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The lovebird looked at his ticket and he couldn't help but grin. It had taken him two months to save up for it, but now he had a third-row seat to a "Kocaine" Kahnso concert. Nobody else he knew had one. All of his friends would be jealous of him, even more than they already were because of his perfect ass.

He arrived at the stadium looking better than most, if not all of the girls he saw. Girls were pointless to him, a nineteen-year-old gay bird with a fabulous body. He could have any man he wanted, gay or straight, because he looked that good in his skirt and shirt. It was a female cut, accentuating his smooth breast and terminating just above his navel. Across the breast of the black shirt was white block lettering which read Kahnso Slut, and he was proud to wear it.

Vareoth liked his shirt and he liked that it was available only in a female cut because that meant he could show up any woman he saw wearing it. Out of all the designs on Kahnso's website, it seemed like the finest and most blunt choice since given the opportunity to do so, the bird would have fucked Kahnso's brains out. Or been fucked by him, to be more specific. He had seen the leaked nudes; he wanted a taste of the singer.

A phalanx of sharp-eyed security guards checked tickets, turning away or admitting attendees depending on the validity. Vareoth saw a lady shark - college-aged with large breasts and a swoosh of punk hair - get stopped and diverted by the guards. She was wearing a Kahnso Slut too.

Dumbass with a fake ticket, Vareoth smugly thought while stepping up to the head of his queue. The guard was an Akita dog, fairly short but so muscular that he was nearly as wide as he was tall.

The vibrant lovebird held out his ticket but the dog ignored it. He took Vareoth by the shoulder. "Hey, mitts off the merchandise!" the bird immediately squawked, trying to shrug the dog off. "My ticket's good! Let go!"

Another guard came promptly and took charge of the bird. He was a lion, quite tall with a well-groomed mane. He said firmly but politely, "This way, miss," as he led the bird off and through a door marked for employees only.

Vareoth's bitching was mellowed by the fact that the lion had mistaken him for a girl. He worked hard to be a trap without looking like a whore. The eye shadow was difficult to get just right on the loud orange birdfur of his face. For the rest of his body which was naturally very feminine, lace and skirts made him look even more like a girl. He walked with a practiced swish of his hips, and as an avian his voice was naturally high which lent itself well to impersonating a woman.

The bird looked around with discomfort in his blue eyes. With only a hint of his usual bitchiness, he asked the lion, "Am I cool to be back here?"

"You've been picked for special accommodations," the lion said in a bored voice as if he had spoken the words dozens of times.

Vareoth passed by stagehands with assorted tasks and a few managers with clipboards. He saw a door that read KAHNSO on it. That the name was scrawled on a taped-on piece of paper didn't detract from the awe the bird felt. Kahnso was right behind that door!

The bird started to stray towards the door but the lion pulled him back with the kind of politeness only the extremely muscular exhibit. It was a gentle tug which said don't make me break your arms. Vareoth fell in behind the lion and huffed.

After being walked up a flight of stairs and through another brief maze of backstage passages, Vareoth was finally turned loose on a balcony - the box seats with an unparalleled view of the stage. The bird was surrounded by females assorted, all dressed in the same Kahnso Slut shirt. Vareoth thought great, I joined a cult.

Then the show started and nothing else mattered. Vareoth loved Kahnso and the hard-earned money he spent attested to his passion. He owned every album with Kahnso in it - including the lone record from Kahnso's first obscure band where he was the drummer, not the singer. He had the posters, the concert DVDs, an extensive collection of bootleg recordings, the official life-size sex toy made from a cast of his penis, and well-loved copies of the singer's scandalous leaked nudes. He was at the young and edgy age where a singer who openly reveled in drugs and sex and danger was a holy man. More importantly, he was incredibly attracted to the fox. So were the women in the box seat, but the bird knew he deserved Kahnso more. The singer had women left and right but never any boys. I'd fix that in a fucking heartbeat the bird thought, watching Kahnso sing and strut in his long leather loincloth.

