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I have never claimed to be a very good boyfriend. I knew I did things I wasn’t supposed to do, and I wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that I kept some secrets from my mate. Perhaps it was a little self-centered to think about my needs first and foremost all the time, but then again, blue jays didn’t exactly have a reputation for being the most kind and thoughtful species, not even among the avian world. They did however have a reputation of being rather slutty, which I would totally plead guilty to. I usually blamed my constant and insatiable urges any time I got into trouble, and they usually lead me to do a few things that I didn’t exactly want to share with just anyone, especially not the bear sitting across from me at our small kitchen table.

I loved Oswald, I really did. He was just what anyone would want in a bear. Big, strong, loving, and with a decently thick cock too. However, I didn’t get to see as much of that last part as I would’ve liked. It was hard for us to get sexually synched as I worked the early shift and he worked nights. Even now he was just getting home, and I was on my way out. The only moment we had to share was a brief passing by, with most of it taken up by having our mouths full of food.

I was still partially asleep as my spoon dug into my cereal bowl, feeling lucky that the milk-dripping utensil managed to find its way into my beak instead of splattering wet cereal over my face or lap. Oswald was a little more awake than I was, but I could tell he was tired from work as he lazily dug into his two microwaved TV dinners - a bear his size needing to eat hearty of course. Neither of us said much of anything as we focused on the food in front of us, leaving the sound of our chewing and the local news from the TV the only thing vibrating the air in between us.

I was mostly zoned out and not really paying attention to either, but as the newscaster switched stories, and I heard the word ‘fatalities’, that was usually enough to get anyone to pay attention. “There have been two fatalities reported due to an all-out brawl at a local bar,” the story began, leaving me shifting in my seat to get a look at the TV over in the living room. “Around 1 a.m. this morning police were called to a disturbance at Tito’s Pub on Juniper Street, and when they arrived there were multiple suspects engaged in what appeared to be an all-out brawl. Police were forced to wait for backup before going in to break up the fighting, allegedly started when two rival biker gangs got into an argument. Inside the bar they found one person laying on the ground, unresponsive, with multiple stab wounds. Another was found in the bathroom with a gunshot wound to the head. Both Richard Beringi and Stephan Stillsworth were pronounced dead at the scene when medical personnel arrived.”

My brain took a moment to process those names in its tired state, but once the signals got through, I did my best to hold back a small gasp. At first I wasn’t sure if I heard things correctly, but when the picture of that gorilla flashed up on screen, I knew there could be no mistake. I knew Rich, and I knew him rather well. I’d seen him last night in fact, right after Oswald had left for work. It wasn’t exactly a regular thing for us, at least not yet, but it was quite the shock to hear that I was one of the last ones to see him alive. Hell, I was almost definitely the last one he had sex with before he died.

Oswald took note of my interest in the news before he turned his large frame around to take a look at the TV himself, giving off a soft nod as he grumbled out, “Yeah, I heard the sirens and stuff last night for that. Every on-duty cop was there, along with ambulances and everything else. I even got some of the chatter bleeding over into my security radio at work since they were using so many channels. It was crazy.”

“Yeah,” I managed to squawk back with a little clearing to my throat. “Looks like it. And a few people died too…” I took a small pause after that, still feeling my eyes locked onto the screen, even after the picture of the gorilla had faded. “That sucks.”

“Yeah,” Oswald agreed with a little grumble as he turned back around to his food. “But that’s what happens when you get biker gangs involved with one another I guess. I’m sure it was over something stupid too.”

“Probably,” I replied with a soft shrug to my shoulders, finally able to pull away my gaze from the television and focus it back onto my breakfast.

The shock of seeing someone I knew ending up dead on the news left me feeling a little weird for the drive into work, and try as I might, I just couldn’t get the thought of it out of my mind. It was strange to think that someone who’d been slapping his thighs against my tail feathers only a few hours before had ended up dying so suddenly. He’d been a great fuck too, leagues better than Oswald had ever been, and I was really looking forwards to making it a regular thing between us. We could usually meet up at the perfect time, and I certainly had the space to get wild after Oswald left for work. We were both eager, willing, and ready to get down to some seriously fun stuff. He’d be quite a loss, and I was already missing him as I guided my car into my normal parking spot.

As I got to work and settled in at my boring desk job, I couldn’t help but pull up the hook-up app on my phone, giving it a casual browse instead of typing away on whatever report I was supposed to be working on. I had a decently long list of friends and acquaintances, but near the top of the recently contacted list was a small icon of Rich’s huge, dark cock looming over most of the others.

