approached the table to investigate. An unlit, cobweb-filled chandelier rested above the table, and once Chaser got up close to the table’s surface, he found engravings of that familiar crowd of tribesmen on their knees and worshiping the deity in the center, who this time was visible. A front-facing view of the rhino was carved on the center of the table, those piercing eyes gazing into the blue jay’s own whenever he looked at them. Chaser leaned on the table to rest his leg and to try and understand the symbolism around him. Several circular stone stools sat around the table, and a throne faced the door he came from on the far side; it was in the same arrangement as the mural he had found earlier.

The throne itself was beautifully crafted with ornate carvings along the sides. Rhino heads had been chiseled on both the top and the ends of the armrests of the throne. Each of the eyes was fitted with an orange crystal that shimmered in the beam of Chaser’s flashlight, but it seemed as if they were dimly glowing on their own. Fatigue assaulted Chaser’s mind, and he reeled, barely making it to the throne before his legs gave out. He panted in the humid air as he lifted his leg up, removing his boot to rest his wound. The skin around the injury had turned blue and throbbed with nightmarish agony at the slightest touch. He grimaced through the pain as he lifted the leg up onto the table to elevate it. Chaser sat there exhausted; maybe he should have stayed put in that first room and waited for Tuke to bring back help. The blue jay’s mind clouded with unshakable weariness, and he sighed on the throne. He would just rest here. Tuke would definitely call him soon with good news.

Leaning his head back, he took a few deep breaths of the humid air. The way it tickled his senses was pleasant, and the pain in his ankle seemed to slowly ease the more deep breaths he took. The room was suddenly stifling, and beads of sweat formed on Chaser’s brow. The blue jay wiped his forehead and then gasped when he felt something slimy against his waist. He looked down and saw a grey, goopy hand grasping his hips. Chaser frantically pulled the radio out of his other pocket to call for help, but another hand slapped it out of his grip. The radio clattered to the floor next to Chaser’s foot. Gripped by terror, he tried to leap from the throne, but the hands held him fast with unbelievable strength against the cool stone. Trembling with fear, Chaser was about to scream, but a harsh, baritone voice whispered in his ear, sending a silencing chill down his spine.

“Be not afraid. Hush, my beautiful bird, hush,” the voice hissed, and Chaser could almost feel the non-existent breath against his ear. The blue jay’s heart pounded in his chest, but the last thing he wanted to do was anger this… thing. Chaser sat still and darted his eyes to the hands that were now caressing his frame. He tried to figure out where the hands were coming from, but he only saw trails of grey goo leading back behind the throne. The goopy mitts explored Chaser’s details, the left hand pulling his shorts down to let his pulsing cock out and the right playfully tugging a nipple ring, forcing a soft moan from the avian.

“Wh-what do you want?” Chaser stuttered and stammered, provoking a hoarse chuckle from the voice that covered the blue jay in goosebumps.

“The real question is: what do you want? Since you entered my temple, I could sense your curious mind from here. You have been admiring what I have built, even in its ruined condition. I appreciate that. You demonstrated several hungers as you walked my halls. Curiosity: a hunger for knowledge; Fatigue: a hunger for rest; and…” Chaser shuddered as the left hand of the creature teased his cockhead with a stray finger, drawing circles around the tip and making him buck his hips in pleasure. The voice continued: “...of course, Lust: a hunger for pleasure.”

Chaser was about to say something in retaliation, but he couldn’t deny the creature’s words. The shape of the sculpted and carved bodies he had seen was magnificent. Bulging, pumped muscles; a wide, hunky stomach; a superiorly masculine frame; Chaser adored all of that. His rational mind battled within, trying to think of how he could talk his way out of this situation.

“I-I-I don’t want to be trapped here; I want to be back with my boyfriend,” Chaser said.

“I don’t wish to imprison you,” the voice scoffed. “For too long I have been kept here against my will. Starved and wasting away like a common mongrel. For millennia I have waited, and I am so very, very hungry.”

Chaser’s blood ran cold. “I p-promise, I wouldn’t taste good!” He yelped.

A dry chuckle filled the blue jay’s ears. “I desire not the taste of your flesh, foolish bird. Do you not feel it as well? The hunger of the soul! It ravages both of us! Join with me. Meld your essence with mine. Partake of my soul as I partake of yours! We will become an ouroboros of desire, and you will have the body of a king!”

