Moan for the Mug Shot: Chapter 1
#1 of Moan for the Mug Shot
A night owl Blue Jay stays up just in time for a robbery against him. When he tries to stop the criminal from stealing his belongings, it sprawls into a night of sodomy.
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I stared at myself in the mirror, examining my features. My crystal green eyes, blue feathers. All compiling a perfectionist Blue Jay. And just for whoever I might meet on that random chat site. What was it called? Something with an "O." Hmm...
Orza! That's what it is. Not catchy enough, not popular, for the love of it why am I trying?? At 11:30... what, 11:37? At night, even?
I should make my own chat site. But eventually it might lead to a downsprawl of sexual confusion among it's users. *4th-wall-breaking wink* And laughing out loud? My hands cramp at just the _thought _of having to spell that phrase out! *Another wink* Where do these ideas come from? Oh, here's a good one!
I took a small brush and coated it with a nearby black nail paint, the lid off and askew. With the brush evenly coated in black, I leaned closer to the mirror and lightly stroked the brush down the center of my white beak. Perfect.
I walked out of the bathroom and sighed. I realized that my laptop had been unplugged for hours now, the screen on and everything, and was definitely dead. I walked to my laptop, trying not to stumble over the lightly scattered clothes on the floor, my hands reaching towards my one valued possesion.
I loved this thing. It could fold into a tent shape, had a touch screen, latest SoFy operating system, infrared holographic keyboard, I could go on and on and on about it. This thing might have costed 674 lonnes, but money well spent. I just had to plu--
I stopped in my tracks. What was that? A noise. Downstairs? There it is again... footsteps! Who the hell...? If this is a robbery, I'm not letting them get away with this or my name isn't Talon Raye!
My hand instictively drifted to the left toward a brown nightstand. I fumbled with the drawer and pulled out my trusty Walther PPS. I adjusted the pistol in my left hand while I scoured the drawer for a full magazine.
I finally grabbed a clip. Is it full? I can't tell. It seems heavy, I guess.
The gun loaded, cocked and the safety disabled, I fled downstairs. My guess couldn't have been greater.
I don't know what to think. What to feel. Terror? Rage? ...Bloodlust? This fucking tiger is stealing my shit! Pop one in him! No-- shoot the floor!
The tiger looked up. He was in a dark jacket with a hoodie and drawstring, black sweatpants also covering his aqua and white fur. He held a bag justling with _my _valuables! ...His muscular build build, strong eyes that called out to-- For fuck's sake! I aimed at his buffed leg and pulled the trigger with all my might.
Click. Click click.
God, damn it! "Oh, shit..."
We stood in silence for a sec, then he started to run at me. Fast. His-- my-- paraphernalia of my life fell to the floor in a hazardous manner. Not a word. Just a snarl.
I didn't know what to do, but my gut tried to save the day, and it worked. I threw the empty pistol directly at his head. The gun spun several times before hitting the thief dead-on in the forehead. Suprisingly, this was enough to send him sprawling to the floor and staying there.
...Is he dead? Tell me he's not! I don't wanna be a murderer!
I panicked hard because he wouldn't get up. All I could do was stare at his body, back against the staircase, and feel nauseous. So nauseous... All around me, darkness consumed my sight until I lost feeling in my talons. Then my thighs. Then chest. I felt a small bump on my beak before I went unconscious.
1:38 AM
It took a sec, but I woke up. And the pain I was in... oh, God forbid I feel that again.
Ugh... What are... these?
I gazed down. I was nude entirely, laid back on my cushiony bed, so there's a pro. Now to the left... Tied up? Con. I got conned so hard. I tried to get up but hurt myself so badly in the process of struggle.
"Hey! Is there anyone in here?" I blurted out of gut.
"I am, bitch." Fuck. There's a familiar voice with me. Out of the shadows stepped a tiger, blue in the fur and without a piece of fabric.
Blue fur? On a tiger? And a... Dragon cock?! This guy is definitely an orgy result. No wonder he's a criminal.
The ferocious mammal lept onto the bed over me, standing on his knees. With an evil look on his face, he stepped closer without word.
"What are you going to do to me? Kill me?"
The tiger almost smirked. He loomed over me and I tried to inch back. "I'm keeping you here." He waited a second to let the tension draw out. "... Have you ever heard anyone say 'The early bird gets the worm?'" I nodded half-heartedly and with fear at the same time. "Well, you may not be early--" He stepped ever so closer to me and grabbed his dragon cock. "--but you will get a big worm. Start sucking."
