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#3 of Caging a Bird
Chase wasn't even aware he had dozed off, but he awoke in Jack's arms. He felt at peace in the lion's arms; they were big enough to fully hold him, cradle him, keep him warm....
"Afternoon, sleepyhead." Jack tells him, licking the back of his neck with that rough tongue that now sent fire through Chase's veins. "We should get you showered and find something for you to wear, then Andy-er, Dr. Bind can look you over."
Chase could feel something warm, hard, and right behind his thighs. He knew what it was automatically, and grinds back on to it with a mischievous smile. "What's that?" He asks innocently. Why did he want it again? His mind let out a short wave of hate at Jack before the large feline lets out a rumbling purr and quells sharp edge of the animosity, but not the emotion itself. "I still don't know how I feel about what you did. I love you and I don't know you. And you took advantage of me."
"You just admitted how you feel, though. You love me. Who cares who how well we know each other? Now lets get you clean so we can make sure you're healthy." Jack adds a light smack to Chase's side to urge him up, and the dove slowly rises. There was a phantom throbbing inside of him, as though Jack were still inside of him. His cloaca still hurt enough for Jack to be.....
Getting the shit fucked out of him left Chase weak, in addition to in pain. He slowly eases his legs over the side of the bed and starts to stand, but Jack watches how shaky his motions are and halts him. "Let me carry you, babe. Just fold your wings." The lion offers, then puts a hand on Chase's ass and curls his thick fingers between Chase's legs. For such a bad (in more ways than one) grip, he effortlessly supports the majority of Chase's weight.
Walking was a little awkward for Chase with both wings folded, and he finds himself using the far one for balance while Jack ushers him into the bathroom, and then adjusts his grip to hold Chase up by the waist while the naked, mostly-human hybrid stands in the shower on shaky legs. He starts playing with the dial to get the water to the right temperature, and can feel the lion lowering himself down.
Paying little attention to Jack's changes in position, Chase lets the water wash over him, letting out a soft moan. It was a good thing Jack was holding him up, or he would fall right over from the force of the spraying shower, but it felt quite good against muscles sore from exertion. And it felt good lapping over his abused cloaca, lightly rubbing the insides as it probed....
"What the hell are you doing?" Chase demands, so startled by his realization he jumps. Jack doesn't let his hands fly off, but instead keeps Chase up at the apex of his leap. His feline face gives a wicked grin.
"I'm just licking you, sweety.... Calm down and wash yourself off. And if you drop the soap, your ass is mine." There was a playful note in that 'threat,' which brings a smile to Chase's lips. It was all play; like most hospitals, the shampoo and soap were both liquid, and in push-dispensers on the shower wall.
"I thought it was, anyway. You did kinda steal it...." He couldn't help but flirt back. There was something about that powerful lion crouching down, looking up, his dauntingly muscular body getting wet from the shower, his tail sweeping lazily across the floor, and someone peeking out from between his crouching legs....
What was he doing? This time, his mind wasn't all clouded by sex hormones, and he could think much more clearly. He was a straight man, in love with another man who had tricked him, taken advantage of the situation, and raped him. Now, they were showering together and playfully flirting. "I can't do this. Jack, I need to think." Chase was on the verge of crying. What was wrong with him? Why could he forgive this? His head spins, and he grabs forward for the wall and sobs.
Instead of leaving him behind, after Jack sets Chase's feet back down he creeps over the dove from behind and pulls him close. He was still very much hard, despite Chase's breakdown, but he uses his height and feline flexibility to his advantage to keep his happy copilot from touching Chase. "Hey, Chase; baby. It's ok; awww shhhhhh it's ok...." One arm loops around the dove while the other pushes the dispenser and starts lathering Chase's body.
"Y-y-you took my l-l-life away. It w-wasn't much and y-y-y-you took it all...." Chase bawls. He tries to push Jack away with his wings, but the lion refuses and Chase gives up. "Fuck you, Jack! Go away!"
