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Birthday Buffet

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Canimus found himself highly frustrated. Frustrated with a busy schedule for work, which hadn't left him with much personal time as of late. Always tight deadlines to meet in the music business. The last few weeks had him seriously considering giving up the gig with "Fang and Claw" and switching to contract work where he could largely control his own schedule.

Work frustration was not the only thing bothering the smilodon. Despite taking place last month, the pool party at Nathan's house felt like it was ages ago, and he hadn't had any one night stands or even heavy flirting in the meantime. Nor had he attained much relief from occasional masturbation, not after his peyote-fueled, out-of-body, seed-sowing feral experience with Lanela. No time to make a trip to the Grand Canyon park to try to find her, although she was still very much at the front of his mind and likely the main reason why he hadn't hooked up lately.

Most depressing was the imminent arrival of his birthday, an age that carried no special significance other than to serve as a reminder that he was still without a permanent mate and offspring. Canimus expected he would do the same thing he had done for the last two birthdays, get a nice ribeye steak and some beer and just be a couch potato for the evening.

Before he tucked into bed on his last night as a twenty-seven year old, Canimus checked his phone for any texts or voicemails from his friends. He was delighted to see a message from his friend and bandmate Jay B., the bassist for Fang and Claw.

The text read: "Hey man, I hope you don't already have birthday plans tomorrow. Clara and I want to invite you over for dinner and drinks to celebrate."

Excellent, Clara was going to be there too.

Canimus was relieved that he wouldn't have to spend another boring birthday evening alone, and quickly sent a reply back confirming he was available. He looked forward to spending some quality time with the blue jay and his leopardess girlfriend.

Canimus spent most of his birthday working at the recording studio, although he would have much preferred to be able to take the day off to relax. He was pleasantly surprised when Jay B. and Nathan stopped by to hang out for a while with him and preview a couple new tracks.

Nathan was known for birthday gifts of single malt Scotch whiskey that matched the age of the recipient, and this year was no exception. "May it loosen your tongue and your inhibitions," Nathan always said. As appreciative as he was, Canimus also found it quite amusing because those gifts were going to get much more expensive to buy as the years progressed. He found it difficult not to reply "may it also loosen your wallet."

Later that evening Canimus showered, brushed his teeth including the two large saber fangs, and put on some nice dress clothes. He rarely got to see Clara, and wanted to make a good impression. He made his way over to Jay B.'s house, the expensive bottle of Scotch in hand. Might as well share it with friends now, rather than save it for a rainy day.

Jay B. answered the door for his smilodon friend, his other half busy in the kitchen. Canimus noticed his feathers looked a little ruffled and he had a certain gleam in his eye, and suspected that the blue jay had already started some alcoholic celebration without him. He held up the bottle of whiskey that he brought, and Jay B. nodded and went to get a couple glasses.

He reappeared with Clara alongside, who was wearing a rather revealing pink skirt and halter top that hugged her curves. The outfit allowed her to show off a majority of her beautiful contrasting rosettes. She greeted Canimus with "Happy 28th birthday!" and he gave her a polite kiss on the cheek as she returned the same. He could smell a trace of blueberry from the fur shampoo she used.

"Dinner will be ready in 5 minutes," Clara said as she returned to the kitchen. Canimus couldn't help himself from staring at her ass as she departed. Her spotted tail swished in an almost teasing manner above those toned buttocks.

He snapped out of his momentary distraction and saw Jay B. smirking at him and presenting a glass of Scotch. "I thought you might enjoy that outfit. They usually do."

Canimus gladly accepted the glass and took a sip, while questioning to himself who Jay B. meant by "they."

Dinner started off without a hitch. Clara had prepared some delicious pan-seared salmon as the entree, and Canimus made a mental note that he should try to eat more fish instead of red meat.

"How do you like the fish?" Clara inquired of the two males at the table, once they had consumed a majority of their portion. She seemed a bit fidgety and had barely made it through half of hers.

"Wonderful," said Canimus, "I need to get the recipe from you, this is something else."

"I'd peg it at a 7 out of 10" contributed Jay. "Might be a little too pink for my tastes, though" he joked, and he stuck out his pink tongue at his mate to demonstrate.

