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One would think an all-avian college would be a perfect school for a four-foot tall albino chickadee femboy, and for all intents and purposes, it was. A dining hall equipped with utensils and cups specifically designed for beaked individuals, lecture hall seating that allowed one to sit without the backrest bending and breaking tail feathers, and more were absolute perfection for an avian who lived in a mammal dominated world.

The only downside to a school that only taught birds was the fact that, without mammals and reptiles diluting the air with their scents, mating season was especially brutal. The ladies didn't notice much of a change as their estrus affected them the same no matter what, but the pure, undiluted scent of hundreds of female birds in one location made the simple act of focusing on schoolwork a complete chore for their male counterparts.

It wasn't uncommon for one to walk in on their roommate masturbating furiously or the men's restroom filled to occupancy with those seeking a little more privacy. For Sora, the aforementioned twink chickadee, he was "unlucky" to have a roommate who easily discarded privacy for relief. Jett was a brown hawk of typical build for a bird of prey; a slender yet athletically toned body, angular features that could make any girl wet, and a stare that intimidated anyone who made eye contact, and Sora had the biggest crush on him.

Sora was gay and his infatuation with the otherwise straight hawk rewarded him with the perfect mental material to get his sexual fix. He would take quick peeks when the masculine bird changed and pretended to be surprised and disgusted when he'd interrupt one of the male's sessions, all the while memorizing every feature of his nude body.

Today marked the halfway point of mating season and Sora was especially heated. He was unlucky to find every restroom occupied during his free time and when he could gain access to a toilet, it was right before a class. The shy chickadee couldn't stomach the idea of public masturbation and he knew if he saw Jett naked again, he'd lose his composure and drop his pants right then and there. He feared he'd lose his roommate if he found out about his crush.

Sora stood outside of his dorm with butterflies in his stomach. Hold his breath, he slowly opened the door and peered inside. To his pleasant surprise, Jett was still fully clothed and browsing a sports forum site he regularly visited. The chickadee sighed and walked in. The sound of the door closing jolted Jett from his stupor and he turned to his visitor.

"Oh, hey," he said with disinterest. He watched the small bird drop his things by his bed and sit at his desk.

"Hi," Sora replied. He grabbed his headphones and started to load up a game that would take his mind off of his burning loins.

"Uh, before you get too comfortable, can you help me out? I'm sure it's something easy for a nerdy boy like you to handle." Sora turned to Jett with a questioning look. The jock would often pick on Sora for being a dork, especially since he recently learned he played D&D, and the chickadee was used to it. He even found it cute, but he wouldn't let the hawk know that or else he'd never hear the end of it.

"And what might that be?"

"My computer has been really slow lately and some of the school's programs are chugging hard. I can't figure it out, so I'm hoping you could fix it."

"Why not bring it to IT?"

"Because I won't get it back for a week and they'll rent me an even slower system."

Sora sighed and made his way to his roommate's desk. Jett pushed his chair away from his computer and the chickadee bent down to take a look. It only took a few minutes for the small bird to figure out what was wrong.

"Okay, for starters, you have wa-a-ay too many games on here. School computers have terrible storage so you're gonna have to pick and choose what you want. I'm going to install a cleaning program as well. That should help quite a bit."

"Alright. While you do that, I'm going out for a soda." Jett jumped from his chair and left the room. Sora was tempted to sit in his chair while he continued working, but since the hawk brought the plush furniture from home, he didn't want to use it without permission. Jett was pretty territorial about his things and his favorite chair was implied to be a big no-no. Too lazy to get up and drag his own chair over, he stayed in his position and watched the installation bar fill up.

By the time Jett got back with a slightly sweaty bottle in his hand, Sora was nearly finished with the tune-up. He turned his head toward Jett and was astonished at his expression; Jett was clearly flustered and agitated.

"You okay?" Sora asked with a concerned smile.

"Um, yeah. On my way back, the track team passed me during one of their jogs. The girl's track team."

"Oh. Uh, well your computer is almost done, so I can leave it if you need a few minutes."

Jett waved his hand. "Don't bother." Sora shrugged and turned back toward the screen. Jett made his way back to his chair, eager to drown out his urges, when his eyes happened to come across something he never noticed before. He stood behind the smaller bird and noticed he had a rather fine ass for a boy. Additionally, from his position and how Sora's body-fitted clothing left little to the imagination made the chickadee look like a passable girl.

With his hormones in a frenzy and his eyes undressing the boy, his penis inflated with blood and pushed its way out of his slit. His pants noticeably tented but Sora was too preoccupied with his work to see. With no hesitation, Jett pushed his way through the chickadee's tail feathers and ground his groin up against Sora's rump.

Sora squawked at the sudden contact and quickly spin his head with wide eyes. "What are you doing?!" he asked, his cheeks already red. Jett feeling his dick rub up against another warm body had shivers running up his spine. His arousal would not be satisfied with his hand; he needed a hole to fuck, and the girly-boy in front of his was prime meat.

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm going to fuck your brains out and make you my fucktoy for the rest of the season!" He continued grinding into the twink, his need for release and his domineering personality fueling his lust. "And before you say you don't want this or it's rape or something, I'll let you know I've seen you peeking at me when I change and I know you like watching me masterbate through your fingers. You aren't fooling anyone, buddy."

Sora opened his beak to rebuttal but the only sound that came out was a nearly silent, whorish moan. Despite the unfavorable circumstances, being fucked by his crush while simultaneously dealing with his needful loins was something he desperately wanted. After a minute of warming himself up, Jett stepped back and turned the boy around.

