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If you want to do this, meet me in the woods outside town off of Highway 7 just past Bellmark Road at noon on Saturday. Be ready to hold up your end of the deal.

That was the text Dylan got on Thursday. He didn’t even hesitate to accept.

He pulled up to the turnoff about ten minutes before noon, and immediately headed off into the woods. It wasn’t exactly the untamed wild, there was a well-trod path leading to a clearing in the middle of the trees where a number of retreats were held. No one else was around today, though, just him and the person who’d texted him. At least, he expected them to be there…

And there he was. Standing in the middle of the clearing, within a ring of logs arranged for seating purposes, was a large Braviary Pokémorph. He turned and faced Dylan as he arrived, grinning widely at him. “You made it...I was wondering whether you’d be up for it in the end.”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Quill.”

“Couldn’t be too sure. After all, it’s not something everyone would agree to.”

“Neither was my request, and really, it’s hardly a high price.”

“Heh, glad you think so.” Quill brushed his fingers through his head feathers. Dylan had long admired his co-worker, who seemed rarely if ever ruffled by anything. There wasn’t much to ruffle him in the first place - clearing seven and a half feet tall and with a dream build, not to mention a commanding presence with his awesome wingspan and bold appearance, it looked for all the world like he was in charge wherever he went. Hard to believe he worked as a courier rather than something that seemed much more important. Dylan was in the logistics, Quill in the delivery, and he was good - he could fly easily with weights that seemed impossibly heavy for him to take aloft.

Dylan himself was far from impressive - short and lean, lightweight, he’d been on the wrong end of the push-around crowd in school. But he had a keen mind, and he was looking forward to applying it to something a lot more intense than package delivery. He hadn’t gotten any really good offers out of college, but at least he was making money now and had prospects now that he had his degree. And he’d found common ground with all his co-workers, but he’d gotten especially friendly with Quill; despite the avian towering over him by a couple feet, he’d found him quite pleasant and outgoing, a good mesh for his own personality, and they’d hit it off really well.

Perhaps that was why he’d made the offer…

“I have to say, I didn’t expect you to have such an interest in flying,” Quill remarked as he stripped off his shirt and strapped a harness to himself. “You seemed like a down-to-earth guy who preferred to stay that way to me.”

“You’re not the first person to say that. Truthfully, though...I’ve always dreamed of it. It just seemed so freeing, so relaxing...like you can go anywhere and do anything. I know you can’t make me grow wings, but when you said you’d take me up for a flight, I thought that’s the closest I’d ever get to real flying. It’s hard to say no to that.”

“Yeah, I get that. It really is...there’s nothing like being up in the air, able to see for miles, feeling the wind rush around you. It’s immensely relaxing, nothing in the world frees me from stress like flying. Still, don’t feel bad if you’re a bit woozy or disoriented at first, species who don’t fly under their own power don’t always take to it perfectly right away.”

Dylan nodded. “Yeah, I’ll let you know if that happens. You’re sure I won’t slip out of that harness? It looks pretty big…”

“It adjusts, it’s supposed to go down to an older child’s size. So, there’s a CHANCE it won’t quite be enough…”

Dylan let out a snort as Quill snickered. “Ha ha. Only way to be sure is to try it on, right?”

“Sure, come on up and I’ll get you strapped in.”

Slipping out of his sandals, Dylan stepped up to Quill, finding himself once again impressed by just how much bigger the Braviary was than he was. As it was, Quill had to lift him bodily so that he could get himself to the harness, get his arms and legs through the loops and latched down. They adjusted just fine, though the dangling was a bit uncomfortable in their current standing position.

“It’ll feel a bit better when we’re in the air,” Quill promised, sensing his discomfort. “You’re okay otherwise?”

“Yeah…” Dylan shifted a bit; feeling that broad chest against him, cloaked in smooth feathers, was a bit unusual. They had plenty of contact before but this was a type that they didn’t usually have. Of course, he was going to have to get used to it, since he would soon be having a lot more. He wasn’t getting the flight for free...in exchange for this experience, he’d agreed to have sex with Quill. It was a request as out of the blue as his own, and he didn’t really know why Quill wanted to lay with him of all people, he wasn’t anything special or attractive. But that kind of trade...well, given that he was a virgin who was tired of that state, and it was a hugely attractive friend making the offer, it really was more sweetening the deal than anything. Though he was a bit hesitant to let that on, lest Quill get the wrong idea.

“Did you hear me, Dylan?”

“Ah! Sorry, yeah?”

“Okay, just making sure you’re engaged down there. I don’t want to lift off if you’re not ready. You good to go?”

“Sorry, yeah. I’m ready...let’s get up in the air, Quill.”

