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"Abso-fucking-lutely not!"

The four-foot tall albino chickadee known as Sora sat on his boyfriend Jett's bed as the brown athletic hawk displayed several objects in front of him. It was only a few weeks ago that they started having sexual encounters and now Jett was putting a new kink onto Sora's plate. Sitting on the hawk's plush chair was a stack of clothing the predator purchased the other day.

"Oh come on! You'll love it! My girl plays the part, but she needs to look it as well," replied Jett to Sora's outburst. He was wearing his usual shit-eating grin, or as close as one could get with a beak. Sora stared daggers at the hawk and grumbled, but he knew that the domineering male wouldn't take no for an answer. With a sigh, Sora pulled the chair closer and picked up the first article; a pair of pink panties with white frills, something that a little girl would wear.

Sora was already unamused, his eyes half-lidded and deadpanned. On the contrary, Jett was enjoying himself. He could barely contain his childish giggling as the twink examined the indigo, pleated short skirt barely long enough to cover his butt and a faded pink spaghetti-strap top. When Sora lifted the top, he noticed two more items underneath and after a moment of reading their labels, he immediately turned to his boyfriend.

"What the fuck?!" he exclaimed, holding one of the aforementioned items. It was a butt-plug, perfectly sized for petite people. Jett, unable to hold himself back, started laughing maniacally, causing Sora to blush with embarrassment and frustration.

"Well, since I can only fuck you once a week cause your little sensitive booty gets so-o-o sore, I figure some training is in session." Sora's white feathers bristled at his remark.

"So what? You're gonna stick this in me and make me wear it all day?" Sora asked, already aware of the answer.

"Yep! A day or two of being loosened up should have you prepped for daily sex."

Sora whined, but relented. He picked up the other object. "And this?" It was a chastity device for avians, shaped like a cock-ring and operates similarly, but instead of trapping blood in an erect penis, it constricts excess blood from a flaccid one. Its design was smooth so that it can be fitted inside of a dick-slit without long term irritation. It was also labeled "petite."

"That's so I don't have to keep using up my sedative when we fuck. That stuff's expensive."

"You still can't handle seeing my dick?"

"I can handle it just fine, thanks, but it's so much more sexier when we do the whole gender-play thing. I have no problem having a boyfriend, but I will admit a girlfriend is much more up my alley."

Sora crossed his arms and huffed. "So why don't you get a girlfriend then?"

"Cause girls are a complete pain in the ass to deal with and it's much more easier and fun being with another guy. Now if that guy looked and fucked like a girl, that's even better!"

"So you want me to be a crossdresser or tranny or whatever to satisfy your sexual desires?"

Jett ruffled Sora's head plumage and chuckled. "Isn't my girl so smart." Sora groaned, but he couldn't hide the fact that he enjoyed being Jett's little girl.

With a sigh, he replied, "Fine. But you're helping me with this stuff."

"Don't mind if I do!" Jett jauntily replied. The two spent the next hour preparing Sora for their Saturday date. First, before any arousal could make it difficult, Jett fitted the chastity ring inside of Sora and tightened it with the matching key on his keyring. Then, with a fair amount of lube, the hawk pushed the plug into Sora. The twink took a few steps to adjust to the feeling of having the toy in him while he moved and concluded that he'd never get used to it.

After that, Sora dressed himself in the feminine clothing in the bathroom; Jett wanted to be surprised with the final result. The smaller bird dawdled a bit, examining himself in the mirror and wondering what he was doing with his life. When Jett saw his "girlfriend," he burst out laughing. He expected Sora to be a passable girl but with the outfit he chose, he was actually very pretty. The hawk pulled out a pink bow from his pocket and fastened it onto Sora's head.

"God damn you look beautiful!" Jett exclaimed, letting his sharp eyes wander across his mate's body. Being checked out in such a lewd context had the chickadee blushing hotter than before. "I'm so tempted the bend you over my desk and fuck you right now, but that'd end our day way too early. Come on, let's get out of here."