Chaser swallowed, his throat suddenly dry as he tried to understand the monster’s words. He recognized ‘ouroboros,’ the mythical serpent constantly eating its own tail. From what Chaser remembered, it was usually a symbol of cycles and eternity; the idea of something constantly recreating itself. The creature’s gooey nature certainly also fit that bill, but the more intrigued Chaser became, the more his fear faded to the back of his mind. His rational mind was firing off alarm bells, but a strange curiosity took hold of his heart, ravenous and demanding. Chaser had to know what the creature meant by joining essence. He shivered in horny delight, brought out of his thoughtful reverie by the gooey hands that gently teased and rubbed his sensitive flesh.

“Will you help me get out of here if I agree?” He asked.

“Freedom is a simple wish. You will have that and so much more, beautiful bird.”

This must be a dream, Chaser thought. None of this could be real, the voice, the goo, none of it. Surely at some point, he would wake up back at the hotel, and life would go back to normal. But no, it couldn’t possibly be a dream; he was most likely going insane from isolation. None of this made any sense at all. Chaser’s heart beat like a drum, and sweat dripped down his quivering form, the heat and musk impairing his judgement and creating a whirlwind of libido in his mind.

“Chaser! Do you read me? Are you there?” Tuke called through the radio on the ground. Chaser’s eyes snapped down to it, and he struggled against the hands, trying to reach down to grab the radio. Two thick, gooey, tree trunk-like legs stepped into his vision, and he wrenched his gaze upward to see a gargantuan rhino with the same figure he had been lusting over in front of the throne. A shaft as thick as a python bounced in the air between the rhino’s legs, and the creature’s glowing, orange eyes glared down at the radio with disdain. He picked it up and held it inches from Chaser’s beak, finger poised over the button to respond.

“A test of your willingness. Tell him that you are okay, and this body you hunger for can be yours.” The figure spoke as a smile crossed his rugged face. Chaser gulped and hesitated, but he was so curious! He had to know more about this strange being.

“I’m okay, Tuke, what’s happening?” Chaser spoke quietly over the radio.

“I couldn’t get the door open, but I think I see another way through. There’s a collapsed tunnel or something that doesn’t have much debris around it. I think I might be able to clear it out enough for you to fit through.”

“I-I’ll try to get there. Thanks.” The receiver was turned off, and the rhino placed the radio back onto the floor. Chaser looked up to the imposing figure as the rhino laid a hand on his shoulder, which surprisingly felt like leather instead of goo.

“Good, good!” The rhino said.

“What... what must I do?” Chaser asked, his pulse quickening with lust as he watched the rhino’s meaty cock sway and drip precum onto the floor.

The strange being grinned. “For your freedom, a healed ankle and more, all you must do is prostrate yourself upon our dining table and I will do the rest.” This response made Chaser pause; the ravenous curiosity of the creature’s words amazed him, but his rational mind was still begging him to reconsider; to flee, to escape any way he could.

“Seems a bit too good to be true,” Chaser finally said. “What are you going to do exactly?”

Frustration crept into the rhino’s voice. “Our souls will devour one another. We will be made one, and you will be granted power beyond your wildest imagining! Now please, I am so famished…”

It was odd to hear the being suddenly beg, but Chaser was too far gone by then. He wanted that body, and he wanted that rhino. The throbbing length jutting out before him made the blue jay’s mouth water. His head swam, and the ravenous lust gripping his heart made the decision for him. Chaser slid out of his shorts and removed his last boot before crawling to the center of the table and lowering himself to all fours. His quivering asshole winked at the rhino as the figure seemed to melt and sink into the floor. Chaser, looking back in confusion, was about to stand back up, but couldn’t. Looking down at his wrists, they were covered in a thick layer of grey goo and glued to the table. Slick, gooey tendrils racing up his calves and thighs towards his plump buttocks, gripping them and spreading his backdoor wide open.

