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Warm winds curled through an island sitting on sapphire oceans. Buildings had been brought up here and there on the verdant surface of the isle, but there was still a level of natural beauty to the location. Tall trees budding with fruit sat between the homes. At the same time, the residents of the island had made themselves a nice life here with a museum, several stores, and even a residential center where villagers could make requests and pitch in to help in the development of the island. A small dock held an airport where visitors were ferried onto the island, and villagers traveled off of it. The first home that you could see off the docks was a clay-colored house with black and blue shingles leading up to a point. Most of the homes on the island held their respective villagers as it was far too early in the morning for most, except for maybe one or two. The door to the home near the docks opened and out came a large bird covered in blue plumage frosted white at the tips wearing a vest, and not much else. He stretched wide before bringing one wing to the ground, legs apart as he slipped into a common routine. Even though it was summer, the breeze coming in felt nice on the body as Sterling stretched. Sterling had made it a routine to start his day as early as possible with a jog. There weren't any other villagers on the island who were into exercise as much as he was, but then again, maybe that was a good thing. At the moment, the knightly bird was without his helmet and armor. Most would gawk at such a sight and make comments, which perhaps he would enjoy sparring with but it would also cut a bit into his groove, his razor-like focus. His stretches continued until he raised his wings toward the orange sun, beak opening to let out a yawn that was more like a roaring chirp. It was time to work out, and time to begin the day beneath the cloudless morning.

With a smile, he started first by walking. It was most truthful that Sterling had given his body a proper stretching, but it always paid to be safe even if he was in tip-top shape. Straining a muscle or getting a cramp in the middle of jogging or even running could be disastrous. Injuries did not sit well with him, not only because it was a deterrent to his health, but also because the mere idea of being confined to his bed for days on end with nothing to do but watch the clouds outside of his window sent shivers down his spine. In fact, he genuinely felt a shiver at his back and so he broke out into a light jog through the grass while headed toward the coast.

The first sight on his jog was the typical one. A log cabin rose from the ground stacked neatly with a quiet scent of earth and charcoal wafting from it. Typically, he just kept on jogging past the home, never once seeing his neighbor in the mornings, but for once, the door opened on his way past it and he froze as Beau stepped out. Beau was a tired-eyed deer with reddish-brown fur like Autumn leaves and two horns that curved just a bit before straightening. That sleepy look was touched with orbs of lavender that held a deepness to them like the darkened lids half-closed over them. He wore a jacket loosely on his body and yawned with cloven digits raised up to his mouth. In his other hand, he held a mug of coffee.

When they locked gazes, Beau tilted his head and smiled, "Sup?"

Sterling gave genuine thought to that question, perhaps a bit too much thought. He hadn't been prepared for someone meeting him here, but he had a very simple answer as to what exactly was up, "Well, you see. Every morning I keep my lungs and legs in tip-top shape with a bit of a jaunt through the brush and onto the beach. It is with that start to the day that I find myself most at ease and most able to keep my focus throughout the rest of whatever the day provides."

Beau took a long sip of his coffee before breathing out, "Cool."

Their gazes remained locked and for a moment, Sterling was entirely stunned. All of his words so easily parried, so easily responded to with a single word. It was both defeating and impressive as well as curious. He wondered what was behind that single utterance, what was behind that sleepy stare. Well, there was probably a desire to go back to sleep. He didn't often see Beau out this early in the morning, and to be honest, he felt a little embarrassed to be seen without his normal vestments.

When the silence was at its peak, he found himself with a suitable thing to say. His beak opened just as Beau took another long sip, "Would you like to come jog with me, friend?"

Wait, that wasn't what he meant to say. He had meant to ask Beau what he was going up so early. That would have been a perfect note to the conversation, something that he could then bounce off to asking if Beau wanted to join him. In truth, he loved nothing more than bringing others in on the joys of exercising, but that was a very difficult thing and it seemed that his inner excitement had overwhelmed his senses until he had made that very desire known with a question most embarrassing! Curse it all!

Beau answered while Sterling was in the midst of opening his beak to apologize, "Sure. Why not? Got nothin' better to do. Gimme a moment to put this mug away and I'll be with yah, kay?"