He stared at the boy with hungry eyes. "Take off your clothes and get on the bed," he commanded. Sora's face radiated with heat as he complied to the predator's demands. Jett started throwing off his clothes as well, and when Sora settled on the hawk's bed, he saw his crush completely nude with his dick erect and already drooling with pre.

Jett likewise studied his catch and he liked what he saw. Although unmistakably male, the twink's feminine curves, wide hips, and thick thighs had the hawk salivating. Sora wasn't erect yet, the sudden sexual advance leaving him unsure and bewildered, but that was perfect for the hawk. His budding bisexuality maintained his lust but seeing another guy's meat would most likely turn him off. He luckily had just the solution to keep it that way.

Jett stepped over to his desk and pulled out two objects: one was a small container of petroleum jelly and another was a bottle of clear liquid with a rounded nozzle. He dipped the tip of the nozzle into the jelly as he made his way to the bed and before Sora could ask, he pushed the nozzle into Sora's slit. The small bird squawked as Jett squeezed the bottle, spraying a thin film of the mysterious fluid inside of the boy. He removed the applicator and placed the bottle aside.

"What the fuck was that?!" Sora asked, second-guessing his life choices. Jett took a glob of the lubricant and started coating his dick.

"That is a numbing solution. I know full well that you're a guy but I don't want to be staring at your dick as I fuck you."

"Then how do I get off?!"

"Relax. You're going to make the entry more painful." Jett pushed himself between Sora's half-reluctant legs. "You're going to be my girl so you'll just have to get off like one. They say that an avain's ass is as sensitive as a vagina anyway."

Sora groaned. "Where'd you even get that anyway?"

"Coach gave it to me. Can't really play with a hard-on, especially at this time of the year."

Before Sora could respond, Jett aligned his tip to his tailhole and began forcing himself inside. Sora's anus resisted the entry for a few seconds before finally giving in. Sora grimaced and groaned as the rock-hard dick slowly inched its way inside of him. His toes curled and he gripped the bedsheets hard enough turn his yellow knuckles white. He pushed his head back into the mattress, screwing his eyes shut and clenching his beak while focusing on keeping his anus from doing the same.

At last, Jett finally hilted his entire penis into the twink. Sora's breaths were heavy as he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing Jett between his legs and feeling his warmth inside of him filled his stomach with butterflies. Jett, meanwhile, felt like he was in heaven, or at least his dick was. The chickadee's tight anus felt better than any pussy he fucked and the rectal muscles that were attempting to reject him massaged his meat.

After giving the boy some time to adjust having a solid object in a hole that mostly dealt with liquid, he slowly started pulling his penis out of the him until just the tip remained. He then pushed himself back in at a faster pace, forcing a moan from Sora, and after a few repetitions, he got into a steady rhythm. He pumped the twink at half the speed he'd screw a girl at not only for Sora's safety but to drag out their encounter as long as possible.

Sora laid on the bed and kept himself relaxed for the hawk. Every time Jett pushed himself in, Sora would moan like the girl Jett wanted him to be. He wasn't doing it on purpose; being so submissive to his crush naturally made his voice higher. The pain radiating from his ass subsided and gave away to immense pleasure.

Pure ecstasy radiated from Jett's loins as he continued to rail the twink. Those tight anal passages squeezed his meat as he fucked the boy and he found himself going faster and faster. So much for dragging this out, he thought. He stopped for a moment to readjust his position and started humping at full force. Sora whined at the sudden change of pace, but the increased stimulation left him effectively paralyzed. He really wanted to masturbate in order to finally achieve his much needed release, but his penis was absolutely useless thanks to Jett's meddling.

"Oh ye-ea-ah," Jett sighed as he pumped the bird faster and faster. His loins burned hotter with each thrust and he hoped that Sora would blow soon; he wouldn't have the energy to keep going after dumping such a pent-up load. He looked down at Sora and felt a warmth in his chest. Am I turning gay? he asked himself, staring deeply into Sora's ruby eyes. The eye contact lasted a few seconds more before Sora threw back his head and whined.

The twink's flaccid dick sprayed its load uselessly inside of his slit, the excess flowing out of the folds and down between his legs. His muscles clenched with each spurt and milked the hawk's meat, sending him over the edge as well. Jett shot thick streams of seed deep inside of the chickadee, filling his belly with the warm, viscous fluids.

After his orgasm, Sora obediently laid under Jett's watchful gaze as they rode out the remainder of the hawk's release. Feeling the hot, sticky fluids coating his insides was a new sensation for the boy, one he knew he'd have to get used to. Jett stayed inside of him a little while longer before he forced himself to leave his heavenly hole. He took a wet wipe from inside of his nightstand and cleaned himself and enough of Sora to avoid staining his sheets; he would need a shower to deal with the mess.

"Thanks for that," Sora said, breaking the silence. Jett gave him a questioning look.

"I think I should be saying that. I'm pre-e-etty sure I borderline raped you."

"Nah. If I didn't want it, I would have said the magic four-letter word."

After some more silence, Jett spoke up. "So, uh, after you shower yourself off, you want to get something to eat? I'm starving."

Sora giggled. "Sure, but you're buying. You're gonna have to repay me for my sore asshole."

It was Jett's turn to laugh. "Sure, sure." After Sora got himself presentable, the duo went to the local restaurant and ate their fill. Unfortunately for them, the ladies' track team happened to have an evening jog in their path and Sora ended his night facedown with Jett railing him relentlessly.