A feverish moan left the avian’s beak as the warm air of the room licked his entrance; the heady atmosphere forced him to take continuous deep breaths as the air became almost too thick to breathe in. The blue jay could sense that something was forming behind him as the skin-like goo travelled up his back, sending a horny shiver up his spine. A breath-like wave of humid air huffed against his spasming asshole before he could feel a wet, slick appendage slide up and coat it generously with gooey lubricant. A wave of pleasure washed over him and Chaser made another longing moan as his cock became stiff as a board. It dribbled precum onto the table’s surface as a few more loving licks slid over his tender hole. And then the meaty, tongue-like tendril burrowed itself inside, invading the avian’s anus inch by inch and lathering his inner walls with an incredibly viscous fluid. The tendril then pulled out, letting the hole gush out some of that coating as Chaser struggled to clench it closed.

Chaser felt as if his body was on autopilot. He was unable to control himself or say anything besides long, resounding moans. His head lowered in submission, and whatever rational thoughts were left in his mind had long since been devoured by the burning inferno of desire. It was an insatiable hunger that he couldn’t control, and he begged within his mind for more tantalizing pleasure. He squawked in alarm as he was suddenly flipped onto his back as the goo slid up his thighs and lifted one of his legs. He saw an immense, grey, cock-like tendril of goo sliding over his abs and around his lifted leg to prod at his leaking, inviting orifice. Chaser’s heart skipped a couple of beats as his moans grew louder with desperation, wanting to be impaled on the throbbing cock but the cockhead only gently pressed lightly against his hole, teasing him relentlessly. As Chaser struggled, he saw the rhino’s head slowly rise from the puddle of goo that had been slowly sliding up his torso. It lifted itself to look Chaser in the eyes with that piercing, glowing gaze.

The rhino’s head swiveled, turning away from Chaser, and the blue jay’s eyes widened as the back of the head split apart to reveal another girthy, but smaller, shaft of pulsing meat. Two orange-sized testicles hung beneath it, and it was poised directly in front of his beak. His tongue reached out to try and lick the tool until the shaft behind him gave a forceful thrust without warning, taking all the air out of the avian’s lungs. The cock stretched his tight insides wider than anything he had taken before, yet Chaser felt no pain, not even from the injury to his ankle. Everything that could bother him was replaced with pure bliss. The thick rhino shaft slid over his prostate, making his talons curl. Chaser was desperate to cum and be fucked in both ends, but a thin tendril of goo wrapped around the base of his manhood and tightened its grip, forcing his surging cock flaccid. Despite the fact that he wasn’t going to be cumming anytime soon, an explosion of pleasure erupted within his body. The cock in front of his face inched closer and Chaser could almost lick it. A bit of the goo oozed from its tip and pooled onto the surface of his tongue, the powerfully masculine taste making him swoon with lust. The shaft pulled back slightly, swinging teasingly just out of his reach.

“The time has come,” The voice whispered. “Give yourself over willingly and let us both finally be sated!”

Chaser summoned all of his remaining willpower to reply. “I give myself to you freely, my lord~” The blue jay opened his beak wide for his new god, tongue drooling as he did so. In a matter of seconds, the head of the rhino smothered Chaser’s face and wrapped itself around his own, driving the dangling cock into the blue jay’s mouth and down his throat.

“Yes, feast! Good bird~” The voice chuckled as both cocks bottomed out inside Chaser’s throat and ass. They alternated thrusts, pummelling his tender insides and sending his mind reeling. Chaser’s eyes rolled up in his head as he was filled with the purest pleasure he had ever felt. The firm, twenty-inch length in his ass smacked with a loud clap each time the unbelievably thick base stretched his entrance and the other twelve-inch cock down his throat thrust in tandem. Chaser was momentarily surprised that he could still breathe around it, but the waves of bliss quickly washed that thought from his mind. Tendrils circled around the blue jay’s swaying cock and invaded his urethra, giving the avian a sharp, tantalizing jolt of pleasure as the goo around his shaft moulded to look exactly like the rhino’s. His moans were muffled by the battering ram cock skewering his throat and the sweet taste of masculinity coated his tongue as the tip leaked. Chaser’s body swayed in time with the alternate thrusts, his vision blurred, and the grey goo enveloped him completely. Heat filled his muscles, and they bunched, filling out into the muscular, burly body that the blue jay had always desired. His hands were free from the stone, and Chaser lifted one to feel his own chest, moaning aloud as he felt the thicker muscles and tugged his own pierced nipple.