That was unexpected. Entirely so. He stared at Beau for a moment before he nodded and the deer turned tail and stepped into his home without even closing the door. Sterling stood there entirely stunned by the interaction. He had thought that leading into it would have given him the best opportunity for success, but there had been no leading and he had bumbled quite greatly, and yet, here he was waiting for Beau to come back out to join him on a jog. Beau didn't seem like the type to enjoy exercise much, but on the other hand, he had never really asked Beau if this was the case or not. Regardless of circumstance, he now found himself in a position full to the brim with advantage! A new comrade to join him on the beach for daily jaunts and more. Sterling breathed in, before exhaling. He couldn't get too excited just yet. First, he had to see how Beau would do on the first morning and make sure to take it easier just in case. Beau came out dressed the same but without the cup. He shut the door and the sound broke Sterling back into reality with a chirp.

Their gazes met again and Sterling cleared his throat, "Right. So, we'll be heading to the beach and jogging to the edge of the water where the river meets the ocean. The pace will be slower than usual but it will still be brisk. That being said, we should stretch first to prevent cramping so then, follow my movements."

Beau nodded in agreement and followed along as Sterling began to stretch. Arms out, then back in, one feathered hand to one foot and then the other. This went on for a bit before he felt that it was enough for even a newcomer to warm their body. Breathing out, he turned around and started walking. Beau was at his side and he was suddenly very aware that he wasn't sure why Beau had agreed to this. As he broke out into a light jog to the beach, he kept on spinning around the question in his head until he needed some sort of release.

As the warmth of the sand sunk under his steps, he spoke aloud, "I hadn't taken you for one to be into this sort of thing, what made you want to come along?"

The deer huffed even at the lowered pace they were going at, but maintained speed as he answered with a chuckle, "Y'see, figured it might be somethin' to do. Not really a fancy answer as if I wanted to better myself or somethin', just thought it would be fun to hang out."

Sterling blinked, "As simple as that? No love for the great outdoors, or even getting fit and out there?"

His companion snorted and snickered, continuing to huff along as they made their way down the beach, "No way. I mean, don't get me wrong. Love the vibe of this place, bein' able to sit on the beach fully nude without a worry in the world. I like to take things slow and I'm fine with bein' a bit plump. Ever thought about takin' a break?"

Sterling picked up the pace a bit, half to see if Beau could handle it and half because his mind was working at a quicker pace to try and figure out a proper answer. When he finally had his words, they came out slowly, "Well, yes. The serene surroundings make it rather difficult to not want to slow down, but it is through activity that I feel life at its maximum. Every ache and pain that is associated with exercise in many ways is also a thrill, a little note that I am truly alive; as well as perhaps a signal that I need to slow down for the next day or so to give my body time to relax."

Beau chuckled, a flush running through his feathered cheeks as the deer spoke, "That into pain, huh? Figured a big guy like you would be givin' it out more than takin' it. Takes all types and whatnot."

A squawk escaped him, "That is entirely not what I meant! The pain is enjoyed, or rather, it is acknowledged as a signal that is part of life and part of my progress. I meant nothing sexual about it!"

Again, the deer chuckled, "That's cool too." A smirk then tugged at the side of his mouth, Beau adding on, "Never figured you for the type of bird to fluster so much. Then again, typically can't see what expression you're makin' behind the helmet."

The words reminded him of the fact that he was being seen without his typical adornments, in his typical manner and again his mind began to flood with thoughts of what the other might think until he decided to speak instead of thinking, "I guess my cheeks are normally hidden so no one can see the fact that I quite easily fluster at certain matters, but for the most part, I am as hardy as the metal that I adorn. You simply caught a small weak spot of mine, and I suppose that everyone has that weak spot."

Beau huffed as they kept on jogging, "Guess my weakness is what we're doin' right now. Maybe I really should get on this exercise thing more often and join you in the mornings."

Sterling's expression brightened as he chirped "Yes! That's the spirit! I have plenty of ideas for little workouts and sessions that can help you outside of jogging if even this is a bit troublesome as well. Perhaps we can even outline that during our break."

Whatever breath they had, was saved for the end of their little jog. They soon came upon the spot where the river fed out into the ocean. Clear fresh water flowed over rocks into the salted sapphire expanse. Sterling stood at the edge of a flat sheet of rock jutting out from the beach. The spray of the ocean lapping against the rock felt nice, the air just a bit cooler here. Turning to his new friend, he opened his beak expecting to begin a lengthy lesson. However, he paused as he saw Beau doubled over, hands on knees and huffing.