I couldn’t help but let my wingtip slide over the icon and give it a push down, watching my phone work and load up his profile, along with our most recent conversation. I was greeted with a full body picture as his main profile loaded first - the beast of an ape’s frame barely able to be contained by my phone’s puny screen. Oswald was a bear, and he was pretty big, but Rich had been a giant without a doubt. I kind of had a thing for big and tough guys, being a little twinky blue jay myself, so it was no surprise I fell for the gorilla the first time I’d seen his profile. I was even lucky enough to be featured in one of the more recent images on his profile - my blue and white ass stretched proudly around his thick length, proving that it was just as ass-destroying as it looked in all the other solo pictures.

I took a moment to scan around the page, looking at the other photos and his description, before finally making my way down to the chat at the bottom. As I thought back to the morning’s news report, I read off the last few messages silently to myself and felt a small shiver ruffle my feathers. Our conversation ended with him asking ‘Same time same place tonight?’ with me adding back a quick ‘yep’ to go along with it. ‘Grease that ass up you slutty fuckboy im feeling rough tonight’ were the last words recorded, maybe the last he ever typed out. At least he went out on a high note. He wasn’t lying - I was finding it rather hard to sit still today after last night’s heavy action.

The sting would remind me of him for the rest of the day at least, but come tomorrow I knew that it’d be time to start my search all over again. I already missed him, but that was how this world of online hookups went. It wasn’t wise to get too attached - something I’d learned the hard way a few times before. So, I usually tried to keep some emotional distance between my partners and myself, which made it a little easier to exit out of his profile and go back to my real job. As I locked my phone and placed it back on my desk, I didn’t quite forget the ape, but at the same time I felt myself move on to the next thing already. My mind had already archived him into the histories of good times, locked away somewhere in the dusty back, only to be pulled up with something similar sparked a memory.

My sorrowful mood only lasted until about lunch. After some food, and with the grind of the work day leaving me falling back into a routine, my mood began to level out and return to normal. I finished off my day at work, and by that time a few regular naughty thoughts were already starting to bubble up inside of me. Each time I had to stand up or shift in my seated position I thought of Rich again, letting my mind go back to some of the intense sessions we shared. It was enough to get me quite worked up by the time I was able to head home, but I kept myself in check from doing anything too crazy. I had decided that tonight would be left to me and my toys instead of anyone else, in memory of Rich, so I didn’t bother to schedule any sort of hook-up like usual. Not to mention my decent collection of toys was slowly collecting dust, and I needed to get back the money I’d sunk into them and make sure it was well spent.

Before that however I still had Oswald to take care of, although since it was still technically winter, the bear was quite the heavy sleeper. I managed to make us some dinner, which was his usual breakfast, and the ursine stumbled out just as it was getting cold to chow through it. With our remaining time together we put on another episode of the show we were watching, but before I knew it, he had to get himself ready and leave for work. Once his truck pulled out and roared down the road, I was finally able to slip into the bathroom and get myself ready for my date with some of my rubber big boys - a thing I’d been looking forwards to ever since the idea popped into my head at work.

It was nice to feel those fake cocks stretch me at my own pace for once, leaving me free to bounce and moan as I gave each one the loving it so rightfully deserved. I even got out my camera and took a little video of me finishing myself off on the largest dragon toy I had, popping myself over the knot and bulging out my tight feathery belly until my own tapered cock shot off a few heavy streaks of cum over my wing and the floor before me. I’d forgotten just how good it felt to milk myself like that. Going at my own pace, and focusing on my own internal pressures, was certainly a change from the hard and heavy poundings I normally got. It wouldn’t replace actual sex any time soon, but as I cleaned up and slipped off to bed, I felt my hole tingling more than it had in quite a while. A fitting tribute to Rich without a doubt. Maybe I’d even dedicate the video to him when I posted it online.

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The next few days flew by in rather simple and boring routine. Rich slowly became a faded memory in the back of my mind, especially as I began the hunt for another acceptable partner to keep me company at night. It never took me long as there were all sorts of guys wanting to get a little tail feather from someone like me, and I’d amassed quite a following on more than a few sites. All that was left to do was pick out another one from the crowd and give him a try - this time a buff lion who seemed a little too confident for his own good. But, as we chatted, I decided to pull the trigger and give him a shot, happy to get back to getting some proper action before bed.