“Partake of my soul, Chaser! Let us feast as one!” The voice roared as Chaser looked down at his exquisite form past the ivory horn on his new nose. He had a beautifully chiseled gray chest and a fat stomach, along with the massive, twitching rhino pole between his legs. The phantom thrusts inside him became much faster, and Chaser could hear the deity moan from within his mind. With one last wrecking ball thrust into his guts and gullet, intense warmth rushed inside him, demonic essence pooling in his belly as it swelled with the weight of infernal cum. The jizz sloshed within him and an incredible sense of euphoria washed over his mind, making Chaser almost pass out from bliss. Chaser convulsed as the eruption of cum seemed to fill every part of his being. The blue jay’s vision began to blur and faded into darkness, though Chaser remained conscious.

His ears popped, and his vision quickly came back as he was greeted with numerous others sitting at the table, with the room’s chandelier now lit up. They had just finished a considerable meal with empty plates splattered with food remnants scattered about the table. Chaser looked down to see his new rhino body and sat up as the tribesmen lifted goblets full of wine in a silent toast. Then they each climbed onto the table to crawl towards him. Chaser recognized the faces from the mural he had seen on his way here. Before Chaser could collect his wits, a jackal tribesman gripped his rhino buttocks and spread them apart, lowering his head to eagerly lick Chaser’s exposed asshole. His body thrummed with pleasure again and his legs twitched until an elephant, the same elephant featured on the statue that he had been caressing earlier, took hold of his legs and positioned his ass over Chaser’s throbbing erection.

“Welcome, my Lord. My offering to you,” he said as he lowered his body onto the girthy shaft, impressively taking all of the length into his velvety hole. The elephant reached the base and started to bounce on Chaser’s cock in a slow undulation, forcing another moan from Chaser’s lips. All of the tribesmen began to join in, a shark and bear joining the jackal to lick the rhino’s quivering orifice, which was now dripping wet with saliva. A hippopotamus and tiger began to caress Chaser’s pecs as they drank their wine, their fingers dancing on the leathery surface and occasionally tugging at his gold nipple rings. The duo then lowered their heads to lick Chaser’s bulging muscles as the hippo suckled on one of Chaser’s nipples. The rhino’s attention was diverted to a desperate looking hyena that looked like he hadn’t cum in years. The hyena fell on all fours, shuddering as he crawled to position his cock above Chaser’s face.

“Please, my Lord! Accept my offering!” He whined before lowering his rod down into Chaser’s mouth. Chaser happily wrapped his rhino tongue around it as it thickened with lust. The room became a sauna of debaucherous sex. The tribesmen who couldn’t pleasure their rhino deity directly were busy tending to the needs of the others. Soon, Chaser became surrounded by bodies, and he just couldn’t hold on anymore; it only took a few more seconds for Chaser to release his load into the hunky elephant’s ass. A moment later, a fountain of hyena cum filled his throat and pumped directly into his stomach. His orgasm lasted for what seemed like eons as the ancient tribesman writhed around him, all eager to get some of the potent, infernal, rhino cum for themselves. Bliss fired through every nerve of his body as his climax seemed to go on and on, until eventually, the rhino passed out on the table.

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Chaser regained consciousness and sat up on the table. He was back in the deserted, ruined room. The rhino’s goo had disappeared, and Chaser’s blue feathers had returned. He checked his ankle and found it completely healed. Upon sitting up, Chaser immediately noticed his new muscles. His arms were twice the size they had been, and his stomach, plump and round. His cock continued to throb and Chaser grabbed the now thick and heavy tool, giving it an experimental squeeze. His magnificent new form made him smile, and he stood up only for something to fall from his face and onto the tabletop. An ornate, bronze mask shaped like the rhino’s face and decorated with polished motifs of worshiping tribesmen stared back up at him. He walked off the table and sat on his throne, admiring the mask as he placed it back on his face. The blue jay propped his left leg up onto the armrest and toyed with his much larger length, as if he were waiting for someone to worship his divine body.

“Chaser! Chaser! I’ve found an exit! Come in!” Tuke's tinny voice yelled over the receiver of the radio, snapping Chaser out of his haze. He rushed to pick it up, leaving the mask on the seat of the throne.