Whatever else he was going to say, he decided to utter, "Let's take a seat, shall we?"

Together, they took a seat at the edge of the rocks with their feet just over the water. Beau sighed aloud, hands flat to the stone and chin raised up high, "When y'started goin' faster I thought my legs were gonna pop. That's not the type of workout I'm used to."

Sterling smiled at his companion. Beau had opened his jacket let the ocean breeze freshen that plump frame. After a bit, he noticed he was staring and instead put his focus on the horizon ahead while musing, "Really? And what type of exercise are you accustomed to?"

"Usually stayin' up late balls deep in someone." Came his response without a shred of shame.

It took a moment before his mind registered what was said, a feathered set of digits coming up to his beak as he cleared his throat, "Oh! I suppose that's always healthy, in a manner of speaking."

Beau snickered, "It's more fun than anythin' else. Hearin' someone whimper your name over and over again while your hips are crashing into them. You let them know who they belong to after a bit of rutting. All that stuff and more. It's way too good."

Sterling's mind was touched by static, his beak opening a few times until he finally said, "I see."

"Do y'wanna see?" Came Beau's voice.

What an odd question. He had no idea what that could possibly mean. Sterling had thought to cool down by the ocean with his new friend, but instead, he found his face flushed with heat and his mind turning quick enough that his thoughts were crashing together into a jumbled mess. What could he say to that? What could he say to that at all indeed! He felt a nudge at his side and blinked before looking to see what his friend wanted. The fluster across his face grew in intensity. Looking down at his shorter friend gave him the perfect view of what Beau had wanted him to see. The deer's legs were open, a firm equine shaft on display that throbbed and seemed to grow bigger with every movement of his hand along the surface. There was also a set of heavy balls resting on the cool rock.

This time, his beak couldn't open as he had absolutely nothing to say, but Beau was forward enough to keep talking, "Hah, can't even say anythin'. Figured you'd be the one asking for a chance at my ass, but maybe you're one of those big guys that's used to gettin' pushed around?" Before Sterling could respond, his wing was taken, his body tugged a bit closer as his feathered digits were laid on that heated length, Beau's words brushing along his mind, "Grab on and have a feel instead of staring forever."

Mind frazzled, he was unable to really form a sentence let alone mount a response. Pushing along his addled state were the deer's digits wrapping around his hand to force his wing around that growing girth. Beau's grip was tight enough that he didn't think he could pull away even if he tried, and yet, it was the command behind the grip and not the strength that kept him obedient. Up and down his hand went along that thick length, his eyes growing wider when he saw it twitching and growing just a bit more. The hand on his eventually drifted away, but his feathered digits continued moving remembering the quiet command. His mind was stuck in a deep fog, unable to be certain of what to do. He could pull away at any point and tell Beau that this was a step too far, but at the same time, the boldness with which Beau commanded him was still rooted deep in his mind.

Just when he thought he might be able to wrest control of his body back from this odd stupor, Beau's voice came with a heated breath, "That's right, tug faster. Don't even need to guide you. Bet you already know all about this type of thing, huh? Always keeping that body in tip-top shape just for stuff like this."

The words struck his gut, his body trembling as he found himself unable to move. Beau didn't reprimand him for stopping, but instead brought a hand up to the back of his head to bring his beak down to the tip of that equine shaft. What was he supposed to do here? Beaks weren't exactly built for this type of thing. He could imagine what he was supposed to do but he couldn't quite wrap his mind around what Beau wanted, in fact, he couldn't quite wrap his mind around any of this. It was happening much too quickly!

Two digits tapped at the side of his beak while Beau's addressed him, "Open up, and wide. I getcha hesitation there. Even if you're a slut you're scared you'll do more harm than good. That's why you gotta open your beak wide and keep it open. Birds can swallow a lot, so you'll be usin' that throat of yours for me."

Use his throat? He wasn't quite sure how that would work, but the intensity, the hunger behind those words said so lazily and yet so confidently brought a shiver down his spine. He could not comprehend how Beau could be so relaxed while saying such things. Sterling could barely think about the basics of flirting, sparring, or dueling coming off as easier topics than trading intimate words and gestures. This was above and beyond that. The tip of that equine shaft pushed against his beak as if to remind him of its existence, and of Beau's orders. He opened his beak slowly as Beau grabbed hold of his head with both hands instead of just one. When his beak opened as far as he could manage it, Beau's shaft slowly slid along his tongue and into his throat. Sterling didn't gag, didn't sputter on the throbbing shaft slowly entering their throat, but he did fluster, his mind boiling over as he heard Beau's words mixing with the crash of water along the shore.