He’d turned out okay for the first two sessions or so - nothing amazing, but nothing terrible either. Still, I was quick to give a few more interested males a poke, just to see if I could stir up something more interesting with someone else. Perhaps a nice stallion or zebra if I could find one - that would be ideal. But, as I was going through my messages one day, I saw something I never would’ve expected. Along with the half dozen or so other messages I had to catch up on, there was one that stood out to me, coming from a rather surprising source. There was a message from Rich.

I hesitated a moment as my wingtips loomed over his icon once more, having almost forgotten about him since the beginning of the week. Now those memories came flooding back, leaving me shifting around in my chair as my phone trembled in my wing. “It couldn’t be… could it?” I whispered to myself as I sat in my little cubicle at work, looking around just to make sure no one else was watching, before my wingtip pressed down on his name.

‘Hey, sup slut?’ it said with a rather casual bit of wording, leaving me more confused than anything as I stared at those words for what felt like ages.

Without even really thinking much about it, I slid my wingtips down to the reply bar and typed in, ‘I thought you had died in that bar brawl. I saw your name and picture and everything on the news.’

I hit send and took a moment to check my other messages, but before long I felt my phone buzz in my wing again with a little notification popping up to let me know Rich had replied. I hesitated once more before scrolling over to open it up. ‘Oh, I’ll be happy to show you just how alive I truly am. You free now?’

‘Im at work’ I typed back with another sudden reflex, feeling a soft gasp catch in my throat at the thought that he might be still alive. At the same time, I was still a touch skeptical as well. Perhaps someone had hacked his password, or they were simply using his old phone somehow. But, just as I put my phone down, I felt a cool chill surge through my cubicle, as if someone had opened a window down the hall. I gave off a little shiver in the process as my feathers fluffed up, but a moment later I swore I heard a deep and heavy breathing coming from behind me. I spun my chair around with a quick kick to the ground, but there was no one there, leaving me a little confused before I gently spun back around. As soon as I did, I felt something wrap itself around my chest, and before I knew it something like a thick seatbelt was holding me down from my shoulder to my hip.

I gave off a muffled and surprised squawk as I felt the strong pressure push me back into my seat, leaving my tail feathers poking out of the little slot in the rear quite a way. I pushed my wings down to my arm rests to try and pull myself up and away from the pressure, but with a few strong squirms I knew there would be no budging against it. Whatever had me in its hold wasn’t letting go, and as I looked down towards my chest and my ruffled dress shirt, I could slowly start to see the bluish outline of something coming into focus. Something wide, hairy, and bulging with muscle.

“Just because you’re at work won’t stop my anymore,” I heard a deep and rumbling voice whisper against the side of my head, making me choke back another soft tweet as my chest surged with a few sudden breaths. My heart raced as my lungs tried to grab in as much air as they could, leaving my whole body twitching as I felt more cold breaths ruffle the feathers along the side of my face.

It was shocking to hear, but that voice definitely sounded familiar, with the shock forcing me to swallow down a little spit gathering in my beak before I whimpered out, “R...rich?”

“The one and only my little feathery cumdump,” he added with a soft chuckle, just as harsh and abrasive as I always loved to hear it.

That left me gasping and squirming yet again, especially as I felt his other arm slide around to my belly and really hold me in place. It felt like he was trying to pull me through the chair as the pressure squeezed the air out of my lungs, making me fight for each fresh gasp. I gave another muffled squawk into the air before I managed to quietly whisper back, “But… you’re dead… aren’t you?”

“Maybe,” was all I got in response, along with a deep rumble coming out of the gorilla’s chest, which I could feel pushing through the chair and my clothing in order to grind directly against my back. The icy coldness of his frame left me shivering as I felt him stealing my body heat away with each frantic pump of my racing heart. “But now I’ve got a few other things I could give you, along with all your favorites,” he spat back, leaving me feeling something cold and blunt poking right up and in between my seated cheeks.

It only took me a moment to realize what it was, and with a heavy gasp into the air above me I whimpered back, “You… you can…?”

I didn’t manage to get out any more of my statement before I felt a strong set of fingers wrap around my beak, holding it clamped shut with just a hint of a squawk leaving it a moment later. “Shut up bitch,” the voice behind me added in a dominant grumble, further grinding and pushing that mass between my cheeks until it finally found its place. “I need this more than anything right now, so don’t you fuckin’ blow it.”