Quill nodded. “All right, then we’re off! Hold tight, the lift-off is the most intense part!” Those huge wings spread, and with a mighty push he ascended from the ground. Powerful flaps put a hefty stress on Dylan’s body, one that he wasn’t ready for; his stomach lurched a bit despite his best efforts, and he had to breathe deeply to keep himself from getting truly nauseous. They were going straight up, and so he wasn’t yet in a comfortable position, in fact the strain felt worse on his body than just the hanging he’d done before...he was hoping that it was going to get better soon, that he wouldn’t find his dream to just me a huge mistake.

Then Quill leveled out his body, leaning forward and swooping along laterally. The sudden shift was disorienting, but suddenly his stomach felt a lot more at ease, and hanging at a more comfortable angle, his body was less pressured. And with that, he was starting to feel just what he’d hoped...it was more exciting, invigorating, wonderful. He spread his arms, letting himself loosen up from his initial grip on the harness and feel the wind blow around his body; it was a bit cool, but the sensations were great, he almost felt like he was the one flying around rather than being carried.

Quill gave him the full aerial experience - dives, loops, rolls, everything he could think of to do in flight he did for Dylan’s benefit. It wasn’t all fantastic in Dylan’s opinion, some of the moves made him feel nervous and stressed rather than comfortable, but he was glad to experience them anyway, and recognized that perhaps more practice with them would make him more at ease with them. Overall, though, it was everything he could’ve hoped for, a wonderful, unique experience that made him giddy with excitement and happiness, and desirous of more.

They remained airborne for nearly twenty minutes before Quill finally brought them back down into the woods, an arm holding Dylan up a bit to ease the discomfort of the position. Once they were safely back on land, he leaned down and let the human detach the straps from the harness and step back down. His legs were a bit shaky and his head was all awhirl, and he had to sit down for a bit to recover his bearings...all worth it. “That...that was the best thing ever!”

“Glad you liked it,” Quill snickered as he worked the harness off of him; his response was much more muted, it was a normal part of life for him so it didn’t have quite the same impact. Still, it was a fine flight, and he was glad to have given Dylan a taste of it. “I was a bit worried, honestly, didn’t know if you’d really be all that fond of it once you were up there. Comforting to know that it was all you hoped it would be.”

“Yeah, definitely! Man...my heart’s still racing...I hope I don’t pass out.”

“Same here, I wouldn’t want to miss out on my half of the trade!”

“Ngh, yeah, definitely not...I’ll make sure you don’t, though. Even if I pass out, you have permission to wake me up again.”

“Do that and you might find yourself undressed before you’re back up.” Already Quill was removing his shorts and his underwear, letting the garments drop to the ground and stepping out of them. Nothing was visible yet, but Dylan knew plenty was hiding down there. It would have been a lie to say he wasn’t a little curious about what Quill was packing, especially if it was going inside him...as huge as he was, though, he was expecting something rather massive.

Slowly he shed his clothes, pulling them off while still sitting on the ground. He’d worn stuff that was lightweight for the flight, to help stave off discomfort, but the added bonus was that they weren’t hard to remove for the next part of things. His simple T-shirt was doffed to show off his slender, rail-thin torso, looking almost like he hadn’t eaten in several days. Some would have liked to be that thin, but he would rather have had a bit more bulk, something that would’ve helped him against the bullies. Then off came his shorts and underwear together, revealing his stiffening cock to the Braviary morph...he knew it wasn’t going to match up to Quill’s, but he felt he was decently sized for a human at least, if only he had somewhere to use it. “How do you wanna do this?”

“I’ve always been a fan of having them on all fours, if that’s all right with you.” Quill was stepping up to him now, and he was starting to become erect...just as Dylan had expected, already it was looking huge and it still had more space to grow. He would have been worried if not for the fact that Quill had partnered with humans before, so they must have been fine. Nodding, he turned himself over onto his hands and knees, his rear raised dutifully in the air for his partner.

“Mm, yeah, just like that...you have no idea how sexy you are to me right now, do you?”

“Huh? M-me, sexy?”

“Yeah...I’ve always had a thing for smaller guys, guys who look like they’d snap like a twig if I pushed just a little too hard.” Quill was descending over him, his pointed cock poking up against Dylan’s rear, his body casting a heavy shadow over him; he could feel those feathers on his back, now against his bare skin, tickling a bit. “Always felt it was bullshit that people treated guys like that so wrong...you’re the perfect match for a big guy, the perfect contrast. It’s been tough not telling you how much I wanted you, because I didn’t want to make you feel insecure, like I was just trying to lord over you or something. I probably shouldn’t have used this as an excuse...but I didn’t know what else to do to get my chance.”