"Oh, you think you're only getting a 7 for dinner?" quipped Clara. "And I know exactly how much pink makes your mouth drool."

Canimus could certainly detect a bit of sexual tension between the blue jay and leopard. He knew from Jay B's past drunken stories that Clara was quite the adventurous lover, and the bird often joked about getting other guys to take his place because she wore him (and his ass) out. Canimus always thought he was exaggerating for comedic effect, but now, sitting at the same table as the two lovers, he was rapidly changing his conclusion.

"Hey Canimus, let me get a carnivore's opinion... if you had to choose between a thick red slab of meat and a juicy pink filet of fish, which would you prefer?" asked Clara.

"Some people like chicken drumsticks..." Jay B. half-muttered, half-whined.

"I uhm-- we are talking about food here, right guys?" said Canimus with hesitation.

"Mmm yes, food... if you were at a high-end buffet and could pick any of those items, which would it be?" inquired Clara, who licked her lips in a way that implied the question was very much not about food.

"Well, if it's a buffet I suppose I could just have some of each, right? Isn't that the point of going to a buffet?" the smilodon replied, eyebrows raised.

"Yes, that is the right answer," said Clara, as she bit her bottom lip and exchanged a meaningful glance with her boyfriend.

It was Jay B.'s turn to speak up: "We like to say this is a 3-course dinner party. You've already had one course, and the other two are right here across the table."

The two hosts did not turn to face each other, nor exchange any additional words. They were both looking squarely at their guest and waiting for a reaction.

Canimus' eyes darted between Jay B. and Clara and his heart pounded as realization hit. This was not just some friendly birthday dinner celebration... Jay B. had lured him here until false pretenses so that sabertooth kitty would be on the menu!

He pushed his chair back from the table and started to hurriedly excuse himself. He began to thank the hosts for a lovely dinner as he simultaneously shuffled toward the doorway. His mind raced as he imagined how this scenario must have played out for some of Clara's other "victims" that he'd heard about from Jay.

The leopardess stood up as well, and turned her ass toward Canimus' side of the table. She pulled her skirt halfway down, bent over, and flagged her long tail up to present her very pantiless, very aroused, very wet cunt and her tight puckered anus. She planted her ass right on the edge of the dining table and growled over her shoulder at Canimus "don't you know it's extremely rude to leave uneaten food on your plate!"

The words stuck in Canimus' throat for several awkward seconds of silence. How was he supposed to respond to that? The twitching erection in his pants knew how it wanted to respond, and it wasn't going to just offer up some polite excuse.

He had not noticed Jay B. get up from the table and circle around to his side, so mesmerized he was by the next course splayed out in front of him. The blue jay came up behind him, reached around and grabbed Canimus' bulging crotch, and whispered in his ear "yeah, I thought so... she's not even in heat and look at the effect you've had on her. She already knows the effect she's had on you... it's the same for every guy we invite over. Her sexual appetite really is insatiable, that's why we favor the buffet metaphor."

Canimus mewled, highly turned on and overwhelmed by the situation, and surprised by Jay's boldness. Jay continued with "You already know once I get a few drinks in me, anything can happen. The fact you didn't recoil in disgust when I groped you confirms a suspicion I've had for a while." Canimus blushed, unaware that he had somehow been discovered as bisexual.

Canimus finally found his voice and asked "What gave me away?"

Jay explained "Your reactions and comments at Nathan's party made me suspicious, so I stole a look at some of your older text messages when you were using the restroom at the recording studio. If I hadn't found anything, this would have been a rather vanilla dinner party." He continued "I was almost 100% certain you were texting a guy when you mentioned how eager you were to have his 'hefty balls unloading in your muzzle', but I needed to confirm it wasn't just role playing fantasy."

Canimus stammered a few expletives and wanted to be upset with Jay for spying, but Clara had started teasing him from across the room. She was slowly working a couple fingers in and out of her pussy, while remaining in her bent-over position. A few drops of lust spattered onto the edge of the mahogany table as she brought her hand up to take a sample taste of her juices.