His voice had a way of making me obey whether I wanted to or not. I still had so many questions that didn’t have time to be answered, but there was little I could do at this point as I was at the gorilla’s mercy… just the way I normally liked it. With another grunt beside my ear, I felt that large cock tip find it’s mark and push up and through my well used passage, leaving the ape’s body and cock surging through my office chair and clothing as if they weren’t even there.

I guess there was some kind of slickness involved - some kind of chilly pre or cool lube the gorilla had thought of. I couldn’t really say in the moment. All I felt was a cool rush straight through my pucker, and then that heavy stretching pressure and burn pulling my insides apart. As that cold sensation surged up toward my lungs, the big male grunted hard and continued to push, shoving his cock almost completely inside before too long. I struggled to hold back a loud squeal and gasp at the sudden and intense penetration, the muting helped out by the ape’s strong grasp around my beak for sure. I had taken that cock a few times before with little issue, but that was after I had warmed up and was ready to go. Sitting here at work, staring at the spreadsheet on my computer, as that beast dug around inside me, left me feeling all sorts of weird. It didn’t help that the temperature of his body and cock made my insides squeeze tight around him, shrinking from the cold, and making him push that much harder to really lodge himself a good bit of the way inside.

There was no denying it at this point. I knew that cock, that muscled grip, and that deep breathing all too well. This was everything I remembered about Rich, and as his hips started to thrust up and down into my spread and sore rear, I did my best to keep my whimpers down. I closed my eyes and squeezed my wingtips against the arm rests of the chair to fight back against the strain, knowing my coworkers were only a thin wall away. I might not have been great at much, but I was great at taking a cock, no matter how unprepared or sudden it might be. That was the one thing I was willing to prove no matter what, the one thing I knew I could do above all else. That meant having all sorts of control, including staying quiet as that monster of a man ravaged my insides with his brutal and chilly thrusts.

Luckily, he didn’t seem to last long. Sometimes our sessions could go for an hour or more, but today it seemed like two or three minutes was all he needed. I was just fine with that as the cold burn against my back and along my insides threatened to expose what was going on the longer he kept it up. It left a tear or two starting to leak out of my clenched eyes, and that heavy grunting gurgle in my beak was loud enough to be heard by everyone working around me without a doubt. A few final hard thrusts, along with a few heavy grunts from the lips against the side my head, left a sudden surge of icy sensation shooting deep into my gut, making me gasp and shiver as if I’d just jumped into a pool full of ice water. I pulled hard against the strength of the ape’s arms wrapped around my chest, but there was little I could do but take the chilling sensation flooding through me, leaving me gasping for breath as my body struggled to come to terms with it.

“Mmmph, fuck,” that strong voice rumbled out as his nose dug into the feathers along my neck. “You have no idea how much I needed that slut. Been a hell of a time recently.” He took a few more moments to get a good breath in before continuing with, “Be ready tonight and I’ll make up for the quickie. I’ll show you just what kind of powers I really have...”

I was about to say something in return, even with my still clenched beak, but before I could mumble anything out, I felt everything about the ape simply flash away and disappear. The pressure around my chest was gone almost instantly, along with the grip holding my beak closed. The strangest part was feeling the gorilla’s thick cock suddenly leaving my body, sending my slick insides slapping back against one another with a soft clap inside my body. Just that feeling alone made me jump up and give off another strong squawk, now unhindered by anything holding my beak closed.

I quickly slammed my beak closed however as I knew I was getting rather loud. There was no doubt in my mind that the people around me had heard some rather interesting noises. I turned towards the opening of my cubicle with a quick twist, just to make sure no one was standing there, but by the time I turned back around I saw a long pair of lapine ears rising above the cubicle divider to face me, followed by a pair of curious eyes, and soon the muzzle of a rabbit.

“You okay there John?” he added with a slightly confused look. “Hearing a lot of noises coming out of your cubicle.”

“Yeah… I’m fine…” I said back, trying to hide the fact that I was still catching my breath. I took a quick look around my desk, and with a sudden surge I reached out for my water bottle, shaking it in my wingtips back up at the rabbit. “I spilled some water… um… over the desk… and some dripped onto my leg… it was cold.”

The rabbit just rolled his eyes at my explanation, but he seemed to take it as he slowly responded with, “You birds and your lack of body mass. Everything makes you cold.”

