Caeruleus volunteers.
My first attempt at a story. Perhaps my last too, but I just had to write this on an impulse. Don't expect it to be well-written, but it's just about passable to me. I've certinly seen worse.
(Classified as M/Solo as the vixen plays only a supporting role)
The clinic foyer was a sparsely-furnished room, decorated in the clean white common to many medical facilities. The uniformity of walls, floor and ceiling broken only by a few posters of schedules, public health advice and by the far more saturated coloring of the single occupant. The anthro bird sat at the bench against one wall, hands nervously holding in his lap.
He looked up at the sound of the door deeper into the department opening, and the entrance of another - a vixen. She wore the uniform of the clinic staff - a tight-fitting medical cloak - and the faded red fur of one often exposed to harsh cleaning agents. She glanced to her clipboard before calling, "Caeruleus, Phoenix?"
As the phoenix-bird stood he revealed the brightness of his coloring - slightly iridescent fine red feathers covering his head, and far larger counterparts for his tailfeathers and the wings folded at his back in the manner of many anthro birds. Only the blue of his throat broke that coloring. Further details were hidden by his clothing, a blue-shirt with pants shortened to expose the thin and scaled lower parts of his legs. He nodded acknowledgement to the vixen and followed as she lead him into the adjoining room.
The vixen paused in here to inspect her clipboard once again, and to close the door. "Before we may start, I must check you have been fully informed."
Caeruleus nodded, then paused before speaking. "Of course." His beak remained dipped nervously.
Returning to the clipboard she read, "Are you aware that some of the treatments performed here incorporate magically-enhanced technology, and for these to function they must be performed using a connection to a naturally high-magic species with a healing affinity in order to form the required stable sympathetic resonance?" She looked up from her clipboard before speaking again. "That would be you. Some of our treatments work by connecting the patient to someone with a natural healing magic, like a phoenix. Then your magic is able to heal them."
Once more he nodded.
She continued her reading. "In order to achieve this sympathetic resonance without the extensive training of a magic user, it will be required to place your mind in a state of increased receptiveness. This can be done though the use of drugs, but a higher quality connection will be achieved if the functioning of your brain is as close as possible to a natural state. The preferred means to achieve this state is thus prolonged sexual stimulation. During the procedure all stimulation will be automated, and you will be viewed only by the technician responsible for your safety." Again she looked up. "I know this seems strange, but it does work."
A blush showed on the phoenix's cere, tinting it red. "I have been informed of this, yes."
The vixen smiled to him. "Need the money, then, or are you just trying to help? We do need volunteers, phoenixes are rare." Before he could answer she continued. "One final question," she took a breath before resuming her reading. "Due to the time taken to achieve a state suitable for connection, the shift time for this is four days. During this time you will be restrained, connected to the sympathetic magic hub for this hospital and monitored. Should you be in any danger, you will be immediately disconnected. To date no participant has been harmed, and the connection will affect your perception of time so you will be less aware of the duration." She looked up, expectantly.
He nodded again. "Schedule cleared, and people informed I will be unavailable for the duration."
"Good. Then that's the legal side, so we may start. If you follow me, I'll get you hooked up."
The vixen lead Caeruleus out again, and through the hospital corridors. Past the offices of the administration wing and to the elevator. As the two started down she explained, "The hub is in the top basement level, directly below the department for magic-based treatment. This will look rather intimidating, but it's perfectly safe. I've put hundreds of sources through here - we run three in parallel, replacing one each day to maintain constant redundancy. Connection is in an adjoining room." The phoenix followed, the claws of his long toes his toes clicking on the floor.
Eventually the two arrived at their destination, a door the vixen opened with her identity badge. Within was a single piece of furniture - a shaped reclining seat, every curve shaped to accept a resting bird lying back with his legs raised. Caeruleus stopped at the sight of that, suddenly growing more concerned. "Is that, ah...?"
"Yes, that's one of the hub's resonance ports. It's quite comfortable - even keeps your body maintained, so you don't need to eat or drink. No sense putting this off now. If you would remove your clothing, there are people above who are waiting for you - we're at two-thirds capacity right now."
Still blushing the phoenix nodded, and started unfastening the buttons on his shirt - first the front, then the two behind to allow his wings free. Removing the clothing exposed more of his coloring, revealing the blue of his throat to extend down over his chest and belly. Pants followed, and underwear - leaving the bird now quite exposed. Only the natural modesty of his anatomy protected him - the blue feathers extended down between his legs, and around the dip that marked a slit opening in his body there.
The vixen looked at him - and, for just a moment, her muzzle opened to smile at the sight. "Sit, please." She pointed to the chair.