"Chase, I have so much I want to give you! I don't want you starving on the street, I don't want you to have to dance naked for ones and fives. I want to take care of you. I love you...." Jack insists, pulling Chase up and cradling the dove in his arms like an infant. Chase struggles at first, but then pushes his fast into Jack's mane and lets it out. "Chase, I know you love me now. What difference does it make how it happened? I love you, I love you, I love you...." Jack's repeated chant trails down into a whisper while Chase shakes and shivers.
"But you raped me! You forced me down and you hurt me!" Chase screams, hammering his fist down on a meaty chest. "Why me? Why did you have to rape me!? Why did you have to trap me!?"
Jack ignored the fists falling on him. If Chase were in his human form, those blows would have gotten old, but he was probably not yet aware he could change. "I've always loved you, Chase. I'll never do that again, I promise. Go on, baby; let it out, and then we'll make things better. Ok?"
Chase loses words, but keeps sobbing in the lion's arms. Jack takes the time to keep washing the dove's body. The initial change left one susceptible to environmental stresses, even if most microbial ones were now obsolete. If Chase was wet for too long, Jack worried he might catch cold. There were enough variations of that that not even hybridization protected against it.
Chase was pretty much an emotional wreck, so Jack had to shift the dove around to wash every inch of his skin. It would have been more fun if Chase wasn't dehydrating his body with all his tears.
The lion can't help but tongue Chase's cloaca when he sees it. Just a quick lick, to remind Chase how good sex had felt after that first time, but the dove makes no response to it. He made no response whatsoever until Jack was drying him off and he wraps his arms tightly around Jack's neck and renews his sobbing. Jack hugs him back after quickly slipping a towel in between them. His fur was still soaked, and he hadn't had a chance to jump to human form and dry off easily. No time like the present....
Chase slowly finds Jack shrinking, until he is hugging a much drier man his own size. He pauses in surprise, like it was the first time he had seen Jack change forms. The difference between the two forms seemed nominal. He drew as much comfort from this smaller version, was just as attracted and in love with it, and yet felt like this form had violated him just as much as the other. With the realization, he drops his arms and pushes Jack away, and for once Jack lets Chase win.
"Dry off, and I'll go find you something to wear." Jack offers, then quickly kisses Chase and leaves the dove with a towel naked on the bathroom floor. He runs off and finds a pair of scrubs around the size of his human form and returns with them only then realizing that Chase couldn't wear a proper shirt. He blushes, realizing his blunder, but then helps Chase in to the scrub bottoms and carries him back to the bed. Even in human form, Jack was surprisingly strong. He tucks the dove in under a thick blanket and kisses him again. "I'm sorry I hurt you, Chase. I know you won't forgive me, but I love you."
"I love you, too. I hate you, but I love you. Why can't I make up my mind?" Chase starts to blubber again, but Jack cuts off the sound by locking lips with Chase. The dove let out a surprised sound but raises no objection.
"Hang out here for a bit, sexy. You just went through a major shift; the doctor needs to examine you. Relax, Chase, and try to rest. I'll bring you some food, too. Rest; we'll get through this."
Dr. Bind was in his human form, but Chase could sense something unique about him. As a small, unassuming doctor examining his ears, nose and throat, something was missing. It was like he could only see part of the man.
"Your depression and mood swings are normal for now, Chase. Ok; other ear. Good, good; now roll over please." He requests, then when Chase complies he begins stretching out the dove's wings and pressing on them uncomfortably in places. When he finishes, he starts easing down the scrubs and starts poking around Chase's cloaca. The dove lets out a surprised sound, but the doctor ignores him. "Oh, Jack.... You were a little rough." He chides, looking over at the lion, who was currently in human form.
"I know, I know. I already applied the cream to him though." Jack replies guiltily, and then throws his hands up in the air. "You would have, too. He's so incredibly tight, so smooth inside, and so incredibly hot."
"And he's RIGHT HERE." Chase chimes in, gritting his teeth and submissively letting the doctor dig around at the surface of his hole. He lets out a cry but still doesn't resist when something lubricated, cold, and metal goes in. "What the hell is that? And what ever happened to giving me warning?"
"Chase, be quiet." The doctor orders. "Jack, you need to teach him how to shift back. Otherwise, he might hemorrhage next time you two get fuck him."