“That’s why I’m so fluffy in the winter!” I countered with a smile, at least until he slid back down behind the cubicle wall. It was only then that I could finally catch my breath and try to organize my thoughts. Had I just been… fucked by a ghost? At work?

It didn’t take me long to find proof that it was all real. That cold sensation along my insides took a good few minutes to dissipate, but after it did, I still felt rather full, even without that cock throbbing inside me. A quick trip to the bathroom confirmed my suspicions as a small torrent of… something was quick to surge back out of me when I got there. It had already stained my pants and underwear, probably leaking out when the ape’s cock suddenly disappeared and my hole was left open for a brief moment. But now the toilet bowl was nearly filled with the same thick bluish liquid, taking up a surprising amount of volume for sure.

I stared mystified at it for far too long, but I was too afraid to actually reach down and touch it, much less collect any kind of sample of it. If the gorilla was speaking the truth, then I’d be having more coming my way soon enough anyway, so with a slow flush I crudely disposed of the evidence. I took a moment to think about it afterwards, almost convincing myself I should’ve gotten some as proof, but as I stared at that refilling bowl, I finally decided to turn back around and head out of the stall. I still couldn’t wrap my mind around what had just happened, and the only thing I was really sure of was that I still had work I needed to get done. I’d already been distracted for far too long.

That was a lot harder than I thought it would be as the realization of what just happened grew in my mind the longer I sat at my desk. I’d just gotten fucked at work, by a ghost… and I seemed to have gotten away with it. It was so intense, so sudden, and so downright kinky that I didn’t have time to process it in the heat of the moment. But now… well… my pants were constantly tented just thinking about it. Even a few quick trips to the bathroom to rub myself off didn’t take care of the problem, leaving me ready to go home more than ever before. Night couldn’t fall fast enough, and all I could do was hope and pray that the ape wasn’t just offering empty promises. This time I’d be ready, and this time I’d show him just how much I missed him.

It was hard to hold myself in check around Oswald as I made dinner and we watched our show, squeaking in two episodes this time as he was up unusually early. The warm bear was rather nice to cuddle against I leaned into his frame and found myself wrapped up in his paws. The sensation got me rather hard, and it made me even more eager than I already was. Despite my needs, I knew I had to save SOMETHING for Rich if I actually wanted to prove I was worth his time, so I didn’t push my luck or try too hard to turn things naughty. It seemed the bear was in much the same mind. In typical fashion, after the second episode ended, the bear gently pushed me aside with a grunt and lumbered off to get ready for work, leaving me doing my best to hide my erection with my wing as he did.

It was an agonizing wait for the bear to finally leave as I flipped through the available things to watch, leaving me looking up at the clock again and again to watch it creep along. But finally, with one small parting kiss to my beak, the bear made his way out. I heard him get into his truck, start it up, and pull out of the driveway. I watched the lights zoom off down the street, trying not to push my beak too eagerly against the window in the process. That was my cue to make my way to the bathroom, losing all of my clothing along the way, to get myself ready. It was a quick process at this point as I had it down to a science, and before long I found myself on all fours on the bed, raising up my tail feathers and eagerly reaching a wing back to spread out an ass cheek.

My cock was throbbing harder than it had almost all day as it sprang forth and dangled between my legs. I couldn’t resist giving it a soft stroke with my other wing as I pushed my beak and chest to the sheets. I stayed like that for a few moments, keeping my ass open and stroking my cock, but after the initial surge of kinky desire began to fade, I suddenly felt a little silly. Slowly my mood mellowed as nothing much happened, leaving me with my ass pointed to the door with nothing to show for it.

I gave off a few wiggles to my rump as my cock softened in my grasp, all while I added in a cute and needy whimper to whoever was there to hear it. At this point however it seemed like no one was. “R...rich… you there?” I called out, keeping that whimper and a few soft chirps going, but to no avail. I was just about to give up and slip off that bed, figuring I’d at least have another session with my toys before I fell asleep, when I suddenly felt a strong smack right against my exposed butt cheek.

I was unprepared, and therefore let out a wall-shaking squawk as I jumped up a good bit, feeling my knees leave the bed in the process. Before they could come down thanks to gravity, I felt another strong, sturdy paw land on my other cheek, this one squeezing and dragging me down with a heavy bounce onto the mattress below.