Kahnso was slated for three hours, not counting the usual forty-five minutes or so he put into his encores. Just an hour into the show, Vareoth felt a heavy paw on his shoulder. He flinched but then turned as slowly and coolly as he could to see who had the nerve to interrupt him when he was fantasizing about Kahnso.

It was the lion again. Vareoth asked with a huff, speaking loudly just to be heard above the thunder of the music, "Do you mind? I'm busy!"

"Come with me, miss," the lion said, firmly but politely. Vareoth was given no choice. The lion pulled him into the backstage halls again. The music was still noisy but deadened somewhat by the structure of the stadium. "This way. You've been picked for something."

Vareoth whined, "But I want to see the show!" Angrily then, but still with a teenager whine, "I paid good money for this show, you prick!"

"You'll be given tickets to tomorrow's show, same seating," the lion said to mollify the bird. "This way, miss."

Even though his primary issue had been assuaged, Vareoth was still feeling incredibly bitchy. He folded his arms and snapped, "I paid for tonight's show, god dammit!"

"Miss. This way," the lion said, fixing Vareoth with a glare. The bird looked at the lion and really examined his big muscles and mighty jaws. How easy it was to picture his slender arms or legs being chomped in half.

"All right, fine," the bird puffed, sounding and feeling like a child whose father had just bullied him into submission. He followed after the lion closely.

The bird's indignity and anger evaporated when he found himself outside of Kahnso's dressing room. The lion opened the locked door with a credit card-like key hanging from the lanyard on his neck, then opened the door and gestured inside. "Wait inside. Please enjoy complimentary drinks and snacks in the fridge."

Vareoth stepped through the doorway into the spacious dressing room. A big red bed lie against the far wall. Closer was a vanity with a tall seat in front of it. Black hair clippings were sprinkled around its legs. The bird found the fridge against a wall and took out a frosty can of soda; he did not particularly enjoy beer.

"God damn, it's really his room," the bird murmured, looking all around and hardly minding the unfinished rafters of the ceiling or the concrete floor covered over with mismatched rugs. The room smelled heavily of masculinity - Kahnso's smell for sure. Vareoth liked men clean and fresh-scented but for Kahnso, he would have gladly gone musky and raw.

The bird sat down on the bed which was pristine. It even had rose petals scattered on it. He grinned and ran a scaly hand through them. "Perfect, just perfect... you're gonna be all mi-i-ine, mister Kahnso."

Within a few minutes the door lock clicked and Vareoth tensed, heart leaping into his throat. Don't be dumb, the music's still going he tried to tell himself, but the excitement was there. He wanted to believe it was Kahnso.

Instead of Kahnso, a woman stepped inside and shut the door behind her. Tall and black-furred with child-bearing hips and curled brown hair, this was a bear who was obviously somebody's mother. Her matronly face smiled as she put eyes on the bird, her blue eyes locking with his blue eyes.

"Hey there, sugar. I hear you're a pretty little girl waiting for the big, mean rockstar," she said, walking closer.

"I am," Vareoth affirmed, and poured a little more soda into his open beak. It was a cumbersome move but he had a lifetime of practice drinking out of containers made for creatures with lips. "Who are you, lady?"

"Why, I'm Farrah! Farrah Kushner. Mrs. Kushner to you, girl." The bear winked and immediately Vareoth understood: Farrah knew. He shifted uncomfortably, cheeks warming. "Your name's Vareoth, right? Pretty name, sugar."

He licked the edge of his beak, looking down at his feet. "Ah, thanks-, thank you, Mrs. Kushner." He heard a rustle of clothes and looked up to see her removing her shirt, baring thick breasts held snug in a lavender brassiere. His manners failed him: "What the hell, lady?"

"You know, sugar, you pass really well, I'll give you that," Farrah said, smiling, "but you can't fool me. I know the walk. That trying-too-hard swishy sissy walk."

