The Best Gift
(Meta note: this is the shortest of my short stories: 1,000 words exactly. I consider this a test of my writing ability, so let me know how I did.)
The Best Gift
Luther walked out of the bar, disappointed yet again. Supposedly the 21st of December was when he was to get a gift -- or so many humans had it. But only one pair of eyes seemed even interested in him, and their owner left soon after.
The falcon sighed dejectedly, and decided he would be spending the small remainder of the year alone, since his last boyfriend left him in January. But as he got to the door of his apartment building, his feathers shivering in the cool night air, he saw a note with his name on it.
He took it from the doorframe, huffed his way up the stairs to the third floor, and after closing the door to his apartment, opened it.
"If you want to end your lonliness," he read, imagining a lusty growl, "put something red on the window sill before midnight. I'll be watching."
He was about to throw it away, when he remebered those eyes, and the muscular white lynx attached to them. If he had figured out where Luther lived somehow, it was definitely worth trying out.
Once he had the end of a red rug on the sill, he looked out to see where on the street below. He saw nobody in 5 minutes, and gave up. The nervous anticipation made him clean up his place a little bit instead.
But when the clock said 11:55, he was back at the window. When he still saw nothing, Luther decided that it was a joke. Holding back a tear, he went to the bedroom, and stripped off for bed.
It was then that he was jumped from behind, and shoved onto the mattress.
"Don't scream," whispered a deep voice, as a hand clamped his beak.
Luther was stunned, his heart now racing as he wondered what would happen next.
"You invited me, after all," the voice continued smoothly, "and now I'm here."
The falcon tried to push himself up against the --- rubbery? -- weight behind him. But when his muscles flexed, a slick finger was able to get under his tail feathers.
"Mmmmph!" he screamed through his closed beak, as his entire body flinched.
"Stay down," purred the voice teasingly.
The bird continued to writhe, whine, and groan through his nose, the invader in his guts the most personal sensation he could feel.
"I'm here," repeated the voice with a lustful purr, "because you invited me. So what did you have in mind?"
It was a moment or two before the hand on his beak eased up so that he could barely open it and form words. But the finger still inside of him made it diffucult to form anything coherent in his mind.
"Unh," groaned Luther.
"I'm sorry," huskily whispered the voice, "what was that?"
"Ungh!" he cried, as the finger jabbed back him again.
"Was that 'sex'?" purred the voice.
What little was left of Luther's brain finally became more excited than terrified. "Unh Hunh," was all he could groan.
"Mmmm, I see," purred the voice, as a furry chin brushed his neck feathers.
It was then Luther felt the weight shifting up off of him, over beside him. He instinctively turned his head, and there was the lynx. Neck to toe in some kind of black latex, the penerating eyes were what Luther recognized.
Luther let himself be rolled over, to reveal a 6 inch hard-on.
"Why you poor boy," teased the lynx, "can't even get off when another male sticks it to you? Let me help."
The hand over his beak then reached down, and started fondling him. This got another sensation to join the sensation that was emmanating from his tailhole, the two hands of the lynx working together.
Luther became fully aroused quite quickly, and started dribbling precum. But when this happened, the lynx suddenly got back around behind him, slowing his fondling.
"I would say it's about time for the finish," he growled, "wouldn't you?"
Luther couldn't answer, mind somewhere else entirely, catipulted to a new world by the continued stream of senstion.
However, it did get his attention when the sensation on his tailhole suddenly vanished. It was a relief; the desire to expel had been satisifed. But it was also a letdown; why did the cat stop?
The question was soon answered. After messing with a flap or two of his black suit near the groin, a pink cock stood up, 8 inches long and rock hard.
Luther just stared at it, while the cat lubricated it with the falcon's precum. He couldn't help but get nervous at the thought of it entering him.
With spread hips, the lynx raised up Luther's buttocks, and slowly inserted. Luther first groaned, and then yelled, as the lynx took his cock all the way to the hilt. Luther's dick throbbed even as his muscles resisted and his innards made room. The lynx then slowly withdrew, leaving Luther throbbing and panting.
It only took two more long, slow draws, before Luther couldn't take it. When it went in the third time, he orgasmed with a shout and sea of tears.
But the pumping of his seed onto his stomach did not result in the lynx slowing down. Instead, his thrusts into Luther's throbbing tailhole just got shallower and faster.
Luther was barely aware of the precum coating his insides, but felt it when the lynx gave a deep thrust and a growl. He shoved it deep one last time, making Luther scream, as he started pumping his goo into the already greasy guts.
By the time the lynx withdrew, Luther was able to get up. He ran to the bathroom in a post-orgasmic daze, and emptied his guts. When he got out, the lynx was gone. Instead, he found a note on the bed.
"Thank you very much," he read in his head, imagining the gruff voice, "for making the longest day of the year worth lengthening. Until next solstice."
It was still unsigned.
The End.