“Miss me Slut?” a strong and commanding voice said from behind, making my feathers fluff up and forcing me to let another squawk escape my beak. As soon as I got my mind back to processing things, I lifted my head off the mattress and twisted it around to get a good look at him, something I hadn’t been able to do the first time. There was the ape, just as I remembered him, except much more translucent and bluer than ever before. That large barrel chest showed off just underneath the wife beater he was wearing, with his arms flexing as his fingers squeezing into my hip. As I looked down a little lower, I could see he was more than ready for me. He didn’t have any pants to speak of, and his cock was already throbbing at near full length, making me gulp at the always impressive sight of it dangling between his muscled and powerful legs.

“I… yes…” I admitted, as those were the only words I could get out of my beak at the moment. The gorilla smiled back at that while his free hand reached towards my ass crack. Without even asking, his fingers were quick to slide right into my pre-lubed hole. The sudden spreading surge sent a strong chill up my spine yet again as those fingers were just as cold as his cock had been earlier. “Mmmph, how did you…” I managed to get out between my deep breaths and gasps, feeling my body shivering as the mix of stretching burn and icy cold did battle inside of me once more.

“Shut up featherbitch,” the ape quickly shot back, as if my throat could even push out any more words around those heavy gasps and groans now surging through it. “No questions right now. We’re gonna fuck, then fuck some more, and after I’ve given you everything I have, we’ll see how I feel, got it?”

“Got it,” I replied with another strong moan, loving the abrasive way Rich took command and let me know how it was going to be. With all that said, he shoved another finger into my hole, making me forget all about what I was going to ask, and then another as all four from his rather large hand pulled me apart to make space for his cock.

As our session at work had proved, I didn’t exactly NEED a warm up at this point, but it always got me dancing and chirping back with the foreplay effort. My hips swayed with each pump, and my ass quickly pushed back over those fingers, squeezing and sucking them like they were his cock to milk. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long for the real thing. I gave off a soft groan as those digits suddenly slipped out with a wet pop, and a moment later I felt the bed creak behind me, knowing the ape’s massive weight had climbed on. It was so familiar, yet so strange to feel his cold touch and the chilly air all around him. I tried not to think about it too much as I felt his large paws slide over the plumage on my back. His fingers wrapped around my shoulder and dug in with a near painful squeeze. At the same time, I could feel his other hand helping to guide his cock towards my hole, feeling that thick human-like tip slide over my slick ass cheeks and warm, eager pucker. Even with the chilling sensation I couldn’t help but grind back just a bit as that head found its mark, driving on into my depths with a long, slow slide inside.

I gasped hard once again as my body felt like I had jumped into a pool full of ice water. I felt my breath get taken away both from the size, the force, and the coldness of his cock driving itself inside. But I didn’t care - I’d gladly give my breath for the feeling of that cock inside me. I pushed back with a heavy and slutty moan, wanting every last inch of that familiar shaft. When I felt that chill against my rump feathers, along with that bulge and burn in my belly, I knew I had gotten everything I could.

“Fuck,” Rich growled out as his belly pushed over my tail feathers, pressing them down against my back, “You’re just as big of a slut as I remember. Almost no one can take me like that.”

Another heavy and pleased grunt rang out from above my back, and it made me give off a soft squawk and chirp as well, wiggling my hips as I sucked around him with a few squeezes. “Mmmph, forgot… in just a few days, huh? Or since… this afternoon?” I added back, struggling for breath and not being too loud with my words because of it.

“Feels like ages…” he grumbled back, pulling his hips away from my ass and giving it another strong slap with a paw once he had the space to do so. I moaned back and squeezed around the half of his cock that still remained inside of me, only to feel the cold burn of his slap surging through my upturned ass a moment later. It forced me to give out another breathless squawk, and then another when he rammed himself back in all the way again, making the bed creak and groan in the process.

It wasn’t long before his thrusts picked up to a brutal pace, leaving my frame barely able to handle the punishment as I just gripped the sheets and used all my muscles to brace myself in place. My ass burned both inside and out, especially from the mix of friction and chill from his body, but like a good bird I took it all and even pushed back a bit, meeting him in the middle for even harder smacks against my frame. It was all too good, and I was quickly lost in the pleasure again, drooling out from my beak as it hung open and panted. Each deep thrust knocked the air out of my lungs, as it always did with such a big and powerful cock, but I had just enough time to get a quick gasp back before the next thrust repeated the process.