"Well-, well, fine," Vareoth scoffed, blushing red under green-furred cheeks. "But I'm gay, in case you couldn't tell. So you can put those," he pointed at her breasts, "things away."

But Farrah didn't put them away. Instead she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. Its clasp clicked against a bare slice of the floor and Vareoth's eyes snapped to her thick jugs.

"Oh, you are?" she asked, stopping just short of the bird. He could have reached out to touch her if he wanted to do so. "So these don't tempt you? Not at all?" Farrah hefted her breasts, lifting their great soft curves to an approximation of where they'd been when she was Vareoth's age. As the bird stared, she lifted one higher and dragged her broad tongue across its nipple slowly, left it glinting with slobber.

"I'm-, I'm gay, yes, totally," Vareoth murmured, pushing together his thighs. He had never been touched sexually by a woman in his entire life save for curious rubs and gropes in high school when girls began to notice what an attractive bird he was. Vareoth assured himself he was completely gay because every encounter in his life had been with another man - and all of them had been satisfying lays. There was no reason to believe he wasn't gay. "Put your-, put those away, Mrs. Kushner, please."

Farrah's face was chubby and warm but her smile was devilish. She pulled the bird up by his shoulders, hoisting him to his feet. Then she lifted up the tit she had not licked and presented its nipple to him without a word.

Vareoth refused to meet her eyes. He refused to even consider what he was about to do; he was simply going to do it as though it were a compulsion he had to get out of his system, like scratching an itch. Then he could tell her no, sorry, not even slightly erect and shoo her off so he could ride Kahnso's knotted dick and forget he ever had a crisis of sexuality.

The bird opened his beak and dragged his tongue across the curve of Farrah's breast, laying down the fur against the grain with a thick stripe of saliva. And then he had another slurp. Now he looked at her, shamefaced and playing with the tab on his can of soda. "I'm gay," he said lamely.

"Bi-i-isexual," Farrah said in teasing sing-song. She kissed him between the eyes. He blushed and his heart palpitated; Farrah was a lovely woman. "Take those clothes off, sweetie. Just take them off. I want to see what's under the skirt."

"Fine, ugh, fine," Vareoth huffed, hating the sheer motherliness of this mama bear, how he may as well have had his feelings written out on his beak. He set down his drink and peeled up his Kahnso Slut shirt.

As Vareoth's slim breast was bared, Farrah grumbled and said, "You're so smooth. I'm gonna lick all over you."

"If you want to," Vareoth said, tried to sound bored but couldn't. He reached down and found the seam of his skirt where the buttons held it together. These he popped apart with well-rehearsed flicks of his fingers and then he was left wearing only red panties on his girly frame. His penis tented them severely.

"Hung, too," Farrah said, grinning. "I'll bet that makes it hard to be a girl."

"Oh-, oh, shut up," Vareoth grunted.

"Hey!" Farrah cried. "You should respect your elders." Her meaty paws clutched his hips, thumbs slipping under the waistband of the panties. Vareoth looked up at her with an expression of both wonder and worry. "Corporal punishment still works just fine. Don't make me blister that behind."

Vareoth groaned. "Sorry." Looking at her breasts and then her face, he said very softly, "Look, be gentle, all right? I've never been with a chick."

The mama bear leaned down and kissed him on the side of the beak. "Don't you sweat it, sugar. Mama knows how to break a boy in... gently." She said it with obvious lust. "Now you lay back and get those panties off, because I'm gonna taste you."

The bird stared at Farrah, blue eyes wide and face hot. "You're-, what? You're gonna taste me?" He played with the frill of his panties.

Farrah smiled and giggled. Her face was so chubby and friendly even now that Vareoth just wanted to hug her and ask her for a home-cooked meal. "Yes, honey. Taste you." Burly bear paws slid around to his bottom and squeezed the cheeks through thin red fabric. "Nice butt. Nice and round, very feminine. You must be proud."

"I do like my butt, yes," Vareoth muttered. His scaly hands pressed on her belly, fingers conforming to a plump roll of fat. Her breasts enticed him but his fingers stayed away. Touching those, he thought, would make it pretty much impossible to keep saying he only liked men.