As the big cat and his nosy coworker continued to stare, Clara said to them without stopping or turning around: "Why don't you guys kiss and make up? Then you can come give me a kiss."

Canimus quickly thought to himself about the potential professional consequences with Jay B. if he carried through with this fantasy, and part of him decided it was worth the risk. The same part that was begging for Clara to be pressed up against his pelvis, instead of the table.

Canimus turned to Jay and said "I've never kissed a bird before, how does that even work?" Jay chortled and said "Oh, she didn't mean kiss on the beak" as he pulled down his trousers. "You can still back out now, but just know we have a special treat for the birthday guest of honor if you decide to see this through".

A well-timed moan from the preoccupied leopardess motivated Camimus to ask "what kind of special treat?" He nervously looked around and tried to avoid gazing down at the jay's package.

Without losing a beat Clara called out "Normally the male or female that we invite over is --Hnnng-- submissive to me, and they have no choice in the matter. I love being --Ahhh-- dominant and forceful with them, which usually involves pegging or toy play, and then Jay gets to --Gasp-- fuck me silly once I'm all riled up and my blood is boiling."

She paused her fingering and said with an excited tone in her voice "However, since this is a special occasion with it being your birthday and all... you and Jay will be swapping roles from our usual routine, assuming you stick around." At that last part she used both hands to spread open her labia and show Canimus exactly where she wanted him. The smilodon wasn't surprised to see that she had a small silver ring piercing her clitoral hood.

Canimus' head buzzed with arousal. He thought on it for a moment and asked Clara "So you're positive you aren't in heat? You know that feline barbs and condoms don't play well together..."

Clara stood up, walked over to Canimus and shoved him down onto his knees, hands still wet from her manual exploration. "I changed my mind, you're going to kiss me first and answer your own damn question." She grabbed the back of Canimus' head and forced his maw into her nethers. "Breathe in deep and give me your expert opinion."

Canimus inhaled her musk and did not detect any trace of her being in season. Just the delightful scent of a hedonistic minx.

As he went to shake his head and pull away, Clara clamped her thighs on the sides of his head to prevent him from moving. The tips of his saber teeth dimpled her spotted hide, but not sharply enough to be painful. She grabbed a handful of his dark orange mohawk fur and pulled it taut as she exclaimed "you should get a good taste too, just to make sure your sense of smell is up to par."

Canimus conservatively lapped up some of her juices and brushed her clit a few times with his tongue before she let him go and backed away. Clara made a throaty purring sound and said "can't let myself get too excited from a kiss; the main course has yet to come."

Canimus stood up only to find his head grabbed once again, this time by an aroused blue jay who groomed his lover's remaining juices off the feline's face. As he finished, Jay asked "so what did you decide? We still don't have a clear answer from you."

"I'm ready, willing, and able" uttered Canimus, with more confidence than he expected. He immediately regretted using such a cliché phrase.

Clara switched to an overly sultry voice "oh we know you're able, but the jury is still out on those first two items." She pointed to his dress slacks and then the floor, with a wink.

Canimus removed his clothes as Clara eyed his tawny fur hungrily, and Jay finished removing what was left of his. Clara pulled her skirt back up and removed her halter top to reveal a black semi-transparent bra. The sight of the dark fur around her nipples caused a surge of desire in Canimus that did not go unnoticed. "You guys go ahead and get started, I have a few things to set up" Clara giggled, as she turned and exited the dining room.

Jay chimed up next, saying he also needed to go retrieve something from the bathroom. Canimus, left momentarily alone, debated whether he was really "willing" as he claimed just a minute ago. He hated to abuse the single malt in such a manner, but he quickly drank another glass to help loosen up. Things were going to be different between him and and the bird after tonight, of that he had no doubt.

Jay returned with a curious apparatus that looked similar to an athlete double mouthguard, but custom shaped to fit his blue jay beak. "I know you said before you don't like beaks, but this might help change your mind. Wouldn't want those barbs getting snagged on any sharp edges" he winked. He inserted the molds and snapped his beak closed a couple times to demonstrate the oval gap that remained in the center. "These have a very special feature, it quadruples the cost but so far I've received extremely positive feedback."

