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Happy Birthday, Big Guy

A Rocks Off short story

By Bunny Hops

Koln stumbled into the unlit stairwell of his apartment, barely being able to walk up the steps without his thick, wide shoulders rubbing up against each wall. Light from the street shone through the scratched and dirty glass of the window set in the door, illuminating his way up the familiar steps. His ears usually bumped up against the ceiling with each step, and every now and again--usually when he was coming back home after a couple of drinks with his friends--he'd forget himself and crack his skull on the low ceiling as he bounded up the steps.

But not today. The thickly muscled German draft horse slowly walked up the stairs, his head hanging in defeat as it had been for weeks. Koln had recently gotten a promotion and his managers--seriously, who the fuck needs three managers?--expected that he prove himself worthy of the measly three percent raise that came with the promotion, which meant that he'd been putting in sixty to seventy hour weeks for the past month and was still several weeks behind schedule. Putting in eleven to twelve hour days and coming into work on the weekends was wearing heavily on his body and mind; he didn't know how much longer he could take. At least it was midwinter, so it wasn't like there was much going on besides the occasional ski trip he couldn't afford to go on anyway and the chance to be lazy and gluttonous and not feel guilty about it.

He fumbled with his keys before the deadbolt finally slid back and the door gave way to the well lit room. Before even stepping inside, he tossed his keys across the way to the bamboo salad bowl on the table where they resided when not hiding somewhere in the deep pit of his pocket. They clamored as they collided with his wife's set, already in the bowl.

He slide off his jacket and reached into the apartment to hang it on the coat rack as he stepped inside. With one hoof past the door his wife, Tulua, a beautiful South American brush finch with vibrant yellow breast feathers, silky anthracite colored face back and wings, and a tuft of fiery orange head feathers, handed her husband a beer. The beer was an imperial porter brewed many states away and adorned with the name and image of a mysterious arctic sea beast. It was one of his recent favorites.

"How was your day dear?" Tulua asked, her brown eyes beaming with youthful energy and excitement as usual.

Koln took a swig of his dark beer before speaking, "I'd rather not talk about work."

He made his way to the futon, which had been their bed until six months ago when they finally scrounged up enough money for a proper mattress and box spring. With crippling student loan debt between the two of them, his job as an engineer and hers as a radiological equipment technician still only managed to pay the bills and little more. It wasn't like they were living paycheck-to-paycheck, but at times it felt that way.

"I'm so exhausted I don't even think I can get out of these stifling work clothes," he said, tugging at his collar.

The draft horse was wearing black sacks, a burgundy shirt, and, only because he had a presentation to Upper Management today, a black tie. His wore his clothes well; they were tight against his thick musculature, but not so tight that they stretched at the seams. Koln was self-conscious about his fashion sense and always dressed professionally; what he wore now fit to it. His long black hair and hoof feathering were a close to the shade of black as his shoes, pants, belt, and tie, but not too close that they disappeared entirely into the fabric. The rest of his fur matched well with his shirt, the color of coffee and merlot mixed together. Such fashion sense was difficult to properly execute shopping clearance racks and sales, but Koln managed somehow.

Tulua walked over to her husband. With Koln sitting and Tulua standing they were almost the same height. The size difference between the equine and the avian had made some interactions difficult in the past, but they loved each other too much to make any fuss about it.

"Since you insist," the finch said as she loosened the draft horse's tie, "I could help you get out of these clothes."

She lifted the loosened tie over the collar, but then retightened it around the horse's thickly muscled neck, "I rather like the tie. I think it'll have to stay."

Koln, not content to just sit around and see what happens, leaned forward and kissed Tulua on her hard beak as she started to unbutton his shirt. With the one hand not holding a beer, he began to unbutton her blouse. Once fully unbuttoned, they helped each other out by slipping off the garments and tossing them to the side. Koln had finished his beer by the time he needed to expertly unhook Tulua's bra, but he did it one hoofedly regardless.

Even sitting he had to tip his head down to bury his muzzle in the plumage of his wife's cleavage as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants. He only wished that his wife had some nipples he could nip at playfully as he further undressed her. Still buried his Tulua's voluptuously feathery bosom, Koln slid his hoof down and followed his wife's lead, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants. She let them fall to the group, leaving her standing in front of him in nothing but her silk lined panties, white except for a little red rose embroidered on the front.

Tulua got a grip on Koln's pants and underwear, and--with a little help from the equine himself--she pulled her husband's slacks and boxer-briefs off and to the floor. Sitting on the futon in nothing but his black tie, the tip of his dick starting to slide out from its hiding spot in its sheath with a droplet of silky clear precum adorning the top like a little beacon, Koln wrapped his mighty arms around his tiny wife.

He pulled her close and stepped out of his crumpled clothes while still planted firmly on the futon. He kissed her passionately as she giggled flirtatiously. As he slipped his hooves around the waistline of her panties he couldn't help but let them run up against her clit. Feeling her soft, warm, and wet pussy made his cock escape evermore from its fleshy hidey-hole.

He slipped her panties off and wrangled her to the futon, adjusting them both so that the bird was flat against the fabric looking up at her horse husband who snuggled up sideways against her, his dick visibly growing by inches with each passing second. Just like the rest of him, his dick couldn't be anything but massive.

Koln ran his hoof across Tulua's side until it had a fistful of plumage and breast. He squeezed tight, making the bird gasp not unpleasantly. Koln's cock twitched and a shingly globlet of precum dripped onto the bare part of Tulua's leg.