Jack furrows his eyebrows and steps closer and moves around to examine what Dr. Bind was talking about. He carefully prods his finger at something inside Chase's cloaca, and sends a blinding agony through the dove.
Gasping for breath, the dove was in too much pain to even scream. Jumping to his feet, Jack fetches another tube of the cream he had applied after he raped Chase and uses another squirting device to squirt the substance into Chase. Relief sets in quickly, but the material felt uncomfortable. Closing his legs, Chase pulls the scrubs back up and rolls on to his read. "Both of you; stay away from my asshole." He hisses, rubbing his gut.
"It's called a cloaca. Not all creatures distinguish between their reproductive and excretory orifices. Guess one tyoe which doesn't." The doctor dryly corrects him. "All right, Jack, teach your little dove something new. But feed him before, during, and after."
Shifting back, it turned out, was not as easy as Jack made it look, and it took a lot out of him.
Chase could feel something happening when he followed Jack's directions. As per directions, he was focusing on one part of his old body at a time: namely, his dick. He focused and focused, but the best he got was a tingle in the area where it used to be.
"You're doing fine." Jack assures him for the N-th time, breaking his concentration.
"Would you shut up?" Chase hisses, throwing the scrub pants at Jack. Jack had insisted Chase be naked while he tried to shift, and then had explained that Chase's human form was bigger than his avian one, and clothing wouldn't change to fit. Given the durability of the scrubs, Chase had elected to listen.
Closing his eyes, Chase focuses again. His forehead was sweating from concentrating so hard, and was tired of this, angry and in love with Jack, and a whole mix of other things....
He could feel something changing, and then there was pain. Lots of pain, and only pain. It burned every inch of his body, and his eyes open and plead with Jack to make it stop.
Jack, who was naked and in human form, reaches out and takes Chase's hand. Chase squeezes until both of their hands tremble with the tension. Then, so very quickly the pain is gone and Chase gasps for breath, whimpering.
"You did it, babe. You're human again. Well, mostly. Not bad for your first day." Jack tells him, sliding in and hugging the partially shifted avian. Chase was back to his normal height, but his wings were only half-way receded. A number of feathers had fallen out during the shift, as well. Chase's attention turns back to his original goal, and he drops a hand between his leg in search of his manbits. No dice, literally.
"That hurt worst than when you raped me! Is it going to be like that every time!?" Chase asks, still breathing heavily. Maybe he was better off just staying how he currently was. "How do you go through all that every time you change?"
"I don't. The next time will be much better, and in a few times it won't hurt at all. Your body has to learn that it has options, and then you have to work towards them. Now, how about we celebrate?" Jack replies, starting to grow. He stopped before his maximum size, and leaves out some of the feline traits. His hard member was still human; it just happened to be the size of the lion form one, and Jack kept his face more human. The hand he had clasped with Chase's forced the latter's grip open to accommodate the larger bones.
Chase remained passive until Jack moved his hand on to the hard shaft to those large, furry balls. Chase's head moved on its own, his mouth closing over the smooth member. He had never had another man's dick in his mouth before; before Jack, he had never directly touched another guy's junk, but it felt so natural, so good to put it in his mouth. Jack lets out a soft sigh, cupping a hand around Chase's cheek and pushing in to the dove's mouth. It didn't take long before Chase started to gag and choke. He doesn't give up just then, but keeps at it. He was determined to get Jack off with his mouth.
Jack was patient with Chase's attempts at fellatio, but after a few minutes he bends over and slides his tongue down Chase's crack. Like a cat lapping up water, Chase inverts the tip of his tongue and presses it in to the recovering cloaca. A combination of the cream and the shift had healed much or all of the damage, so Jack ruthlessly plunders the hole with his tongue. His body was pressed straight down on Chase's, forcing the dove to deep-throat and choke, but there wasn't room in Chase's mouth for the whole organ.
Finally freeing himself, Chase gasps for breath with his mouth half full of meat. His legs spasm from the skill of Jack's tongue. "Sucking's too hard; try something else." Chase mutters when he recovers from gagging. Without a moment's pause, Jack forces Chase around and plunges a finger where the weakened point in the new cloaca was. Chase yelps in surprise, but not pain.