“Tuke, I’m here. Where’s the exit?” He said, his voice sounding noticeably deeper from his modified frame.

“That tunnel I was talking about, I’ve been removing the rubble, and I think there is a hole large enough for you to fit through. But the tunnel might collapse if I keep on clearing.” Tuke frantically spoke. As he listened, Chaser realized that he could hear Tuke’s voice echoing from somewhere in the temple. He collected his backpack from the floor and stuffed the mask inside. It would make a good conversation piece.

“I hear you, Tuke; I’ll head to you!” Chaser said into the radio as he put away his clothes; there was no way they were going to fit him anymore. He picked up his mobile phone and jogged through a doorway at the back of the throne room. He called for Tuke, and a quick reply from the cockatiel reached his ears. Chaser ran down a couple of corridors to see a mass of rubble blocking his path. A thin shaft of light illuminated the plain, stone walls, and Chaser saw Tuke peering through the hole. But it was way too small for his new form.

“Up here, Chaser! I’ll try and pull you out!” Yelled Tuke as he put his hand through the opening.

“No need, just stand back!” The blue jay responded as he climbed his way up the pile of stone. He used his newfound strength to pry the rubble apart with ease. He grabbed a wooden beam and pushed it out of his way, but the ceiling began to crumble, and a stone brick crashed against Chaser’s back. He shrugged the harmless stone from his shoulders and scrambled through the collapsing opening. He scooped Tuke up in his arms as the tunnel crashed down around them, and Tuke squawked as rubble rained down from above. Chaser calmly turned his shoulder to protect his boyfriend from the falling debris and pushed through it, leaping out of the ruins as the ceiling completely caved in. They both tumbled down to the courtyard outside. Tuke landed on the soft grass and Chaser’s massive body landed on Tuke, knocking the air from his lungs. Chaser couldn’t help but hug and kiss Tuke in the warm sun as Tuke regained his breath. The cockatiel ran a hand over Chaser’s new body and sputtered as he more closely inspected his boyfriend’s gains.

“Chaser! What the hell happened to you!?” Tuke asked. A smirk crossed the blue jay’s face before a loud laugh erupted from his lungs.

“Hey, are you complaining~?” Chaser said in a seductive tone. Tuke sheepishly shook his head as his cheeks flushed. He ran his fingers over one of Chaser’s biceps, the taut muscle flexing under his touch.

“You, um… You look really good like this,” Tuke said. “N-not that you didn’t look good before, I mean!”

Chaser silenced his boyfriend with another kiss, pressing his beak to Tuke’s and sliding his tongue into the cockatiel’s mouth. Tuke moaned, squeezing Chaser’s muscles and wrestling with his tongue, lust quickly replacing any concern he had for his boyfriend’s altered physique. There was something in the air around them. Tuke couldn’t place it, but a musky smell wafted into his nostrils and set his mind buzzing with heady desire. He lifted his hips, grinding his growing bulge against Chaser’s already throbbing shaft. Tuke was overcome with desire, a burning need to be smothered by his boyfriend’s new body and to feel that girthy shaft throbbing deep inside of him. Chaser broke the kiss, leaving Tuke panting in a lusty haze. The blue jay smiled kindly down at his boyfriend, gently grinding his hips down into the smaller bird’s crotch.

“I can sense your hunger for me, dear,” Chaser said in a low growl. “It can be sated if you wish.”

Tuke was nodding enthusiastically before the sentence left Chaser’s mouth.

“P-please! I need you, hun,” Tuke moaned.

The blue jay lifted himself from Tuke’s body and slipped his fingers under the waistband of the cockatiel’s shorts. He easily tore them from Tuke’s body, drawing a gasp from his boyfriend’s beak as his steel-hard erection sprang free into the quickly warming air around them. The masculine scent Tuke had smelled before was thicker now, seeming to emanate from Chaser’s sweating body. The cockatiel licked his lips as he leaned up to taste his boyfriend’s new musk: earthy, delicious, intoxicating. Chaser moved lower over him, lifting Tuke’s legs and pressing his beak to the cockatiel’s hole. A thick tongue, slick with gooey saliva, slid inside of him, and Tuke threw his head back from the electric bliss that arced up his spine like lightning. He groaned, chest heaving with slutty breaths as Chaser’s tongue spread his entrance open. The tip flicked Tuke’s prostate and his cock jumped, spurting precum onto his belly in response. Chaser smiled as he watched his boyfriend react to the new sensations brought on by his demonic influence. His tongue gained several more inches, and he shoved it deeper.