He arched his back dramatically to kiss his wife's beak, who reciprocated by pushing her muscular tongue into his mouth. With one hoof still massaging his wife's delicate and soft breast, he grabbed his dick with the other. Without looking down, he positioned his shaft up against his wife's wet pussy. From his vantage point he couldn't see how red, engorged, and ready it was, put from the simple bump of their two most sensitive areas his wife trembled with anticipation.

With a quick tightening of his ass the horse plunged into the birds pussy; the bird broke from the kiss to yell out in feverish euphoria as the girthy cock rubbed up and stretched every contour of her insides. Koln snorted out a steamy hot breath into the cold winter air of the apartment, barely able to contain himself as he entered his wife's tight hole. His tail was raised as he pulled back and pushed forward again, exposing the room to his puckered anus as the hair of his tail flowed jerkily with every movement.

He couldn't stand having his back arched so much and straightened it out, giving his wife a view of his chest. He looked down past his hanging black tie and she looked up so that they could still see the growing intense pleasure on each of their faces.

He huffed as he pushed into her, rubbing his knees on the synthetic fabric of the futon. His leg slipped and he kicked the metal tube that acted as an armrest, adding another dent to the mangled furniture. The draft horse was able to catch himself before completely collapsing onto the finch.

Tulua tapped his side with his wing and Koln pulled out; neither could hear the noise made by their sloppy bits pulling apart through their own heavy breathes. Awkwardly on the tiny futon Tulua climbed over her husband as he rolled onto his back, reversing their positions. He smiled up at his wife and she down at him; part of her smile was how absurd yet sexy her husband looked in nothing but a black tie tight around his thick neck that draped across his toned pectorals and into the deep shadows of his armpit.

Koln's cock was flat against his body, coming up to the bottom of his chest and leaving a wet smear the entire way. It was unclear whose wetness contributed to the smear more, but there was no denying each had given a little of themselves to the smear. On her wings and feet, Tulua slowly crawled up her husband's body, not unlocking her gaze from his. Her feathers were already ruffled from her time on her back; the disheveled look made Koln's cock perk up even more. As she crawled up the draft horse she pushed her body against his, rubbing her wet avian vulva up the hot bare skin of his throbbing cock the entire length until she was sitting on his chest with the flat tip of his dick up against her voracious pussy.

Koln took his wife's hips in his hooves and pushed her down as she screamed out in exaltation. He bit his lip as his own pleasure center was going into overdrive. He could feel his dick pulsing out a steady stream of precum, just as his wife felt herself gushing uncontrollably under the pressure of the cock filling her up her cavity.

Once she was in position at the base with his cock incomprehensibly tucked all the way inside the tiny bird, Koln released his grip. Not to be left without anything to do, his hooves fell naturally to his wife's chest to massage and play with her perky tits.

Tulua took to raising and lowering herself as high as she could manage, which wasn't very high at all. The result was a more subtle pleasure for the both of them, ramping up the excitement ever so slightly with each delicate movement. It was best that they took it slow, since how big he was and how tight she was, going too fast would have made them both cum way sooner than desired.

As they both rose up the hill of excite towards the inevitable climax, Koln pulled Tulua down on his chest, holder her tight against him so that they shared each other's warmth. In this position the bright colored finch couldn't move herself to please the stallion, but Koln didn't miss a beat picking up the slack.

He tightened his ass and jerked his hips, pounding his cock inside of her. His pace was quickening and his sexual desire becoming all the more ravenous; Tulua didn't mind in the least. With each carnal thrust she let out a high pitched squeak, her mouth neither fully open nor shut, as was the same with her eyes. Her orange tuft of headfeathers was ruffled and a feather or two hung over an eye which couldn't have been seductive if she planned it.

Koln grunted through clenched teeth each time he gave his wife a pounding. He could feel himself inching closer and closer to the point of no return. He hugged her tighter, feeling her soft breast squish against his tight chest.

Tulua called out a primeval avian squawk as her husband cock grinding past her clit finally did the trick, entering her mind into a world of uncontrollable ecstasy. Her fluids gushed more than they had been; a torrent of lubricant held back only by the massive cock inside of her. Her pussy contracted with each rapid heartbeat, shooting sudden bursts of electric glory throughout her body.

Tulua's sudden orgasm was just enough to send Koln of the edge. As her tight cunt contracted around his thick cock he let out a long steamy whinny and allowed himself to release. The first explosion of cum could only be described thusly: explosion. He pushed his wife down as the sudden burst of cream filled her up. Despite the tight fit a slug of semen squirted out of the opening, leaving an creamy off-white stain across the stallion's balls and leg, not to mention the futon and adjacent wall.

As Koln came and came again, Tulua shook with a second orgasm. She reveled at her husband's musky jizz coursing inside of her, making her feel full and satiated in the deep pit of her being. She had felt as if the stallion's cock filled her up so much that there wasn't room for anything else, but the sudden rush of thick warm fluid seeped and stretched into every little contour it could fill. The jizz was pouring down her inner thigh as Koln kept pouring his seed out in pulsating surges that her hole was unable to keep hold of.

The jizz excreting convulses slowed bit by bit, until the time between them stretched too long and they stopped all together. They laid there on the jizz smeared futon, panting away, Tulua wrapped in Koln's arms and he in her wings, each covered in the wet discharges of lovemaking. They did not feel spent, they felt fully satisfied. As Koln's long thick cock slowly shrank Tulua felt herself ramp up again as the stretching of her hole eased up.

The stallion shrank enough to pull his wife off of his cock, gushing an ocean of cum from her as he did so. His creamy white seed splashed over the side of the futon and onto the old beige carpet. They kissed as Koln's half erect cock flopped lazily to the side. The wet sluggy drips of semen went unnoticed.

"That was wonderful, honey," the horse said gazing lovingly into his wife's brown eyes.

"Happy birthday, big guy. You earned it."