But Farrah was having none of his shyness. She grabbed his wrists and ignored the little squawk he loosed. She put his hands on her breasts and held him in place until he groped her. With stiff pink nipples grinding into his palms, she growled, "Don't you be shy. I've nursed two cubs, both of 'em biters. You're not going to do anything to these tits that can hurt me."

Vareoth clicked his beak, something he tended to do in times of unease. A stain of precum unfolded in his panties, worsening with each throb of his penis. "I didn't think, if I did fuck a girl, that she'd be old enough to be my mom."

"A girl," Farrah repeated, giggling. "That's pretty charitable, sweetie. I haven't been a girl since before you were a twinkle in your mother's eye." She smooched him between the eyes, favoring the orange mask his birdfur made around them. "Now quit stalling and get naked for me! I want to eat some ass that isn't Kahnso's for once."

"You what? You eat his ass?" Vareoth asked, grinning yet laughing uncertainly. "You-, you fuck him? Really? What's he like?"

The bear rolled her eyes and pushed him back, shoving him down on the sprawling bed, upsetting the delicate smattering of rose petals. "Take the panties off and I'll tell you. God's sake."

Dragging his tongue intently across the rim of his beak, Vareoth lifted his legs and tugged his panties down and off, baring his soft green ass, his balls dressed in orange down and his dark, uncut penis, the pinkish head of which glinted with its natural lubrication.

Farrah growled and dived on the bed, bouncing Vareoth, making him squawk. Wrinkling up the blankets, writhing across the bed's surface, Farrah pulled the bird close and rolled him onto his belly on the way. Big, black paws cupped his naked ass and dug into the cheeks. Vareoth gasped and said, "God, just manhandle me, why don't you?"

"I fucking am," Farrah said with no smugness, just a brand of sexual voraciousness that Vareoth had no idea such a pretty mother bear could exhibit. Her fingers pried open his ass as if splitting a honeycomb to bear the sweet nectar inside. "Nice hole," she said a moment before packing her snout into his crack. Her nose snuffled across his pink anus and her tongue followed it, slopping up against the grain of his fuzzy down, smearing heavy saliva across his puckered entrance.

The lovebird squirmed and sighed, eyes closing. He smelled the singer on the bed and tried to imagine it was Kahnso eating him right now. The giant, smooth tongue dragging through his ass crack was Kahnso's tongue, not the tongue of some horny MILF with big tits and a thirst for younger men. The fantasy made him smile.

Then Farrah slopped her tongue out from between his ass cheeks and started to talk. The fantasy died off. "You have su-u-uch a nice ass. It's all girly and round. I bet, ooh boy," she nuzzled a cheek, "I bet I could sink my teeth right into this."

Vareoth's beak clicked. He huffed. "No biting," he groused. "I like the rimming, though..."

"You boys always like the rimming," Farrah laughed. "And I bet you wouldn't even mind it if all I did was lick your butthole, but trust me, you're not getting out of here without having some pussy first."

The bird huffed again. "Yeah, right. We'll see about that, lady."

"Oh yeah, we'll see," she cooed, dragged her tongue over a cheek. "We'll see how quick you shoot once I'm riding in your lap."

"Tell me about Kahnso, would you?" Vareoth said sharply. He didn't really care much about Kahnso's performance in bed anymore but he didn't want to think about pussy.

"Well, su-u-ure," Farrah conceded, smiling. "But roll over for me first, sweetie."

Vareoth was not the type of man who liked to show his disappointment, and if he did he presented it as stubborn bitchiness rather than dejection. As he rolled onto his back for her, knowing the rimming was over, he said, "Whatever, I don't care what you do."

The bear unzipped her too-tight mom jeans and slid them down. Vareoth watched warily, his eyes scanning her chubby curves and drifting especially to her hips which remained dressed in black panties embossed with thorny roses. These too were peeled down, coming off easily but not without inverting in the crotch. The fabric was visibly damp.