Tuke gasped, eyes rolling up as the gooey intrusion pushed past his second sphincter with almost no effort. His head swam, desire filled his heart, and he clenched his beak against the onslaught of pleasure. The cockatiel gazed down at his quivering body, eyes widening as Chaser’s tongue shoved deeper and bulged Tuke’s belly with its depth. Tuke put a hand on the mound in his abs, squeezing it gently as his guts were steadily filled with more goopy tongue.

“F-fuck… me,” he whispered, breath leaving his beak in ragged huffs. It was a miracle that he hadn’t cum yet. The steady sexual stimulation from within drove his horny mind wild and he pushed his ass back toward his boyfriend’s face, trying to get more of that thick tongue inside. But Chaser pulled back instead, making Tuke whimper in dismay as the girthy appendage slid free and returned his abs to their normal state.

“Oh, hush, dear,” Chaser said. “You’ll get your stuffing.” He held one of Tuke’s ankles in a heavy fist, the other gripping and stroking his massive cock as he lightly tapped it against Tuke’s thigh.

Precum oozed from the tip, dribbling onto Tuke’s feathers as Chaser slid his cock against his boyfriend’s belly. The tip reached Tuke’s pecs when Chaser’s heavy nuts pressed against his crotch, and the cockatiel gulped with the realization that all of that thick meat was going to be buried inside of him.

But he needed it!

Tuke gripped the shaft, leaning forward as he squeezed a generous dollop of precum onto his tongue. Divine ambrosia filled his mouth, an explosion of musky flavor that set all of his nerves alight with hungry lust.

“Please,” Tuke groaned. “I need it!”

That was all Chaser needed to hear. He pulled back and gripped both of Tuke’s ankles, lining up his meaty dick with his boyfriend’s quivering anus. The tip pried Tuke open, and both moaned in unison as their carnal coupling began. Chaser’s infernal shaft easily spread Tuke’s asshole wide thanks to the lubricating saliva and it bludgeoned its way deep inside. Tuke kept his lusty gaze on his belly as Chaser entered him, moaning in delight when that thick tip put a large bulge in his abs. He gripped it, massaging the demonic dick through his skin. He reveled in the notion that his boyfriend was using him like a living fleshlight. Several more inches pushed inside, enlarging the bulge until Chaser’s balls pressed tightly to the underside of Tuke’s tail feathers.

The cockatiel saw stars. His eyes rolled up, and he couldn’t stop the breathy moan that erupted from his squashed lungs once Chaser hilted. He shuddered, cock jumping against the mound in his abs as his prostate was battered into submission by the gargantuan cock within him. And then, Chaser began to thrust. The blue jay’s powerful hips pulled back and slammed forward, punching into Tuke’s guts with each firm push. Chaser shuddered from the tightness of his boyfriend’s ass around his new girth, the cockatiel’s silken anal walls clenching and milking his length. Chaser leaned down and licked Tuke’s chest, the bulge his cock put in the cockatiel’s belly bumping into his own gut as he ran his tongue over Tuke’s nipples.

“Cha-Chaser, I’m gonna cum,” Tuke huffed, his muscles tensing up around the throbbing rod that was rearranging his guts.

Chaser’s thrusts never slowed. Instead, he locked beaks with his lover and increased his pace, hammering his length into Tuke’s lungs. The cockatiel’s eyes crossed as mind-numbing bliss erupted through his core, cum firing over the bulge in his belly as the blue jay above pounded his prostate with each heavy thrust. Chaser’s cock thickened inside his boyfriend, the heavy nuts below drawing up tight to the base as the cockatiel’s asshole spasmed frantically around his length. Chaser hilted, balls pumping, and intense heat bloomed deep in Tuke’s gut. He whimpered in the throes of orgasm as his belly bloated with Chaser’s heavy spurts of infernal seed. Chaser grunted and growled through the kiss as he climaxed, his gooey tongue pushing down Tuke’s throat possessively as his hips hunched with each powerful jet of demonic semen launched from his dick.