Satisfied, Jack clamps his impressive canines down on the back of Chase's neck, making the dove go limp with a soft 'oh.' Next he holds Chase down and teases the surface of the ass/cloaca with the head of his penis. Chase moans with need, his body arching back under Jack to try to catch on to the member. "At some point, we need to start with foreplay." Jack teases, easing his way in to Chase.
The dove was too busy grunting to make any reply. His hands ball into fists at the considerable pain of the initial entry, but the pleasure that sets in almost immediately only made them ball up tighter. The internal ointment lubricated the fuck-stick enough that it slid in easily, even if Chase's insides were as tight around it as his fists. More than when he was more avian, Chase could feel every inch of the invading rod pushing in to him. He wiggled and squirmed, his body wanting to control the damage.
Jack pokes in past the second sphincter of the rectum; an organ Chase hadn't had either of the two preceding times. He hesitates, all of his limbs tightening up but his insides loosening. It hurt, for sure, but more than that he felt fully naked, fully vulnerable. He lets out a soft moan, which Jack answers with a heavily throated and much more authoritative one. Teeth move from Chase's neck to his shoulder and bite down enough to leave marks, but Chase's moan them doesn't indicate pain. He starts to move his arms around, but Jack restrains them, resulting in a wave of panic overwhelming Chase.
Sensing the fear, Jack releases his lover and starts to ease away, but Chase catches on to his hip. "I'm ok. Just don't restrain me." Jack nods and laps at the human skin between the now-vestigial wings, his hands creeping under Chase's chest to look for and pinch his nipples. Moaning, Chase legs slide a little further apart, and the partial-dove pushes his hips back to remind Jack to thrust. Jack could tell that Chase was angling the veiny member towards sensitive internal areas, letting the gentle strokes hit advantageous points.
Chase could feel his orgasm building inside of him. It still took some getting used to that it built up so deep inside of him, rather than just in an external cock. He pants out into the floor, the cheek he had on the tile leaving a patch of sweat beneath it. His voice goes raspy, and he allows Jack to muscle him off the floor and bend him over the side of the hospital bed.
Grabbing Chase's shrunken wings for leverage, Jack starts beating in to Chase's hole with reckless abandon. They grunt in a broken unison with the mated urge building inside them both, and Chase could tell that Jack was getting close, slowly but surely.
Had Jack been paying more attention, he would have had some warning of the off-white cream that came splashing out of Chase's rectum, messily running down both of their legs. He didn't precum much before the real deal, and he hadn't done that yet. Which meant....
"Turns out you were wrong." Chase huffs with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, his body being washed over with waves of ecstasy. He came without Jack's cum, he knew it, and it made him spike with pride. They didn't have to be as monogamous as Jack had said doves were. Not that Chase found himself WANTING not to be, but....
Continuing his little rebellion, Chase shifts around and pushes Jack out, then clenches his cheeks shut to prevent reentry, then rolls over onto his side to prevent the thought of it. "No more sex for you until I'm fully back in my human form. And no jacking off, or I won't agree to sleep with you for a good long while."
Jack's hand, which had moved automatically to stroking himself, is forced down by great power of will. Jack could rape Chase again, just force him down and plunge into him, but right now he was too human to consider the dominance crushing of the dove-man. And god was he horny....
Chase seemed to be reading his mind. "You force me again, and I don't care how much I love you; I will find a way to hurt you. Now, help me get human." He adds with a partial glare. Jack lets out a whine, but stands up off of him. Chase returns to his cross-legged position, and Jack makes himself imagine how much hotter his dove would be if there were something protruding from his pelvis, instead of the completely smooth patch of skin.
Sighing, the lion sits across from Chase and reverts to his normal form. "You need to turn back the other way more, first. Think of it like using a battering ram. You can keep pushing it through or pulling it back, but the door has to be out of the way first." To emphasize his point, Jack turns fully lion and then fully back. "So, turn back avian." His dick was hurting for want of getting off, but Jack does his best to try to ignore it. He certainly hoped blue-balling didn't turn into the chief negotiation method between them.
Sorry this took so long; Real Life happened, but I stole away enough to finish this chapter. Not sure when, or if, the next one will be up.