"That's it birdy, take every inch. Taste what you're going to be getting balls deep in that ass of yours."

The boldness! It was so powerful, so strong compared to what he was used to from the deer. Again it struck him harder than the actions themselves, the words seeping into his mind until he almost felt as if he could somehow mimic their instruction. His own shaft twitching out from between his legs, his inability to hide his arousal adding further heat to his face as Sterling heard Beau chuckle. Sterling remained still for the dear, allowing his throat to be used like a sex sleeve. The heat of that throbbing thing stained his throat and tongue with the taste, the slow pace making it seem as if Beau were trying to make sure every inch of his throat experienced it. Every hiss, moan and sigh from Beau added another shiver down his back. He was being used, being pushed into this, but it felt so damn good. That was the conclusion that his mind came to after being stuck in constant chaos. It felt good, it felt right, it felt as if this were his place in the universe. The realization pushed clarity through his mind, an odd and foggy clarity that urged his hand to grab onto his shaft and start pumping slowly.

Beau's breathy voice soon came with a chuckle, "Seriously? Jerking off already? Just from having a bit of meat stuffed down yer throat? Cute slut. Didn't think you'd love dick this much but here we are. Gonna use this throat of yours every morning since we're neighbors and I'll expect you at my front door on your knees."

Every morning? His eyes grew hazy and half-lidded as he thought of taking this salted and bitter taste into his mouth every single morning. It would certainly be like a thick coffee for him, an enriching ritual that would either keep him awake or put him back to sleep. He wasn't sure what it would do, but it was making his heart go wild. Sterling's chest was thumping at a constant rate, hot washes running through his body as he imagined getting used like this before and after every single session of his morning exercises. If he were subjected to such a routine then he would truly become a slut. Just as his thoughts were boiling over again, Beau dragged his head down firmly before bringing it up, the tip slowly slipping free of his tongue before every inch of that thick equine shaft was shoved into his throat. Beau repeated this process over and over again, rutting his mouth as if he were nothing more than a toy. Suddenly, he heard a set of voices approaching, his heart rate spiking as he tried to get a good look at who was showing up. He was reminded firmly that he had a job to do as the back of his head was held down, his throat used even as his concern was rising. Sterling heard Beau breathe out a greeting to someone, heard a few giggles and even a promise from the deer to see whoever it was later. Someone was witnessing him in such a vulnerable position and all he could do was continue sucking on the massive thing jammed into his throat. It was mortifying, and yet, his cock twitched in response, his arousal growing further as this carnal act meant for the bedroom was put out on display in the great outdoors. He was too embarrassed to do a thing, meanwhile, it seemed like Beau's thrusting was getting faster throughout the small conversation as if the deer were showing off. Even when the voice faded it seemed like the pace of everything had changed entirely. What had kept him petrified had energized the deer to new heights!

It was only one more thrust before he felt the start of an orgasm along with Beau's words, "Fuck, can't hold back with a throat this tight."

Rope after thick rope of hot cum began to pour out and into his throat. His eyes grew wide for a second before settling back down to dreamy half-moons as he drank down that powerful mixture. Warmth flooded his every sense, his tongue lapping whatever managed to escape his throat before he was forced to swallow every drop. When that twitching length ceased releasing cum, the hands at his head moved away and he was allowed to pull back. When Beau's shaft popped out of his mouth, Sterling kept his beak open to breathe deep of the ocean air, but it did nothing to remove the stain of cum on his tongue and throat. He figured that would be it, that they could continue the jog or do something other than this, but Beau stood up and slapped that heavy shaft onto his face.

The deer let out a sweet sigh, "Damn, that was good, but that's just the beginning right? A fag like you needs more than a little cum in his throat. You want to get fucked, dontcha? Not to worry, I always carry a bit of lube and a rubber or two."

Such an assertion, such words crept and crawled in his very being until clutching onto his heart. Even without an answer, Beau's hands moved to position him, his body obeying each tug and push until he found himself on his hands and knees with his rear exposed to the cool ocean air. Both of his rear cheeks were gripped and spread, squeezed firmly before one hand moved down over his balls and lower to his shaft, squeezing it firmly before the other hand drifted away. He soon felt cool viscous liquid pouring onto his rear, the hand at his cock moving up the length, over the balls, and back to the rear to press two digits inside of his ass. Sterling trembled while letting this happen, suppressing an immediate moan from the feeling of his rear being slowly stretched out. Despite how rude Beau was, the deer's touch was gentle for now.