"So who's doing the kissing first?" asked Canimus, eager to find out about this special feature that Jay was touting.

"Normally Clara demands the guest go first, if they get to play with me at all" Jay explained. "We've had some incidents previously with people that suddenly weren't interested in getting pegged after they came in my beak. In this case however, since I'm the one getting pegged, I'd say it's appropriate that I go first."

"That sounds reasonable to me," said Canimus as he shrugged. "Where do you want to do this?'

"Follow me," said Jay. He went out to the sunroom on the back of the house, with floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

"You want to do this here?" said the saber cat, incredulously. "What if one of the neighbors sees us?"

"Oh, at least one of them is likely to see us. We have quite a local following of our 'dinner party' antics." the bird said. "They're not the ones you should be concerned about, though" as he pointed to the digital video camera mounted on the ceiling.

A chill ran through Canimus. This whole situation was already outside his comfort zone, and now it was going to be documented and streamed to persons unknown? He was also learning things about his bandmate that he didn't really want to know. The logical, reasonable part of his brain was urging him to abort, even if it meant insulting his two friends.

"If it makes you feel any better, we've been doing this the last couple of years with no negative fallout. It's not for financial gain, all of our subscribers just trade fetish content with us... no money changes hands."

It did not make the big cat feel particularly better. However, he kept picturing that perfect leopardess rear and how badly he needed some sexual gratification. He thought back to his first encounter with Lanela in the wilderness, and how much he would have regretted doing the responsible thing and ignoring her demands.

"Ok, so there's at least one camera pointed at us. Any other surprises I should know about?" Canimus interrogated.

"Yeah... your cum will be sold to the highest bidder" Jay teased, then quickly followed with "nah just kidding with ya, I always swallow."

The bird pointed to a wicker chaise that had been... modified a bit from its original design. Each armrest sported a small leather restraining strap, and there was one large adjustable strap for the feet that could be slid along the lounge to accommodate different height occupants.

"What's with the restraints... aren't you just going to be sucking me off?" asked the smilodon. Gods, it was weird to uttering those words to a friend he'd known for years.

"Well, remember that 'special feature' I mentioned earlier," said Jay. "It tends to make some people a bit... jumpy." He pulled aside a clump of his chest feathers to reveal a large scar. "Black bear... I learned better after that accident."

Canimus wondered how many different species had been a part of the couple's polyamorous games. He also now had a strong suspicion of what the "special feature" was in the strange bird-beak mouthguard, and it made him reluctant to lay down on the chaise. He made a very feline sounding whine and looked at Jay with reticence.

"Dude, it's going to be fine... it's just really intense" he argued. "Here, let me show you something."

The bird grabbed his laptop off the end table and scrolled through a long list files until he found the one he wanted to show off. He handed the computer to Canimus, who nervously watched the video clip named "Xavier" that was recorded from the same ceiling camera he was shown earlier.

The video showed a large gray wolf standing next to Jay, who Canimus presumed must have been Xavier. He was wearing a leather muzzle and had his paws handcuffed behind his back. He had a pink shirt on, but the smilodon couldn't make out if there was any text or logo on it. The wolf's cock was already erect with his knot spilled out of its sheath, and behind the knot a thin leash had been attached. The other end of the leash went outside the camera frame, but the sabertooth cat already knew who was holding onto it.

Jay removed the leash from the wolf and led him over to the chaise. Rather than having him sit down normally, Jay reclined the back of the chair so that it lay flat. He whispered something in the lupine's ear, and the wolf laid down on the chaise with his cock underneath, pressing into the cushion on top of the wicker. The blue jay used a remote control to zoom the camera in to focus on Xavier's ass. He then lifted up the fluffy tail and used his hands to spread the wolf's ass cheeks.

Canimus could immediately tell that this video was recorded after Clara had finished with poor Xavier. He blurted out "why did you want to show me this clip?"

Jay was sitting in one of the patio chairs, idly stroking his avian member with his mind obviously focused somewhere else. Canimus grabbed a nearby drink coaster and threw it at the bird's ruffled chest. "yo, is this the wrong video or what?"

"Oh, just keep watching... you'll see."

