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His mind raced with thoughts and images of horses, dragons, and other beasts, crowding around him. Each one was at full mast, cocks hard and glistening in the moonlight as they took turns shoving their members into any hole of his they could find. The room was full of the musky scent of every drake and stud one's mind could conjure up.

The scene was interrupted by the sound of fluttering wings jerking Spitey from his dream.

He shook his head and threw his covers off as he held himself; the wispy images of cocks of all shapes and sizes dissipating into his memory. He looked down and saw his own member was at full attention, precum dribbling down the length of it, a small moist spot on the area of his covers that was laying on that part of his body. He took in a deep, long breath to inhale the scents he'd emitted before reaching his talon down to wrap around the shaft.

Another sound of fluttering wings stole his attention from his cock, so he wiped the sleep from his eyes and looked around to see a tiny black and white raptor sitting on his window sill, staring at him with intense blue eyes.

Spitey stared back with a smirk, his hand stroking his foreskin up and down his shaft to expose his tapered tip. His green flesh was glistening, tiny beads of precum dribbling down the length, daring the bird to make a move. In one fluid motion, he slowly peeled the skin back and held it taut, forcing another gob of his natural lubrication to squeeze out the tip and splash in a puddle on his ballsack.

The bird cocked its head to the side and clicked its beak, hopping forward off the window sill to perch on the bed post. It flicked its tail upwards for balance before flaring its wings, talons digging into the wood. He let out a deep, rumbling chirp before hopping forward again, this time landing on Spitey's leg.

Spitey flinched a bit as he felt the sharpness of the bird's talons puncturing his scales. This startled the bird enough that it flutter hopped over to his other leg, only this time Spitey didn't flinch since he was expecting it. He held tight, gently stroking himself to smear the musky fluids up and down the palm of his hand, pressing the shaft down to angle the tip at the bird, hoping to entice him to come closer.

Shockingly, the bird did in fact step forward, one talon at a time up Spitey's thigh. The claws were poking into him through the thick scales on his legs, but he didn't mind. He didn't even mind when the bird leaned forward and used its beak to pinch at the fold of his foreskin, even though it was a little painful. The bird used his tongue to dart at the sweet fluids that were pooling at spitey's cock tip, like a hummingbird tasting nectar.

A gentle moan escaped Spitey's lips as he laid his head back, his hand instinctively pushing his member downward toward the gentle prods of the bird's tongue. He even felt the tip of the beak slip up his urethra a bit to further suckle at the source of the sweet nectar. That hurt a bit, as he wasn't expecting it, but that didn't stop him from bucking his hips up into it.

Curious, he reached out with his moist, cummy hand and stroked at the bird's neck, feeling the warmth of the feathers tickling his digits. As he leaned forward, he got a blast of warm avian scent tickling his nostrils, coaxing a rumbling moan from him. His eyes rolled back up in his head as he reached around to under the tail of the avian visitor, parting the feathers to expose the already-moist cloaca dribbling precum on his fingertip. HE pulled his hand away and gave it a lick, sampling the flavors before rubbing his member again to collect his fluid so he could once again use it to rub at the bird's backside.

The avian guest seemed to enjoy that attention, so he lifted his tail up high and leaned back into Spitey's fingers with enough pressure for a single digit to slip into his cloaca. He wagged his hips a bit and sat down, a wide grin on his beak and eyes as he squeezed down on the fingertip.

Spitey growled in delight as the avian's cloaca massaged his digit; he curled it up to put pressure on the bird from within, gently thrusting it in and out with ease, every motion loosening the avian's backside a little more. Of course, the more he played with the tender and stretchy hole, the more he thought about what that warm flesh would feel like peeling his foreskin back, swallowing his cock up. IT would fit, he could tell.

He brought his other hand up to rest it against the bird's wing, holding him in place and pinning him against his other forearm. He was testing to see if the bird tried to flee or panicked, but it didn't. Once it was clear this little visitor wasn't scared of Spitey, he gently grabbed either side of his torso, pinning wings against his sides. HE lifted the bird up and angled it in such a way that his cock was pressed up against the puckered cloaca.

To his absolute delight, the raptor didn't flinch, didn't flutter, and didn't make any startled noises. On the contrary, it actually lifted its tail and folded both legs up tight against his belly, perfectly exposing himself to the thick cock tip that was pressing against the feathers of his rump.

Spitey took in a deep breath and held the bird tight as he forced it down onto his cock, the tiny hole peeling his foreskin back to have his glans slip inside, expanding within the bird's vent. He kept pushing deeper and deeper until the avian's rump had fully swallowed his length, the tailfeathers tickling his thighs and balls.

He let go, hoping the bird would stay put a moment as he shifted in his bed, trying to get a better angle. The bird stayed on place, even when he was completely let go; he just stayed there, nestled up against Spitey's belly, his cloaca twitching gently at the base of the dragon's cock.

Spitey couldn't help but tense his cock, the veins in it throbbing against the rapid heartbeat of the avian's backside. He gently grabbed at the bird's sides again, holding it in place and pulling him off his cock, slowly feeling his foreskin smothering his tapered tip again. Before it was fully out, he pushed the bird back down, the tight hole peeling the foreskin back tight.

Up and down the bird was forced, his tender rump twitching and clenching in a steady, rhythmic pulse in time with the motions of Spitey's strokes. Every time, all but the tip and a few folds of foreskin would be pulled out - a thick gooey slime dribbling out the cloaca to make a mess of Spitey's belly - before being violently and aggressively forced back down, the soft flesh of his rump end and tail feathers splashing in the fluids on his legs.

The utter heat of the bird's flesh combined with the tightness and twitching muscle contractions brought Spitey to climax after only a few minutes of aggressive thrusts. He curle dhis toes and dug is talons into the bird's side as he forced the avian's entire body down on his cock. The especially deep thrust made the bird squirm and writhe a bit, only to have the cloaca squeeze tighter than it had before, practically sucking a thick stream of cum from his balls.

Spitey grunted and bit down on his lip as he felt his seed filling the tight cloaca, the pressure threatening to squirt out around his shaft and soak his member.

He collapsed in a heap, chest heaving as he laid his head back, his arms falling to his side to leave the bird's hole resting gently on his member. His cock throbbed again, the pressure urging the bird to dig his claws into Spitey's belly and stand up, slowly pulling his body off the member that was parting his cloaca.

The very moment Spitey's tip popped from the bird's hole, an eruption of cum exploded out from it, splattering the underside of the bird's tail feathers and landing in tiny puddles all over his belly. A single strand of cum trailed from the gaping hole to the wrinkled tip of foreskin that hung from Spitey's glans.

He was about to reach around to finger the bird, when it hopped around, exposing the pink sphincter of his gaping cloaca right at Spitey's face - still twitching with pleasure and spewing tiny gobs of sharp-smelling avian cum all over Spitey - as he brought his beak to the reptile's leaking cock tip to clean him up.

The scent was powerful, stabbing Spitey in his nostrils as he felt the bird's beak pecking at and licking around his deflating cock. The musk was powerful, so much so that he felt his excitement rising again and he grabbed the bird's tail feathers and yanked them up, burying his muzzle deep under the cloaca, his tongue prodding at the flesh and plunging deep to taste the cum that was being shot into his mouth.

Suddenly, he heard the fluttering of two more pairs of wings on his windowsill, distracting him. He gulped down the cum nervously as two more raptors stared at him, one a creamy golden color, the other a rusty red with gold and black feather tips.

His morning was just getting started.