However gentle Beau's touch was, his words came out like whips and strikes, "Look at you with your ass in the air. Should have asked if that other villager wanted a turn breaking you in, but I gotta be honest, I wanted you all to myself. Now c'mon fag, grab your ass and spread it."

The command, the audacity of saying such a thing, his heart throbbed, his digits trembled as he laid his cheek on the cold stone and brought his hands back to grab onto his ass and spread it wide for the deer who had utterly dominated him. Beau chuckled, and the digits inside of his ass moved in harder, a third joining them as they slammed in deep before pulling out one by one. He heard a wrapper being torn open behind him and then a pause occurred before the tip of Beau's condom-covered cock pressed against his puckered hole. To be used in such a manner, to be brought down low from his typically knightly status! He shuddered and held his nature in no longer, groaning aloud as he felt his ass stretch and mold around the cock sliding in deeper and deeper. Beau let out a languid sigh, hips moving forward slowly to inch that massive shaft in until their balls were kissing. The deer pulled away slowly, while the pressure, pain, and pleasure building within Sterling kept him moaning, his hands keeping his rear spread for the deer.

Beau's first was exactly what he expected, rough and quick without regard for anything but pleasure. Each thrust after that was just as firm, hips crashing into his rear and thighs sending loud slaps that fought against the sound of the waves. Those movements came from a slightly pudgy frame and yet, they had enough power to jolt him forward every single time. Sterling was left a moaning mess, drool dripping from his beak as he was properly pounded into and used! All he had wanted was a little exercise with a new friend, and he got much more than that. It had been rough, been mean, and ruthless but he was loving every second of it. Beau slowed down for a bit, but only to reach forward and grab the feathers at the back of his head and tug, his eyes opening wide as he was forced to look up at the expanse of land he had been pointed at. There were houses beyond the trees, houses that held villagers that could walk by and see what a slut he was being! The pressure, the excitement, the shame, and more washing over him was more than enough to make his twitching cock burst from the tip, hot cum staining the cool stone beneath them.

For a moment, he was given a break. His head was let go and his cheek met the cool rock again to give him a chance to vent the heat from his mind. Beau's thrusting slowed until he slipped out with a pop, cock throbbing against his thigh. He could feel One of Beau's hands sliding over his leg, moving over to the inner thigh before moving away. He could feel that twitching shaft being relieved of the condom, or perhaps, Beau wanted him to feel that. The latex sliding off of the shaft brushed along his inner thigh letting him know what was happening, but all he could do was tremble and sigh. He felt the condom being placed on his rear, just so he could have a constant reminder of the fact before Beau readied the flared tip of that equine shaft against his ass. Sterling groaned as he felt that pure heat sliding inside of him all the way, Beau's digits grabbing onto his rear as firmly as he could as if Sterling would try and break away. Each thrust was given to him as rough as possible, but Beau pulled out slowly, repeating the motion over and over again before he felt it. Hot cum poured out, their balls kissed together while his inner walls were flooded. Beau kept himself rooted deep within Sterling's ass, each shot of cum accompanied by a violent throb of that lovely cock.

At the same time, Beau was grunting, "That's right bitch, take every little drop. Fuck, I'm gonna enjoy ruining this ass every morning. I'll toss the condom in the first place if this is how you're going to react to getting seeded."

When it was finally over, he felt more chubby than flat, more round than firm as if he had been filled to the brim. That thick shaft pulled out of his ass with a wet pop, remnants of the orgasm splattering onto the ground. He trembled as he rolled over onto his back, breathing in and out before Beau sat near his head. One leg was placed over his neck, the other stretched out a bit while Beau tugged his cock over the bird's face.

Before he had a chance to register what was happening, Beau pumped out a load that was much smaller than the previous two, but it was still enough to coat his beak and cheek. Beau sighed in pure delight, scooting forward to let that limpening shaft rest on his beak while his cheek felt the warmth of those heavy balls. Used, stained, exposed to the world, there he laid breathing in and out steadily. He would have to do this again the next morning, or perhaps even sooner than that.