Tuke’s eyes glazed, the blurred image of his blue boyfriend becoming grey and distinctly rhinoceros-like before his vision blacked out. He was floating, riding a wave of ecstasy until his eyes opened a few moments later and he saw an orgy of sex all around him. Chaser’s rhino form lay on a stone table in front of an intricately carved throne and being fed cum from both ends by eager natives of many species. Around the table were pillars carved in the rhino’s image, and beyond them, a swirling hurricane of energy that threatened to engulf those within. Tuke couldn’t move, surprised as he was. He became aware of his own cock jumping in anticipation between his legs and he looked down, relieved that he was still his cockatiel self.

“Welcome, brother,” the hyena who had just finished nutting down Chaser’s throat exclaimed as he dismounted the huffing, panting rhino’s face. He stepped off the table, clapping a warm hand on Tuke’s shoulder. The torrent outside of the columns howled, pulling at Tuke like heavy wind.

“Wh-where am I?” Tuke asked.

“The eternal feast,” the hyena replied, gripping and stroking Tuke’s length without asking. A bead of precum dropped to the stone table’s surface in front of him as the hyena continued. “Give yourself to our Lord lest your soul be devoured.”

The rhino on the table gazed at Tuke with obvious hunger in his glowing, orange eyes.

“Ch-Chaser would never harm me,” Tuke said.

“Our lord has no choice,” The hyena said as he kissed Tuke's neck and squeezed his ass with his other hand. “His purpose is to devour, and our purpose is to sate him with a portion of our souls.”

Tuke still hesitated, but he could feel his sense of self starting to unravel toward the whirlwind outside of the pillars. It was as if his individuality was being sucked away by the energy and only focusing on the sex before him was keeping him grounded.

The hyena leaned on his shoulder, huffing softly in his ear and Tuke could smell his delicious, tantalizing post-sex musk: like cinnamon with a light hint of cum. The hyena whispered once more: “If survival doesn’t persuade you, know that an offering will be rewarded with great power.”

Tuke gulped and nodded. He allowed the hyena to guide him forward, climbing up onto the table and positioning himself above the rhino’s hungry maw. The hyena behind him worked Tuke’s hole open with his fingers as the cockatiel’s dick lowered gently into the hot, wet mouth below. Tuke gasped, thrusting almost immediately as his incredibly hard length was devoured. He clenched his beak, groaning as he pumped his hips. The hyena slid inside him effortlessly, quivering dick hilting inside Tuke’s stretched asshole. The cockatiel’s rational mind was screaming at him that this shouldn’t be possible, that he was definitely dreaming, but everything felt so real, so good. He watched the other natives fucking themself on Chaser’s rhino cock and Tuke reveled in the fact that he was Chaser’s only boyfriend. Despite the offerings these other souls offered, none of them would possess Chaser’s heart as he did.

Tuke thrust harder, pounding the rhino’s lips with his shaft. The bliss radiating from his crotch enveloped his mind, a bulwark against the draining energies of this infernal place. The pleasure shielded him; allowed him to maintain his sense of self as he hammered the rhino’s delighted face with his dick. Goo slapped against his shoulder, and he glanced at it. The hyena behind him was melting, draped over his back and covering him with thick, brown goop. Tuke’s entire nervous system lit up with euphoric pleasure, and he erupted into the rhino’s maw as his new hyena form solidified around him. The howling of the energy around them filled his ears, and Tuke closed his eyes as the second climax shuddered through him. The waves of bliss washed over his hyena body, quieting the sound of the hungry storm until it had completely faded, and the soft sounds of ambient nature returned to his ears.

When he opened his eyes again, he was back on the grass of the ruined courtyard in Chaser’s arms. The blue jay was napping softly, burly chest rising and falling in relaxed sleep. Tuke looked down at himself, and his cockatiel feathers were intact, though his belly was still round from Chaser’s impressive load. A bit of brown goo absorbed into his chest, but Tuke didn’t pay it any mind. He was just glad that they were both safe after their ordeal in the ruins. He leaned into Chaser’s chest and cradled his bloated belly.

Chaser pulled Tuke closer, eyes opening to gaze at his handsome boyfriend. The blue jay huffed in satisfaction, his ravenous lust completely and truly sated…

…for now.

END