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A man walks into a bar and takes a seat... The man is me. For some reason I entered the bar with the intent of ordering food and not drinking (because in real-life I’m straight edge and don’t smoke, drink or use any drugs (including weed)) and so instead I order wings and a Coke. Sitting and waiting, I glance around the room. It’s filled with all sorts of characters that are eerily familiar to me as races I wrote into the sci-fi series ‘Unity’. In one corner, I see a Kanorakus man (with his sturdy, masculine build and his total lack of female-only bristles) playing pool with a black furred horse Voeldahn and a burly human.

Near the hustlers, two Voeldahn girls, a mouse/rat with white fur and what looks like an anthro golden retriever, are obviously drunk; they talk incredibly loudly about highly inappropriate, sexually explicit things. I shake my head and watch. I’d list the things they’d said, if I only recalled what they were, but all I do recall is that it intrigued two humans at a table near them. Considering my typical writing, I can only assume that they realized they stood a very good chance of getting laid, as they approached the girls seconds later. The bartend brings me a batch of wings and a Coke, and I begin eating.

I’m on the second wing when I hear the barstool spin beside me, with added weight upon the seat. If you’ve ever gone into a dive to pull drunk and self-destructive friends out, you know the sound. I glance to the person seated beside me on impulse. I stop and stare with wide eyes when I see an Irakus seated before me. For those who don’t follow Unity, the Irakus are a race a mammalian aliens who developed near Sol. Like humans and the Kanorakus (who appear raptor/dragon-like), they’re humanoid in form, down to their genitalia, and the females have live births. The Irakus are basically wingless gryphon anthros, or modified birds.

At roughly 4’7” and all of 100 pounds, the tiny female leans against the counter on her wing-line arms. She orders a Miller Light from the bartender. Her words are perfectly formed from her rigid, black beak, which bears serrations on the sides. She turns her warm, golden eyes towards me, and her expression changes. It’s instantly softer, and even inviting. I don’t say a word, but I plant an elbow atop the bar counter and wave a hand, moving it only once, as if I don’t care. She imitates my gesture. My eyes quickly scan her form. The woman is covered in short, soft feathers, which are black in color, with streaks of gold and red like tribal markings.

A ring of neck fur wraps around her collarbone like a boa, and is golden in color. It’s the first thing that strikes me, as the Irakus have specific colorations. Females have warm colors, like red, orange, yellow, gold, violet, etc. Males have cooler colors, such green, blue, teal, white, and silver. I never envisioned a black Irakus of either gender.

“Pardon me.” I politely begin.

Her long, whip-like tail, with a tip like a Greek spear, swishes swiftly at the sound of my voice.

“I thought the Irakus didn’t come in black. Is that a warm or cool color?”

“Black is a shade, and it matches with anything.” She says with a wink.

“Does it, now?” I remark.

My eyes scan her once again. She now scans me in kind.

“Is there a problem?” She suddenly asks.

“No. It’s just that you look way too classy to be in a dive like this. All the rest of us losers look like we belong here, but you?” I reply.

“Well, maybe I’m adventurous?”

“Cute and adventurous?! Every else get all of the good traits.” I chuckle, before taking a drink of my Coke.

I wasn’t intentionally being flirty, but I do sometimes come across that way when speaking with women. My eyes scan her figure one last time, looking over her chest. The Irakus are not a buxom race, due to biological precedents I’ve developed. She has a modest B-cup, that is noticeable through her dark colored shirt, which is a sleeveless, belly shirt. In form, it’s a shirt that’s very reminiscent to Zakera’s clothing on The Seventh Realm cover art. Her slender legs wear black pants, and her talons are wearing unique and indescribable boots that keep her claws from being an ever-present threat.

Returning to my food, I take another drink of Coke and pick up a third wing from the basket. The Irakus girl rests a hand on my forearm, asking me if she can try one. Her soft, featherlike fingers (which are long, slender human fingers covered in a soft fur/fuzz that matches her primary feather color) curl around my arm. I pause, looking at her hand before glancing over to her. I look back and forth between the wing, and the bird-like woman. As carnivores, it doesn’t surprise me but the irony makes me chuckle.