"Hope you don't mind the bush too much," Farrah said, moving onto her knees. Vareoth studied her, finding her maternal figure not at all repulsive as he hoped he would. "I trim a little bit, but, you know... it's a garden. It needs to grow. Kahnso sure loves it."

"It's-, whatever, it's your pubic hair," Vareoth muttered. He had never seen such a bountiful bush in all his life. Most, if not all of the men he dated were fastidious in their manscaping and Vareoth did not grow hair, so he simply assumed that bushes were naturally self-limiting. Seeing Mrs. Kushner's rampant brown curls (now I know what people mean when they say the carpet matches the drapes) was an eye-opener.

"So-o-o, if you'll recall," Farrah began, laying a paw on his belly, "you said to do whatever, right?"

"Yes," Vareoth quietly agreed, but his expression was wary. He felt like he was about to be snared in a loophole.

"Good. Just making sure." The big, black bear made to straddle Vareoth but not the way he had expected. Instead of sitting on his stiff penis, she sat down on his face. Massive ass cheeks split up by tawny fur enveloped his beak and pinned him down to the bed. He squawked and his hands flattened out on her cheeks to stop her but Farrah was at least twice his weight; there was no stopping her.

"You said whatever," she reminded him, and then began to gyrate on his beak, grinding its gentle curve across the pucker of her anus and the folds of her pussylips. "So you wanted to know about Kahnso. Hm, well." A meaty paw gripped his shaft, squeezed and tugged it. Vareoth grunted into the stiflingly hot and tight confines of her ass crack. He bucked his hips. "Kahnso is rough, even brutal I'd say. He can be romantic but not with a cutie like you, no. You'd just get fucked until you can't walk."

What's even happening in my life? I wanted to sit on Kahnso's face and get knotted. Why is there a fat bear sitting on my face? Why don't I hate this?

The bird's penis oozed its precum into Farrah's fingers. She masturbated him leisurely. Most of her effort went into the gyrations. Vaginal wetness moistened his beak and her scent filled his nostrils.

"Kahnso's really hung. I bet you know that," she giggled. "Yeah, those leaked photos. He leaked them himself, didja know that?" Her free paw rubbed sweetly on the bird's head. "Don't be shy about licking if you feel up to it. But it's fine if not, that beak feels pretty good on its own."

Vareoth kept his tongue where it was for fear of liking the bear even more. It was all too strange, everything was too new. Besides his sexuality crisis, Vareoth was never one to eat ass. He was more than happy to receive rimjobs. Giving them was beneath him, but here he was considering eating Farrah Kushner's ass - her fat, female ass which she probably parked on dozens of guys a week.

"One time," Farrah reminisced, "Kahnso was really coked-up. I mean, we're talking Tony Montana, right?" She laughed and Vareoth imagined her with a glass of red wine, lying languid on a couch, telling vapid tales to other housewives. "And god! He held me down on my face and just-," a chuckle, a firmer grind on his beak, "and he just raped me. In the butt. Knotted me so hard so I didn't think it would ever close all the way again. I found out I kinda like it when he has his way with me. But only him. I think I'd crack any other guy's skull if he tried that."

Vareoth was jealous now. That should be him, he thought, being pinned down and nailed like a piece of plywood. It wouldn't be rape, not with him. He had the official 1:1 replica dildo of Kahnso's penis and he could take it all the way down to its silicone balls. This bear didn't know how good she had it. He tried to say something under her, just a platitude like yeah, but her weight pinned him, kept his beak shut tight. He looked at the immense curves of her ass cheeks, his angle so low and her behind so large that he felt like he was looking at a pair of monoliths. Feeling odd, thinking dangerous thoughts like maybe I'm bi after all, the gay bird felt across Farrah's paunchy stomach with his soft scaly hands. He loved her cuddly, thick fur. Bears were always great to cuddle with.