The two made their way to a nearby restaurant for breakfast. As they walked across campus, Sora's eyes darted back and forth as they passed several other students enjoying the day. The butt-plug was small enough to not cause any discomfort, but it's presence caused him to walk with an awkward gait. After some time, Sora adopted a decent posture that effectively accounts for the toy, but it had his back slightly arched and his ass sticking out.

A few people turned to look at Sora, prompting his heart to beat faster, but they didn't seem to pay him any mind. The crossdresser could even swear a guy or two checked out his prostrate ass as he passed. Jett confirmed his suspicions by saying, "Looks like your a popular lady already!" Sora huffed, but he didn't reply.

They were nearly off the campus when Sora heard someone shout, "Jett!" Sora's stomach sank as the duo turned around and faced the eagle approaching them. He was tall, taller than the six-foot tall hawk, and quite muscular. "What's this, Jett?" he continued, nodding toward Sora. "You got a girlfriend? Why didn't ya tell me?"

"Cause if I told you, you'd try to steal her right from under my beak!" Sora sidled closer to Jett and squeezed his hand. The eagle noticed and bent down to be face to face with him.

"Heya. Name's Steve. You're quite the cutie."

"Um, hi, and, uh, thanks." Sora's face turned red with embarrassment. Although his voice was soft, it was still clearly masculine, so Sora attempted to raise his pitch. The eagle's queer look signalled that he didn't pull it off.

"Come on, Sora, be nice to your new friend," Jett said with a sneer. Steve studied Sora for a few more seconds before his eyes widened.

"No. Fucking. Way. Dude, Jett, is this your roomie?!" When Jett started laughing hysterically, Steve shot straight up with an amused expression. "Dude, I didn't know he's a crossdresser. Also, you're gay?!"

Jett shook his head. "I prefer the term 'bisexual,' thank you very much. Should I remind you you called him 'cutie?'"

"Oh shut up. I can call another guy cute. I bet you've stuck it in him already."

Jett shrugged. "Guilty as charged. He's tighter than any girl I've fucked and I don't have to worry about becoming a daddy."

"Then I guess you should bring him around my place sometime. The guys would get a kick out of him."

"Nah, I'm keeping him to myself. I don't know what diseases you guys have floating around there." The two laughed, making Sora quite uncomfortable. He pulled the hawk's hand.

"Can we go now?" Sora asked, letting his irritation show through his tone. Jett looked at him with an amused expression.

"Guess my girl's hungry. I'll see you later." The two birds of prey said their farewells and Jett and Sora made their way to the restaurant. Breakfast was relatively uneventful, though Jett's many comments about how cute his "girlfriend" was while he ate had Sora flustered.

After their meal, the couple perused the downtown area close to campus. Sora, being a shut-in, had never set foot in the town, preferring to go to the campus market for anything he needed. Jett took him to the sites and attractions of the tourism area and brought him to the many small stores that littered the streets. When they got peckish, they would stop at an outdoor stall and buy a snack.

Despite the distractions, Sora couldn't forget about the object in his rump. The solid mass in a hole that dealt primarily with fluid was an alien feeling that he just couldn't get used to. He was glad that he had the chastity ring on, else he was sure after several hours of it rubbing up against his prostate would have had him quite hard. Jett was fully aware of his conundrum and he enjoyed how hot and bothered it made him.

Before the duo knew it, it was three in the afternoon and they were beat. As they walked back to campus, Jett put his arm around the chickadee and pulled him close. "So did my girl have a fun time?" he asked with a smile. Sora leaned into the larger bird.

"Yep. Although it probably would have been better if I wasn't wearing this ridiculous outfit with a plug up my butt."

"Oh, I bet you like it. At least you got used to it enough to stop walking all funny. Your posture is pretty sexy too." Sora blushed and averted his gaze. He did like how the toy forced him to walk like a slutty girl and the attention he got from the many guys he passed in town pretty much sold him on crossdressing. Jett chuckled and patted his head. "Ready to end our little date with our usual fun?"

"If it means replacing the thing up my ass with your dick, I'm all for it!" Sora replied with a smile.