The bird in the video opened a drawer in the end table and removed an impressively large canine dildo and bottle of lube. After quickly prepping the toy, he inserted it gently into the wolf's rectum, until the knot was pressed up against his hole. With a bit of additional effort he was able to get it fully inserted, and tugged on it a few times to demonstrate that it was secure.

The wolf then got up off the chaise, Jay returned the seat back to its regular 30 degree position, and then had him sit back down in the normal orientation. The bird unhooked the handcuffs and then fastened the leather restraints around the wolf's wrists and ankles. In this position and with the camera still zoomed, Canimus could see that the pink shirt he was wearing said "Anally ravaged but all I got was this lousy T-shirt."

Jay zoomed the camera back to its default setting which showed the entire wolf and surrounding tile of the sunroom. He picked up the beak guard molds from the end table, pushed a button on the inside edge of each one, and then inserted them into his mouth. He approached Xavier's crotch at a right-angle as seen from the top, so that the camera could capture a view of the face, arms, part of the torso, and legs.

As soon as his beak touched the tip of the wolf's member, the muzzled head strained upwards and his hands balled up into clenched fists. As he took more of the dick into his mouth, Xavier's legs started spasming in their restraint. Jay kept his first oral stroke short for the benefit of the wolf, but he resumed a few seconds later and made the lupine endure four slow strokes on the second go-around. This time when he pulled his head away, Canimus could see a steady stream of precum leaking out of the fully engorged staff.

Jay teased the wolf once more with ten slow strokes, savoring the slow but steady flow of pre that he was quickly swallowing. Xavier's balls were pulsing as though in the midst of orgasm, although no such thing had occurred yet.

Before continuing, Jay whispered something else into the wolf's ear. Xavier nodded his head, and the bird removed the leather muzzle. In lieu of the muzzle, Jay retrieved a thick wooden dowel for the lupine to bite down upon.

After placing the dowel, he removed both of his mouthguard pieces and pressed the buttons one more time. He very carefully re-inserted them into his beak, making sure to avoid touching the small electrodes that lined the oval orifice. Jay got into position above the slick, angry wolf cock. He gave a thumbs-up to the wolf and waited for another confirmation nod before plunging his beak down to the top of the knot.

To say that Xavier looked like he was having a seizure would be an understatement. It looked like he was undergoing electroshock therapy, because that's essentially what was happening--just on a smaller scale. His head and all four limbs spasmed violently as Jay began to stroke his cock with his beak. The previous record was five seconds, and the blue jay hoped this large wolf might be able to hold out longer. The pulsating dick in his mouth was swelling up even more and continuing to spew precum onto his tongue. The knot, already too large for the bird to attempt to accommodate, was enormous and positively throbbing.

This was the part that Jay enjoyed the most. Having them right there at the edge of climax, scared and unable to remove themselves from the situation until it resolved itself. Like a rollercoaster that's taken you slowly and calmly to the top of the peak, and you suddenly decide you want to exit before the stomach-lurching drop.

There was no emergency exit platform for Xavier.

Eight seconds. The gray wolf made it eight fucking seconds before he exploded. There's no way Jay would have known the duration except for the recorded video, because at that moment his world became a torrent of thick lupine cum. Four things happened almost simultaneously: the wooden dowel that was securely clenched in the wolf's jaws broke into three pieces. The large canine dildo that was knotted in Xavier's rear shot out of his ass like a projectile and landed on the tile floor. The wolf gave the most extreme howl of his life, and a burst of seed hit the back of Jay's throat so hard he jerked his head back and the mouthguard pieces fell out onto the ground.

Not that it mattered, they were done serving their purpose for this encounter.

Several thick ropes of cum flew out of Xavier's cock before Jay managed to get his beak positioned to catch the remainder. True to his word, he certainly did swallow. A large quantity in this case. The wolf looked completely drained as he lay on the chaise, limbs still secure, balls still twitching from the residual electrostimulation effects. The blue jay lay draped across his chest, beak and feathers stained white with wayward drops of wolf essence.

The clip ended and Canimus passed the laptop back to his friend, mouth agape.

"See, I told you it was intense," Jay said.

--End of Part 1--

By Soulimbibe