"You like my belly?" Farrah asked, sounding more coy than surprised. She took her paw off his penis, laid both on his hands. Her fingers curled around his digits and then he was holding hands with the bear. "You're a cute little thing. Gawd, I love your colors. Reminds me of my son's hair. Oh, he's always dyeing it all kinds of silly colors."

Vareoth murmured something. He lifted his hips. Please notice this, he thought, giving his hips a little shift now. His dark penis waggled from side to side, slinging beads of precum from its tip. Its full size caused its foreskin to retract just enough to bare the slit.

"Oh, you need some attention, do you?" Farrah tutted. She doubled over, folding her chubby body and sliding her knees on the bed. Her belly and breasts squished against his slender form, burying him in pillowy black fur. The shift of her hips dragged her anus across his beak and she shivered, even giggled. "Gawd, that beak feels good... how about a little tongue, sweetie? Huh? I licked yours."

The mama bear's jowly mouth slopped shut around Vareoth's cock. She sucked it hard, yanked back her mouth and broke the suction off. Vareoth grunted and bucked. He threw his arms around the bear's big ass and hugged her as if clinging to a galloping horse. "I-I don't-, I never eat ass," he said so very lamely. Like watching a movie he'd seen before, he was resigned to the fact that he knew how it would end. He was going to rim her.

"Oh, come o-o-on. Don't be such a princess. You already had my butthole all over your beak," the bear said in the playfully admonishing way only a mother could manage. Her tongue was broad and wet and made for pillaging honeycombs and it slathered over Vareoth's penis, curling around the shaft and wrapping it up.

A fat wad of precum shot from his penis and Vareoth clicked his beak, hissed through his nostrils. He closed his eyes, thinking to himself that he was most definitely not going to eat ass. Not for Kahnso and definitely not for a MILF he had met less than half an hour ago. His beak opened and his tongue prodded pink flesh with thin tan fur - her taint. A little more tongue now pressing onto the perineum, flattening out. Finally he dragged it up, pulling his tongue slowly over the pink bud of her anus. As he did so, Farrah gulped him down in her slobbery maw and started to slurp and suck. A reward, the bird thought. My reward for being a good bi boy.

Vareoth licked her again and he continued to lick her, rimming her slowly and self-consciously. He refused to open his eyes. To see that spit-shined asshole would mean facing the fact that he was not the perfect gay specimen he believed himself to be, but he loved what he was doing even if he couldn't admit to himself that he was. Her taste was no special thing to him; he had no other asses to compare her to but the taste of supple, sexual skin was always the same be it a penis or the backdoor - or nipple - of a sensuous mother bear. He was beginning to think he liked the way she had talked him into this. He loved the maternal dominance he had been subjected to.

Farrah palmed the bird's balls. Saliva drizzled down his penis in absurd excess and the bear spread it gladly around Vareoth's scrotum, turning the orange birdfur a deeper hue and warming the gonads inside. And still she was blowing him, her big tongue hugging and slathering his cock while her mouth sucked, broke off suction, and sucked again. Every time she popped her lips free the bird gave her another torrid spurt of precum. She knew all the little tells a man exhibited when he was about to cum. It was funny how universal they all were. Most every man curled his toes and their balls always tightened up. Whatever they were holding onto, they would squeeze as if trying to wring juice out of it. Farrah noted the bird's iron grip on her ass cheeks and the inward tilt of his legs. There was one more act to weasel out of the bird. The big one.

The bear's tongue loosened like a shoelace coming undone. She pulled back her maw, letting Vareoth's cock out into the conditioned air of the dressing room. She gazed on its flesh, watched how it throbbed and how the veins on its surface pulsed with the twitches of its flesh. The bird's licking slowed and stopped.

"Please," he bleated, unable to keep a warbling trill out of his voice. He was delirious. "Oh, god, please. I'm gonna cum. Don't stop, don't tease me."

