Stuffing the Turkey
Preface: A wonderful Thanksgiving to all. This story includes: birds, male reproductive fluids (a lot of this), pseudo forced sex, spelunking, and finding a good time in the most unusual of places. If you are reading this you acknowledge you are the legal age to view adult material where you live. If you want to feel free to paw off to this, just hit the "cum" button at the bottom so I know I did something correct.
I took some creative liberties regarding the scenery, I live in Texas but I'm writing about Maine. Please just smile and remember it's a story.
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Stuffing the Turkey
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The dawn broke over the mountains while golden light rushed over mossy bark and shimmered off flecks of dew like an ocean of sparks hidden among the trees. Dive stood leaning against an ancient conifer and gazed out at the spectacle. November 26 and he was spending it alone.
He turned back up the trail, his friends had invited him out of pity but it couldn't soothe the stings left by his family. The eagle trudged, grumbling to himself. Their shocked expressions when he had confessed to being homosexual, their angry accusations, it was all too much. They had told him not to bother coming home for the holidays. He wasn't planning on doing so anyway.
A slight breeze shuffled his ivory head feathers and his shadow cut a sleek figure. Tall and heavily built, the bald eagle had a razor beak and piercing yellow eyes. He had a weakness for licorice but he spent so much time outdoors he burned most of the fat off quickly. He had heavy brown, almost black feathers on most of his body but his crown was adorned with beautiful ivory like others of his species, his wings were folded modestly and close to his back.
The dusty gravel crunched under his talons as he approached a cave. The eagle quickly pulled out his map of Maine. Scanning it he scratched his head feathers. This spot wasn't listed and the map was only 6 months old.
Being an avid spelunker Dive checked his gear anyway. Compass, flares, water, whistle, and other emergency supplies. He had rope and pitons but if there was space he could probably just fly. Cautiously the bird stepped inside. The air outside was cool but inside the cave was a definite chill. Dive's thick plumage cut the most of it and his downy feathers closest to his skin kept him warm.
The eagle slipped on his night vision goggles and the cave lit up brilliantly. He marveled at the stalagmites and stalactites. Years of water running over stone had carved out immaculate designs. Dive smiled, their atmosphere was quiet and each step took him closer to the heart of the Appalachian Mountains.
Flecks of amethyst and quartz were spliced into the other stones and his trail was bright under the goggles. A particularly large one, that had a vague butterfly shape, he stopped and picked up. One of his dearest friends was throwing a birthday party in February for his girlfriend and Dive knew she would love the hunk of quartz.
Stowing it in but one of his many pockets the bird turned a corner and looked into a massive cavern. For some reason his goggles couldn't pierce the veil of darkness so he stepped inside. The space seemed endless but tiny stones sparkled like gems on the wall sides. It was as if he was gazing up at the night sky.
He touched the side of the cavern. Looking down at one of the rocks he pulled off his goggles and lit a flare. Instantly pure white light was scattered all around him. They were gem stones of some kind. Raw and uncut but still gorgeous, Dive plucked one from the wall. Its deep coloring was like red wine, bloody scarlet. The unpolished gem was heavy for its size and he tossed it up gently as he heard the rumble.
It was like sudden thunder, slow and quiet until it struck a seemingly endless booming. Turning he saw the entrance become buried under a wave of debris as a stone struck him across the back of his head. The world turned up into darkness in the blink of an eye.
The lower temperatures of the cave isn't what woke him, it was the feel of something on his leg.
"What the fuck?" Dive sat up and was shocked by the bizarre sight. He didn't have goggles but by the dim light of the dying flare he could see some long pale blue thing wrapped around his ankle. The damn creature looked like a tentacle, originating somewhere out in the endless shadows.
Dive recoiled and tried to stand but more of the blue limbs snaked from the edges of the light and grasped him. Snapping at the offending touch he tried to bite them with his sharp maw but a quick tentacle looped around his face, muzzling him securely.