Not even two seconds had passed since they closed and locked their room door were their clothes flying off their bodies. Jett bent Sora over his desk and forced his back to arch, causing the twinks ass to be raised. Jett hooked his fingers under the base of the silicone toy and slowly pulled it out. Sora shuddered as his tailhole was forced open from the retreating object. With a pop, the toy was free and the chickadee's anus was exposed to the cool air.

Jett stuck a finger into the hole, eliciting a squawk from the bird. "Damn, you're still pretty tight in there. At least your ass gave way pretty easily." With a smirk, Jett stuck a second finger inside the boy and started fingering him. Sora started moaning as Jett's practiced digits explored his innards and massaged his prostate. "Does my girl like that?"

"Yeah," Sora said with a contented sigh. "But I'd rather have your dick instead."

Jett chuckled and after a few more seconds of finger-play, he pulled them loose and ground his already erect member against Sora's crack. In a show of dominance, Jett started hotdogging the boy and spreading his musk.

"Can you stop teasing and fuck me already!" Sora whined. He pushed his rump into Jett to accentuate his need. Jett sneered and looked down at his bitch.

"Be a good girl and say the magic wo-o-ord!"

Sora huffed and looked away. "Please fuck me already!"

"If you insist!" Jett pulled back just enough to reangle his rod and he pushed it into Sora's anus. The loosened passage gave way very easily and he hilted himself within seconds. Sora let out a loud moan as his hole was filled with stiff bird meat. He didn't feel any pain, thanks to the day-long training he endured, and instead his body was wracked with pleasure. His sensitive insides massaged Jett's dick, causing the larger bird to shudder.

"Fu-u-uck, you're still nice and tight. I'm glad I didn't go with the larger plug." He enjoyed the warmth of his mate a few moments longer before he began gyrating his hips and pumping the boy. Jett didn't waste any time getting up to full speed and the room was filled with the wet slapping sounds of anal sex. The hawk held his prey down with his arm for both stability and dominance, and Sora gladly laid there and accepted his role.

Jett was no slouch when it came to an efficient fucking, pulling himself out until just the tip remained before ramming himself back in. These calculated thrusts stimulated every nerve inside Sora's ass and the chickadee was loving it. Every push had him moaning and whining and his toes dug into the carpet below. He scratched the desk he was bent over, leaving shallow yet noticeable marks in the stained wood.

A familiar burning permeated Jett's loins, but as a true gentleman, he held it in until his lady came first. He pounded away at the writhing avain beneath him until he felt him suddenly clench. With a loud moan, Sora dumped his load down the side of the desk. The chastity ring's constriction increased the intensity of his orgasm, turning his moans into blissful whines. Semen uselessly dripped from his slit and caked the desk with bird seed.

The rapid clenching of Sora's anus pushed Jett over the edge. The hawk came into the fag beneath him, coating his innards with his virile fluids. A wry smile covered Jett's face; not wanting their fun to end so soon, he started to once again fuck the boy, using the cum within him as lubricant. Tears formed in the corners of Sora's eyes as the combined pleasures of his orgasm and Jett's relentless fucking had him in heaven.

The duo entered their afterglows partway through round two and Jett started to get tired. His humping slowed and soon stopped as he attempted to catch his breath. He wanted to keep going and his penis was ready and waiting, but after an entire day of being on his feet, his legs were ready to give out. Then an idea came to mind.

He exited the boy, streamers of semen still connecting his meat with Sora's hole, and Jett led the exhausted chickadee to his bed. They assumed the missionary position and Jett pushed himself back into the boy with ease. Unlike before, the sex was slow and loving. Jett held Sora's head and nuzzled him, causing the bird to giggle.

The two continued their embrace until the duo came again, Sora making even more of a mess between his legs and now on Jett, and Jett adding to the wad he left before. As they entered their second set of afterglows, the hawk left the boy for good, his tired meat retreating into the safe confines of his slit. The two laid next to each other, Sora in Jett's arms in a messy embrace and their groins caked in Sora's fluids.