“Ah...Quill…” Dylan’s face was red as a beet. Quill wanted him? He never would have guessed, he was nothing special...but, then again, he was just what Quill wanted, and it was extremely rare for him to feel wanted like that. It felt...good...for the first time maybe ever, he felt desirable as he was, not like he needed to be something else to be good. “I...thank you...I never thought...anyone would want me like this. I...I’m glad you do. Please...show me what a big guy who does it right feels like…”

Quill nodded. “Absolutely...I’ll make sure you love it. Get ready...here it comes.” He pushed forward, his cock parting Dylan’s hole and filling it up quite rapidly with his considerable length and girth, stretching the human’s hole beyond anything he ever imagined. Dylan’s eyes went wide as he felt himself get speared, so deeply it felt almost endless...Quill wasn’t rushing it but he wasn’t taking it too slowly, either, and it wasn’t long before he felt feathery hips meet his rear, the pulsing flesh hot and wonderful inside him. The discomfort was there, but already it was easing, and he was feeling alive, just as alive as when he had been in flight. And it was driving his own pleasure sky-high as well...as that pole made contact with his prostate, he could barely keep himself from bursting right then and there.

Quill waited for a bit, making sure Dylan was all right before proceeding. Slowly his breathing settled a bit, his body loosened up and relaxed into the pressure, and he could sense a shift in how Dylan was responding to it...he was ready. Now he started rocking back and forth, drawing himself out gradually and thrusting back in with a bit more vigor, reveling in the tautness of the human’s passage. It always felt so good, having sex with someone smaller than he was...admittedly, it was pretty easy to be smaller than he was, but Dylan was the smallest yet, and consequently the sexiest. He could feel the bubbling of the pleasure within him, slow but there already, forcing him to work to keep himself under control. No way he wanted to let this end too early.

The steady pace was already a major challenge for Dylan to keep up with. He could feel that pleasure cylinder stretch him wide open hard and fast before pulling back to leave him feeling empty and needing...Quill wasn’t even going nearly as hard as he was capable of and it still felt like the hardest fuck he’d ever imagined. Even the tip was wide enough for him to feel it quite a bit, but when the Braviary pushed in to the base he could’ve sworn he could feel it push almost out of him...he was even looking down for the bulge he could swear was there, though nothing stood out. Yet, despite how huge it was, it felt amazing...the discomfort had diminished rapidly and now there was just a supreme pleasure coursing through his whole body, overriding anything else.

As Dylan got more into it, Quill pushed his limits further. His tempo grew slowly, each thrust becoming slightly faster and more vigorous. He wasn’t going wild, but it was still quite a bit faster than looked safe with as big as he was...but Dylan never protested, his moans and cries never betrayed a hint of dismay, and he wasn’t going to shortchange the human on his first go at him. He raised up a bit to get more leverage with his legs, thrusting down more now and putting added pressure on Dylan’s body, his cock smacking that pleasure button hard and fast and intent on bringing him over the edge. His orgasm was imminent, he could barely hold himself back now, and he just needed a little bit more to get Dylan there too…

It was enormously relieving when he heard Dylan let out a loud cry of ecstasy and felt him clamp down hard on his cock, his body shuddering as he achieved blessed release. Immediately he stopped holding his own back and instantly he went over as well, a loud cry ringing through the trees as he fired his load into the human’s bowels. Warm, thick wetness painted those inner walls, coating them in the seed of the Braviary, at once adding to the stretching and soothing the tension in his passage, making him feel wonderful relief on top of the piercing pleasure of his climax. He clutched the ground and rhythmically tightened around Quill’s cock, trying to squeeze out as much of the avian’s essence as he could and sending bolts of pleasure through Quill’s body to amplify the height of his orgasm. The pleasure felt endless, and they wished for it to be so, wanting this high to last and last until they couldn’t stand it anymore.

But it had to end, and eventually the energy faded, leaving the weary yet satisfied pair on the ground. Slowly, Quill pulled out of Dylan, a trail of his seed following, a strand lingering between his cock and Dylan’s ass momentarily before snapping and dripping onto the ground. He sat back, panting hard and watching Dylan slump over onto his side, giving his taxed limbs a break. He eventually flopped over onto his back, legs spread wide to let his ass recover. “Holy shit...that was incredible…”

“I’m glad you enjoyed it...I sure didn’t want you to feel shortchanged since I pushed you into it.”

“Pushed nothing. If I’d’ve known that’s what it would feel like...I’d’ve asked for it long ago. That was so good...and...you made me feel good about it, like…you weren’t just settling, you...you really liked me.”

“Of course...you’re a great person, Dylan, I’d have a hard time not liking you regardless of your appearance. Your being just the type of person I find sexiest, that’s a bonus.”

The blush returned, but Dylan welcomed it. It was a good blush, and he’d had more than his share of bad ones, this was a good start at making up for that. “You really know how to sweet-talk a guy...you know this isn’t going to be a one-time thing, right? I more than want to feel you again…”

“I’d love to,” Quill said eagerly. “And I’d love to fly you around again...we can do both of those to our heart’s content.”

“That would be fantastic...I don’t know that I’ll be in shape to fly again today, but…” Dylan, with some effort, rolled himself onto his stomach and spread himself a little wider, putting his leaking hole on display for Quill. “I think I’m game for a round two of this...what do you say?”

Quill’s beak turned up in a lusty grin. “You bet...maybe we won’t be flying, but I’ll at least drive your pleasure sky-high.”