Slowly he was lifted as the warm feelers groped him. One tentacle was holding onto each of his four limbs and holding him apart spread eagle in the air while a fifth was wrapped around his waist to provide comfortable support.
Slowly the lithe tentacles undressed him, unclipped his belt and shimmied him out of his pants. His shirt was lifted and he could feel the limb sliding over his muscled chest. It left a sticky residue over his feathers and rubbed across his nipples. Squeezing his eyes shut he struggled but was only gripped tighter.
A sneaky feeler prodded his package and tugged at the tight boxers. Dive mumbled a complaint with his beak held shut but the tentacles pulled his boxers off anyway. A blue touch over his tail ring startled him and he broke out into a cold sweat. As the warm sticky limb rubbed his hole he shuddered to think how it would violate him next.
To his horror, the eagle felt himself harden, thick eagle pride rising in the fading light and a tentacle coiled around it. The soft flesh ground itself against his own and the azure skin seemed to be secreting a tangy gel of its own.
He grunted softly as it ran up his length, dripping thick gooey strings onto his belly. Dive moaned as it caressed him with a bizarre measure of tenderness. Extra limbs creeped over his chest and the hold on his beak slackened.
Dive felt one of the squirming blue creatures push his beak open. The taste was as wondrous as the beast itself. Salty, sweet, fruity, and sour all at once. He opened his beak wider and it crawled deeper into his maw, inching down his esophagus.
On one side of the tentacles was a row of suckers and they adhered to his body before releasing with a soft pop. Dive moaned as the blue flesh squeezed his eagle hood and a musky pearl of pre oozed out the cum slit, it ran down his pink organ and over his dark testicles.
The curious limb twisted in his mouth and saliva and slime dribbled down his chin and onto his chest. Dive sucked harder and the slime secretion intensified as his jaws filled with the salubrious compound. A probing tentacle rubbed itself into his tail hole and he grunted his approval. His watched warily as more of the slithering arms ran over his thighs and held him open.
The eagle braced for impact as a particularly thick tentacle stabbed upwards in him. A tear glistened at the edge of his eye but he clenched his fists, damnit he had taken bigger things than this up his ass.
The twisting blue creature in his ass dug around the tense red walls of the bird's anus until it found his prostate. Slowly it nuzzled against the delicate organ, drawing groaning gasps from Dive. The eagle mumbled with his beak full of the sweet sapphire skin as he felt his climax rising.
As if sensing his pleasure the tentacles began jacking him harder. Dive's eyes bulged as the erotic sensations filled his cock and sac drew up to his waist. Fuck, fuck, I'm not gonna last long he thought as he suckled another tentacle as it forced its way into his jaws.
The limb in his tail hole quivered and drew itself out before thrusting roughly back in. Reflexively Dive's cheeks tightened but he was taken anyway. An endless number of pale serpentine feelers reached up and opened him. The invading tentacle jammed itself as deep as it could, pounding against the eagle's prostate.
Lights and shadows spun in Dive's head as he came. A thick geyser of avian fluids jetted over his chest and dripped over his feathers. The creamy white spoo coated his stomach as the tentacles kept squeezing and pulling, milking him for every sweet drop.
Slowly he felt himself lowering until his body was laid gently on the ground. The eagle closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep. The azure limbs were gone in a flash, back to their enigmatic origin.
Sometime later Dive awoke with his back in spasms from sleeping on the hard stone. Curling his knees up to his chest instantly he realized his feathers were still sticky and his flare was out. Turning back the entrance from which he came was open; the rocks that had blocked it were moved aside, allowing a few strands of light to filter through the tunnels.
Fumbling in the dark Dive picked up his goggles. A quick look around the cave revealed it to be empty. Smiling as he redressed Dive picked up his map and flares. Scribbling quickly he made a note on his paper of the cave's location; one never knew when one might need some time alone in a quiet place.