The phoenix sat, laid back as seemed appropriate - the support made for his kind, even allowing his wings to extend behind him. The material felt warm and soft, and moving. A piece of living furniture. The vixen continued to speak as she took hold of his legs to adjust the positioning. "This feels a bit strange, I know, but the hub is a living organism, and this chair is a part of it." It felt alive - as the phoenix squirmed uncomfortably the material pulsed beneath him, then started to move - shaping itself to his body.
Beneath him more of the chair started to awaken, its movements slow enough that the bird was soon surprised to find himself already bound. Tentacle-like limbs grew and wrapped around him, securing his wings, his neck, arms and legs. As they tightened they pulled him into place - lying on his back on the padded support, his legs spread and lifted onto further supports to leave the slit between them exposed. The bird opened his beak to speak, but before he could do more than give a cawing noise of surprise that too was wrapped and pulled down, forcing him to look along his unclothed body.
The vixen just laughed quietly at this. "I'll be here to get out in four days. It'll seem to pass quickly." As she left the room she casually flicked the light-switch, leaving Caeruleus in the dark as smaller tentacle-like limbs wrapped around his feet to force his toes to curl and started to rub at the rest of his body, pushing beneath his feathers.
Under such attentions the phoenix squirmed, his tailfeathers twitching as he sounded muffled calls of protest and concern. The darkness was not total - as his eyes adjusted he could see a faint glow around his body, the strange living furniture showing lines of bioluminescent blue along each of the hundreds of fine binding tentacles now wrapping his body and limbs.
A greater glow soon rose to take his attention - one tentacle much larger than the rest. It rose upwards between his spread legs, flexing to face his head. For some seconds it was on display, revealing the details of its structure - a thick, muscular tube, glowing lines spiralling around it. At the end it was open, the hole there noticeably pulsing in size. Caeruleus tightened his toes at that sight and tensed his body, expectantly.
Sensing the phoenix's readiness that limb dipped down, and pressed itself hard to his slit - the warm, slightly dampened skin rubbing through his feathers and making him call again, forcing his hips down to the chair as he tried to escape the unexpectedly intimate touch. As he wriggled and gave surprised sounds the grip on him tightened and forced his hips still. Thus held he could barely do more than tremble as something grew from that tentacle now - hidden from his sight, but easily felt, a flexible and slender tongue-like shape slipped inside him. It explored delicately, stroking around in a close internal massage until it found the hidden shape of his maleness hiding.
This brought a new sensation - the anatomy of many anthro-birds, like that of dolphins, conceals the penis when not erect. Very rarely can they feel any touch there while soft. The tentacle was not stopped by this - slender enough to fit inside it coiled, wrapping his length and stroking, spreading lubrication as it flexed to knead at the flesh. Soon the bird was wriggling against the furniture, his breath shallow and fast - and his body responding to this touch, forcing him erect.
As his erection grow and emerged, the tube-tentacle seized upon it - sucking it encouragingly and squeezing. The restraining tentacles loosened now, just in time for Caeruleus to lift his hips and thrust instinctively. As more of his tapering shaft grew the tentacle's glow intensified and it started to vary the pressure, suckling now as the tongue swirled around inside him. The attentions continued until the bird's erection was full and only intensified from there - rippling tugs trying to pull at it, and the slippery inside of the tentacle making wet slurping noises as it sucked.
The hold on Caeruleus's beak forced him to look down and watch how his cock was squeezed through the semi-transparent glowing tentacle tending too it, every detail of the rippling motions clear to see and to feel from base right to his tapering tip. Each time the tentacle's grip tightened there he thrust in a reflexive response and broke his calls with a gasp - and so the living chair focused more attention here, squeezing waves up and down that especially sensitive place until the bound phoenix was trembling from the over-stimulation, hurried as fast towards climax as his body can sustain.
Scarce minutes after the tentacle-tip's first touch, already that moment is close - urged by the stimulation of it's hold, by the ever-moving wrapping hold on his body and the subtle hormonal manipulations of their secretions he cried out through the hold on his beak and arched his body forcefully as it shook with each pulse of his cock releasing another spurt to feed the demanding, milking pressure.
Even this didn't satisfy the chair - not for a moment did it let up, suckling just as hard after as before, its glow brightening for the few seconds of his peak before fading again. The tongue tightened its wrap now, coiling around his shaft just within his slit to squeeze and to force him to stay erect. Even before that first climax ended it was working towards his second, the hormonal and magical nature of it working on him to speed his body's production and shorten the time between orgasms.
From the observation gallery above the vixen looked down, watching with a look of satisfaction and listening to the calls of a bird lost in the overwhelming sensations. Her tail flicking slightly from side to side as she enjoyed the view, she checked the monitoring equipment there and lay back in her seat to relax. In the privacy of the gallery she laughed quietly to herself as the higher, louder cries of another orgasm rose from the bird below.