“What?” She asks innocently.

“Nothing.” I say, handing over the wing.

Taking my wrist in her hand, she opens her serrated beak and I can see her monstrous second mouth. Much like a great white shark, it’s full of razor-sharp teeth, and can shift back and forth during bites. With her beak open, she then opens the pearly white teeth of her second mouth, licking the meat of the wing in an obviously seductive fashion. The woman’s eyes narrow, scanning me as she cocks her head and tilts it back. With her head back, her thick tongue glides over the wing like a popsicle and her golden eyes narrows as she stares at me. She’s really getting into licking my meat, so to speak.

I clear my throat as I feel myself flushing. She closes her beak over the edge of the wing, sparing me the sight of her inner mouth biting it in half, which I feel through the bone. I pull my hand away from her black beak as she releases my wrist, taking a minute to examine the clean cut in the bone.

“... What’s your name?” I ask her.

“Sahl’Tahmeen.”

I don’t know where I came up with these names; probably a bastardization of classical Arabic phonetics smashed together. Regardless, Sahl’Tahmeen intrigues me. She sticks her beak into the glass of Miller Light, and I can’t help but chuckle. She looks to me as if embarrassed. I wave the bartender over. As soon as he steps up to me, I lean over the counter and lift a straw from a pocketed apron around his waist. His lifts his arms and looks at me as if to say, “What the hell? Why not just ask for a straw?” Shaking his head, he walks away to help another patron.

Removing the wrapper, I slip the straw into her glass. She leans closer and I essentially feed Sahl’Tahmeen the straw. Again, she licks the end for a moment. Deciding that this is going well, I slide her the wings.

“Knock yourself out.”

“I’ll need more beer.” She chirps.

“That can be arranged.”

I slide closer to her and drape an arm over her, as if I’ve known her for more than five minutes, and she’s perfectly fine with it. It’s now abundantly clear how far this is going to go. After a bit more flirting that is now vague in comparison to the rest of this dream, I nuzzle her head near the top of her skull, where her small but present, feline-like ears sit. Swept back and covered in matching feathers and fur, they’re easy to overlook at a glance.

“Let’s get out of here.” I whisper to her.

She’s more than happy to leave. I pay the tab with a small white card, using Unity Credit Points. Apparently, I’m on the ship. The dream fast-forwards, skipping the trip out of the Commerce Pod and back to whoever’s apartment. We enter the apartment and immediately go at it. She presses against me, a hand grabbing my butt through my jeans and the other up high and holding onto my shoulder as she rubs her beak against my chest, near my collarbone. Exactly 13 inches taller than the bird-like gryphon-alien, I rest my chin atop her head, giving her a little kiss as I rub her back.

She looks up at me, her eyes showing mild inebriation. It’s evident to me that she’d not nearly drunk enough to not know what she’s doing; she’s just about ‘buzzed’. I lean forward and kiss her beak, but she’s unable to kiss back. Instead, she opens wide with both jaws and gives my cheek a lick. I turn to kiss her cheek, so she licks me again. I come even closer and somehow, we end up in a quasi-kiss, with my mouth just before her beak. Our tongues caress, but are nearly fully extended. It was really odd, and I felt odd doing it. Deciding to press on, I lift off her top, revealing her breasts, and the dark, shiny, rubbery flesh of her nipples.

I fondle her supple boobs, but as she’s so short in comparison, it was annoying to bend over to lick them. I scooped her into my arms and took her to the bedroom instead. Plopping her down, she practically ripped off her boots before swiftly shoving down her pants and panties in one fluid motion. She kicked them off of her talons like they were on fire. It was adorably amusing. I casually pull off my shirt, slip off my boots and take off my pants and underwear, all while Sahl’Tahmeen lay on her back, a hand on one breast another over her vagina.