"No! Let me go!" I tried to break the twist ties keeping me restrained to the bed. I pulled in, up, tried everything. Nothing. My fear only grew more intense. Then the tiger got up and off the small bed. He turned around to the nightstand where I keep my gun. His striped tail brushed against my face and I backed up more, as far as I could go. I felt a small rustle of mechanical pieces, then the tiger got back on the bed in his previous position, holding my Walther. He held the gun to my face and pulled the chamber. An unspent bullet popped out, landing to the side of me.
AAGH! NO! I DON'T WANNA DIE! IS HE GONNA KILL ME? HE MIGHT KILL ME! Please, no! I could've prevented all of this if I had just found the FULL MAGAZINE!
The tiger pushed the barrel to the side of my head. "You wanna say no now?"
Oh, my God. I have to blow to save my life.
I, being reluctant but willing, sighed with a shudder and got closer to the tiger. "Yeah. That's right, birdy." He grasped his cock again, still holding the gun to me, and stuck the tip to my beak. I opened up subjectively and suckled the studded tip. That's when I got the full picture of his length.
So... long... Is this a dragon cock or horse cock? I'm lovi-- no, hating it.
I felt myself get pulled on the bed, flat on my back and choking. The world got dark and my beak felt a... fur?
Whoa! He just... forced it all in!
"Huh. I expected you to try to cough it back up." The tiger, getting a smartass personality, grabbed the bedpost and started facefucking me fast and hard, right off the bat. I felt hear rushing from my neck to my cheeks and everywhere else... Even at my cock. It started to rise out of its pocket as the tiger slammed into my beak repeatedly with so much haste.
The amount of speed and carelessness got to him too, and his long, thick cock popped out of my throat and loomed over me, being stroked back and forth, leaking white pre on my already white beak. "Keep your beak open," the tiger snarled.
I didn't hesitate. Even with one hand keeping him up, the other bringing him ever closer to an orgasm and no hand free for a gun, I wanted this so badly. I wanted his cock in me, spewing out seed, filling every crevice. Just to feel his member's warm aura would get me on.
I don't care that this is rape, with a gun at the assaulting disposal. I want his cum. I want to taste his essence.
Aquisitive to his order, I kept my beak wide open and no sooner was he cumming like a volcano. At one point in my salty encounter, his ultimate shots were too much and seed started spilling out of my overflowing beak.I couldn't swallow, as the pressure was too much in the back of my throat to do it safely.
Why am I caring about the safety of swallowing? I'm being held at gunpoint by a rapist!
Nevertheless, the tiger grabbed my whole beak with one hand, holding it closed. "Swallow."
Now wasn't the time to care about safety anymore. I swallowed and choked at the same time. He let go of my beak and I started to cough up whatever went down the wrong path.
The tiger backed up and stepped off the bed. I sat up and tried to move closer to him. "Please? I want more~!"
He was picking up the gun when he stopped in place "Hm? Oh~ You enjoy it, do you? Being raped by a burglar?"
I didn't answer his question; I wanted to get straight to the point: "Fuck me~" I was trying to sound as desperate as I possibly could. It worked. He extended his claws and cut the zip ties off of my wrists.
"Bend over, birdie--" I had beat him to the point. My feathery ass was spread and ready, no lube needed. Mr. Ferocious had lined up for entry just as fast. As what seemed to be a mean taunt, he just stood on his knees, not penetrating me or anything. I pushed back against his tip and he took my taunt the right way. Not a fraction of a second later was friction created all throughout my needy bang hole. His giant cock was almost too much for me to handle, but just almost. He slammed into me so fast and without veneration of my healthy guts, being pushed around by the tiger's shaft. The pleasure was too much, though.
And for him, too. He gave one final thrust and stayed there. My gut filled with his warm demon seed and I couldn't help but splash with him. I came in long jets onto the blue sheets, leaving stains more obvious than anything.
I'm totally one to say that. Cum is flowing out of my ass. Much bigger stain.
I collapsed forward onto the bed, the tiger following the same act. We took a deep look into each other's eyes. With love. Lust. Hatred. Germanity. Something happened between us. Something that will affect us forever. An envert path. But right then, we had been exhausted, deprived of energy from the high ecstasy from adultery, satisfacton. But we didn't have the consciousness to comprehend those feelings.
We both fell asleep on the bed, buried deep into the covers.
I had a dream one night.
About sex.
The devil and me.
And a raging lust.
The pain I felt stretched for what was like hours.
But in no point of my life...
...did I feel as much pleasure...
...as I did pain in that dream.
Until tonight.
I woke up. I felt half expectant of ties around my wrists, but wrong was I.
To the right. The tiger. He's wide awake.
I rest a hand on his chest. "Hey, birdie~" he greeted.
"Hey. I never got your name..."
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EDIT: I meant 10 views. Sorry, Freudian slip.