It wasn’t long before I felt the ape reach over and slip a few fingers into my gasping beak, hooking it wide open and pulling my head back and to the side. I could only drool and groan with the increased strain to my body, forcing me to compensate and follow along. The force and motions made my eyes shoot up to stare at the ceiling as he pulled, sending my back into a rather firm arch, and giving him a whole new and interesting angle to thrust into. It was normally something he did without even thinking about it, and I knew that he loved to hear the way it made me gargle and my moans sound wet with spit. However, this time I could tell that something seemed rather off.

His fingers were cold at first for sure, but that was something I was expecting at this point. I even expected it to suck in a bit of the heat from all around my beak, leaving it feeling a little numb in the process. What I wasn’t expecting was to see my dark black beak turn another, even darker shade of black as a slow wave of chill crept down it. I gasped and gargled a bit, thinking it was just my imagination at first, but as that intense chill spread over my head and down around my chest, I wiggled my head free enough to steal a gaze down towards my plumage. With my one eye, I just barely caught a glimpse of it. My normally white and blue feathers on my chest were turning thick and black as well, as if they were charring up from some intense heat. But there was no heat, it was simply cold.

I gave off a strong buck against his grasp, feeling that coldness slide further down my body and over my wings, watching them turn ash black as well from the corner of my eye. But, there was nothing I could do as the ape was a beast of a man, giving me little to no freedom to wiggle free as his cock continued to thrust powerfully through my insides. I tried to gurgle out some semblance of words, something to grab his attention, but all I could make out were a few sloppy noises, not much different from my normal moans. It was then I felt another hard slap from his hand on my ass, and as I jumped and squawked from that, I felt the similar icy cold start to invade my hips, core, and legs.

I couldn’t turn around and see, but I knew the same thing had to be happening to my lower half. Even now my wing feathers were turning dark, trailing all the way down to my wingtips still braced against the bed, leaving me squeezing them but unable to fight off that cold chill. However, as the darkness reached the bedsheets, it didn’t even seem to slow down. It hit the bed and spread out like a rippling wave through the gently bouncing bedspread, soon making the sheets feel soft and mushy underneath my grasp. The same was happening at my rear end too, making my knees sink down into the bed like it was one big sea of tar. I tried to pull up on one of my wings, only to feel the blackness of the bed flow over my charred wingtips, holding them down in its sticky embrace. The ape’s vicious thrusts helped to push me down deeper into the muck, leaving me sinking in little by little each time a jarring hit sent me surging forwards.

I tried to cry out, I tried to scream, I tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but there was nothing I could do. I wasn’t strong enough to resist, and with each heavy slam against my ass, the ape drove me deeper down into the black quicksand below me, leaving my heart racing in fear. But then, just as I thought the chill running through me couldn’t get any colder, I began to feel something different. Warmth - deep radiating warmth on my wingtips and knees. The further I sank into the blackness the more I felt it, soon leaving my body split between a searing burn down below and a chilling burn up above the surface of the bed.

It was then, just as my head was a few inches above the surface, that I felt the ape slide a hand away from my beak and press it hard against the back of my skull. “Mmmph, you were such a good bitch,” he added as his fingers dug in almost painfully into my plumage. The force from his arm left me struggling with everything I had not to get driven beak first into the darkness swarming around me. “You were so good, that I’ve decided I’m gonna take you down with me. Me and a few friends could… really use your slutty ass around…”

I gave out one last heavy huff at those words as I tried to scream one more time, but my attempt was quickly broken off as my beak was forced into the cold muck in front of me, pushing through the thin layer of cold and poking out into an intense heat down below. After a few more thrusts from behind the rest of my head followed, with my eyes clearing the dark layer and beholding a flash of bright reds and yellows all around me. Lakes of lava, pillars of rock, and a million hungry beasts were staring back up at me from far down below, their numbers too countless to pick out any individual frame.

I gave out a heavy squawk as my now unsupported wings flailed around wildly, my chest still being driven through my bed and out from the roof of the tall cavern I was now dangling from. Soon only my hips and ass were left holding me back, leaving me swaying from the ceiling as I could feel the ape speed up towards his big finish. With a few final brutal smacks, I felt his hips grind against the last of my ass left back in the normal world, and as his cum shot deep into my belly, I felt the force of the orgasm finally push me free. With his cum still leaking out of my freshly seeded hole, I felt the inky blackness finally let me go, leaving me free to plummet down towards the mass of needy paws and claws grasping for me, screaming out in fear as I tumbled towards their clutches.