She rubs the charcoal black flesh of her clitoris as she watches me with narrowed eyes. Before I can step closer, Sahl’Tahmeen reaches out and grips my erect penis. She curls her body, leans over and opens wide. I’m briefly horrified, considering her nightmarish physiology. Instead, she very gingerly slips my girthy member into her beak and beyond her second set of teeth, keeping them away from my flesh as she licks the head with her thick tongue. It actually felt pretty damn good, so I placed a hand on her head and started pushing myself in a little.

I very gradually face-fuck the alien bird, her tail flailing with delight while she moans softly. A wing-like arm stays between her legs and I can see her slender fingers rubbing her clitoris vigorously. By the way, I blame this entire portion of the dream on one particular reader, who made a comment that stuck with me. Thanks, buddy... Anyway, realizing that I’d rather have the rest of her, I slowly back away. A stream of saliva runs from her beak as she gasps and pants, looking up at me with a strange gaze. It was somewhere between “I need a minute” and “please don’t stop!”

I opted for the latter. Climbed up and onto the bed, I push her softly, lying her flat on her back. She spreads her legs wide as I walk on my knees, placing myself between them. Her body is curled into a little crescent as she holds herself up with her forearms. Her head is tilted down to watch the show put on by our genitals. It’s clear from our size difference that I am to her what a horse anthro would be to a human woman, and that feels pretty cool. My organ looms over her, and she looks more than ready, but also a little intimidated. I stroke her cheek, trying to be gentle, because I’m just that nice a guy.

Leaning forward, I take hold of my slimy, saliva covered organ with one hand and rub the engorged head against her nether lips. They’re burning hot, and smaller than a human woman’s, but not comically tiny; she’s quite proportionate. I begin to push, stuffing the head into her pussy. It pops into place and she briefly screams; I can feel why. She’s so tight, it’s as if I were to form a circle with my index finger and thumb, and squeezed the head of my penis as hard as I can. I grunt and groan, but I think to myself. “I’ve already started... Am I a quitter? Hell no!” Hilariously, that was my thought process.

I drive myself deeper in her loins and Sahl’Tahmeen groans, her entire body trembling. I stick in half of my member, and though she is loosening, she’s still the tightest I can ever remember from previous lovers. I pause, asking her if she’s alright. She looks to me with another strange gaze. It’s like half lust, and half appreciation. She nods, and asks me to take it slow. Leaning forward, I rest on my forearms, holding myself up and over her. I can feel her dainty arms around my torso and the back of her talons press against my buttocks as her legs pull me in.

I get to work, pumping into and out of Sahl’Tahmeen’s little pussy. True to my word, I move slowly at first, until her pained groans turn to pleasured grunts and panting. Her arms and fingers are first clenching tightly to me, before relaxing and then raking at my back in ecstasy. In and out, over and over, I pump her little vagina with all I’ve got. After a short while, I’ve sheathed myself inside of her, and she wriggles, writhes and cries out in pleasure. The little Irakus tells me she hasn’t had bigger, which isn’t surprising, but still flattering. She further proclaims that she hasn’t had better, then asks me how much cum my balls have.

“I don’t, nngf, know, babe. I’ve, nngf, never, nngf, measured... Hhff. A handful or two?” I answer.

“Mmm-ahh! Give it! Nnf, fill, nnf, me up, nnf, with your cum!” She groans and squeals.

With long, firm and methodical strokes, I plow the Irakus’ tight pussy, bringing her to a fairly swift orgasm. Looking down, we both admire the sight as her vagina quivers, expelling a thick, white cream all over my shaft. It’s familiar and pleasing to me to see it, but for Sahl’Tahmeen, she’s clearly not had sex of this caliber before; she’s unaccustomed to being thoroughly satisfied and seems overwhelmed. Her eyes roll back and she flattens out, her body going limp as I quite literally fuck her into a stupor. It isn’t long before I feel myself building my own climax

As this point, I decide to have some fun with it. I take hold of her hips and pull in my legs. Now kneeling, I hoist her up, which isn’t hard to do, as light as she is, and using my arms, I pull her down onto my lap while simultaneously driving my penis deep into her tight pussy. Her head and shoulders stay on the bed, but her hips and ass are now held up in the air, her legs angled down and toward the bed, her body bowed gently backward as I kneel between her legs and use her to my heart’s content. Feeling my climax right around the corner, I really pick up speed and force, driving my cock into her.