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It wasn’t like John to simply not be there when I got back from work. His car was in the driveway, and his wallet and phone were still on the kitchen table right where he usually left them, but the blue jay himself was nowhere to be found. I searched around for a note or something, or really any evidence to where he might have gone, but once again I came up empty pawed. Left with a growing bit of worry, I moved to check my last resort - the little camera I had hidden inside of a plush feral blue jay. It was a gift I’d gotten John for his birthday a few years ago, and I’d found a nice shelf to put it on in our bedroom. Little did he know there was a camera inside, and little did he know I was watching him almost every night.

I’d known what he was up to for quite some time, but instead of interrupting him, I felt like I could use it to my advantage. John was sexy, there was no doubting that, and there was just something about watching him get railed night in and night out that really turned me on. I was too much of a voyeur for my own good, and those countless hours of footage gave me plenty to make each night go by far quicker while I was at work.

I have never claimed to be a very good boyfriend. I knew I did things I wasn’t supposed to do, and I wasn’t exactly proud of the fact that I kept some secrets from my mate. Perhaps it was a little self-centered to think about my needs first and foremost all the time, but then again, bears didn’t exactly have a reputation for being the most kind and thoughtful species. Sure, we could be cuddly and loving, but we could just as easily be rough and brutal when we needed to be. I would put myself in the middle somewhere, but… only now that I feared something bad had happened to John, did I really start to sense just how crazy things had truly gotten.

Luckily, the stuffed blue jay was still perched right where he always had been, with that little bow around his neck hiding the small camera opening pretty well. I reached up and grabbed onto it, much like I had done most days after John left for work, and hooked it up to my computer. It had certainly recorded something as the file was there staring back at me clear as day, but when I opened it up to watch it, I felt my heart sink a little bit.

I skipped ahead to where John was on all fours on the bed, holding himself open and wagging his rump back towards the door, but after a moment it seemed that the video got some kind of interference. Static started to appear all over the image, and in a few seconds, it was garbled enough to where I couldn’t make out a single thing. Not even the audio worked as it was all just a long hiss of noise. Even worse was the fact that the video jumped ahead a good hour or so in a sudden flickering moment, as the timestamp on the recording suddenly shifted. Only then did the picture clear up, leaving nothing but an empty bed in the shot for many hours to come.

I had never had problems with the camera before, not in all the years I’d been using it, and I couldn’t believe I’d had such bad luck this time. It could only mean one thing - someone knew there was a camera, and something bad must have happened to John. I couldn’t imagine who might have found him though. I’d never told anyone about the camera, and even if I did post a few clips online from time to time, there wasn’t enough info to really let anyone figure out who the blue jay was, or even where we lived.

I knew I had to call the police and at least report him missing, just in case it really was something serious. For all I knew he could’ve been kidnapped and tied up in someone’s basement. Maybe he'd just be left there until morning, but I didn’t want to take that risk and become a suspect myself if he didn’t come home. I gathered up my breath and made the call, soon greeting a sleepy police officer outside my home and giving him the story, leaving out the camera part as I didn’t think that’d help. I had no leads or anything, and the officer told me he’d keep an eye out, but that most of these cases get solved in a day or two with the person showing back up. That at least put me a little bit at ease as I made my way back inside and wiggled myself into bed, thankful that I could get myself to sleep with all the thoughts about John on my mind.

Morning came quickly, at least morning for me, but I woke up to the sound of my alarm and not to John. I crawled out of bed and into the living room, half expecting to see him there, but nothing had changed since I went to sleep. I picked up the phone and gave another worried call to the police to update them, but there was little else I could do besides get myself ready for work.

John never came back as those nervous hours turned to days without even a word or any sort of ransom note or anything. He had just vanished. It left me feeling rather empty as I hadn’t realized just how much I’d actually miss him until he was gone. It wasn’t just that I didn’t have the porn to fap to anymore, it was the fact that the house felt so… empty with only me there. I loved John without a doubt, even if we weren’t the best couple. I hadn’t even watched any more of our TV show as I was hoping he’d come back, but the longer it took, the less and less hope I seemed to have.

Just before I felt the last of my hope drain away, I finally found a clue. It wasn’t much, and I had just barely noticed it out of the corner of my eye at first, but as I came home after work, I noticed there was something staining the bedsheets on my bed. I flicked on the lights and slowly made my way over, standing in front of the bed to look down at what it was. There was a word staring back at me as clear as day, written in what seemed a light blue and rather goopy substance.

HELP