She groans and squeals, unable to handle the pleasure. Meanwhile, I feel like she’s tailor maid to milk my testicles of every drop. I don’t recall feeling an orgasm this fast through sex before; it was almost like discovering masturbation for the first time again. Thwap, thwap, thwap. My full balls smack her plump but tight buttocks. Even her tail is limp from the pleasure.

“I’m, nngf, gonna, nngf, fuuuuck!” I exclaim.

Driving myself ball’s deep, I hold myself into place as I cum inside if Sahl’Tahmeen. She squeals and wriggles as I flood her body with my human sperm. We both know that due to genetic similarities that even allow us to have sex, we run the risk of interspecies breeding. A part of me suspects that this fact turns Sahl’Tahmeen on even more. I stay on my knees, but slowly sit on my legs. My Irakus lover is fused to my cock as if I had a canine knot and it was trapped within her. Her pelvis follows mine as I lower myself.

“Holy shit. Hhf. That, hhf, was something, hhf, else!” She pants.

“I’ve, hhf never had one, hhf, that tight before.”

“You don’t say?” She giggles.

“You’re something special.” I tell her.

Stretching out my legs, I leave myself inside of her for a moment, leaning over her to give her a gentle hug. While this is spontaneous sex, something I often dislike, I try to at least marginally romanticize what we’ve just done. I hold her and we cuddle. She seems to like it. I kiss her forehead and then her cheek, before pulling myself out of her. I lie down beside her and relax, intent on holding her and being cute and affectionate.

“Not so fast!” She exclaims, rolling over and lying half over me.

Within seconds, I feel her licking and sucking my filthy penis. I look down to watch as she laps up both our cum, before stuffing me back into her beak. I get hard all over again as she bobs her head up and down on my penis. With my sperm seeping out of her pussy, she climbs atop me and squats over my cock. I see a drop or two of my seed land on my penis as she prepares herself. It’s somehow quite erotic. She slips me into her and starts to ride, and she rides hard. At first squatting over me, she’s first fast, slamming herself down hard atop my lap and spearing herself on my dick.

Soon, though, she slows her pace. It’s as if it’s too hard for her or it feels too good to keep going. I hold her down on my cock, my balls pressed firmly against her ass, sit upright and then guide her legs around my waist. With her arms around my neck and legs around my waist, I kiss her cheek tenderly and give her firm ass a little smack. I then make her rock and swivel her hips as she rides, and she’s soon bucking against me. She squeals and holds on for dear life as she uses me like I’m just a living dildo. She soon loses control. I literally hold her body and lift her up and down like she’s my personal toy, reversing our roles in seconds.

This lasts what felt like all of two or three minutes, before she has a potent orgasm. Her little pussy erupts her fluids and cream as her vaginal canal squeezes me just right. I can’t hold out against her and soon I’m joining her in ecstasy. Shooting the last of my cum into her already used body, she squeals and lay against me. Now thoroughly spent, she slumps against me. I spread her legs apart, so that they aren’t crossed behind me anymore, and I carefully bend them at the knees before flopping back. I’m now thoroughly exhausted as well. I lay on my back as she lay on my chest, holding her like an oversized teddy bear. Stroking her head almost lovingly, she nuzzles my neck and chin with her beak.

“This... Was awesome.” She coos.

“Yeah.” I sigh with relief.

... And then I woke up.

Afterthoughts: This dream somewhat bothers me because I’m not the type to just get laid because I can and I feel like it; I hate that shit, and I don’t think highly of people who do that either. I prefer a connection beyond organs and orifices, so I have no idea why I would dream this. The comment about not seeing enough Irakus romance in Unity, which I admit I’ve overlooked, got me thinking. I can only assume that this was my brain sorting it all out in preparation; a trial run so to speak.