"Don't you worry, sugar. Don't worry at all. You're gonna cum." On mama's terms, she thought, grinning for just a moment. Farrah pulled herself off of Vareoth. She had to lift her bottom up especially hard to get the whining bird to let go. As she rolled onto her side he hovered over her, pawing at her breasts and belly and thighs but pointedly avoiding her hairy loins.

"Please, keep doing what you were doing, lady," the bird said. "For fuck's sake, please."

Farrah laughed and flopped onto her back. The bed shifted so severely that Vareoth fell atop her with a squawk and quickly righted himself, hands on her belly. He stared at her face, needy and hungry. They always looked that way when she cut them loose.

"You can cum in here," said Farrah lowly as she lifted her legs, something which took some effort from her. Certain movements had been made difficult by age and plumpness, others simply impossible, but Farrah was able to lift her legs high and straight and offer to Vareoth the wet slit between her thighs. She indicated it first with a finger, then pulled open its lips to bare a humid pink yawn. "C'mon. Stick it in."

"Pussy," Vareoth murmured, staring at the pink with a look of true ambivalence. "But-, hey, I don't top. I've never-."

"First time for everythi-i-ing. And if you don't do it, why, I guess Kahnso's going to have to fuck a different birdy," Farrah teased, wiggling her toes.

The bird's cock throbbed. "You're blackmailing me?"

"I like to think of it as advanced persuasion. You didn't think you'd like eating my butt. But you did. You didn't think a pudgy old woman like me could get you all hot and bothered. I think that rager there speaks for itself." She peered around her legs at him and winked. "What's a little pussy after all that?"

Gay guys don't do this, Vareoth thought as he scooted close to the bear. He grasped his penis uncertainly but marveled at how outrageously fat his erection was. Usually only a good anal knotting could get him this stiff.

"All right," he said quietly. "Okay. You win, Farrah."

Always do, thought Farrah. As Vareoth pressed into her, she closed her eyes and smiled.

The bird had been in a man's ass once. He had been on the bottom then, his lap ridden by a stallion who loved to powerbottom. That had been nice but immediately Vareoth understood why pussy was the gold standard for holes to fuck. Sliding into Farrah was slipping his prick into a sleeve of slick, heated perfection. He shuddered, watching his cock vanish underneath a plush brown bush. He wrapped his arms around the bear's legs, laid the side of his head against a foot. "Holy shit," he breathed. "You feel so fucking good."

"To-o-old you," said Farrah, pretending to examine her claws. "Now you fuck me, birdy. You fuck that pussy."

Vareoth had a slim grasp on fucking. He knew you moved your hips; he knew how to do that from dancing. So it was a little bit like dancing on his knees but it felt so good that he wanted to do it slowly. He didn't want to pop immediately which is exactly what he thought he would do after such a great blowjob and his first taste of ass to go with it.

He clung fast to the bear's legs and he kept grinding, moving his cock in and out like a lazy piston. Pleasure welled up inside of him like a climbing fire. His balls were snug, toes curled, hands cinched down on the bear's ankles. He haltingly said, "I'm gonna-, it's gonna happen. Gonna cum."

Curse my exceptional cocksucking, thought Farrah who was enjoying the bird's big black cock. She hid her disappointment - a vital skill for a mother - and said sweetly, "Don't you worry about dragging it out, hon. No thinking of the dentist-," she remembered that he was a bird, "uh, the doctor. You know what I mean."

He laughed softly. It was a warm, content laugh. "I got it, yeah." Slow, smooth grinds - just like dancing. The fire climbing higher, burning hotter, that electrified sensation of orgasm beginning to take hold. "You're a really-," a grunt, "really cool lady, Farrah."

"I sure am," Farrah agreed, gazing on the bird's cute face. She wanted to pepper him with smooches. She loved the ones who were adorable as well as fuckable.

"Oh, man. Shit," the lovebird huffed, then clicked his beak. He was trembling when he slid into Farrah for the last time. Within the bear his cock throbbed, tweaking all the right spots as far as she was concerned.

She gave him a genuine moan and arched her back somewhat. Her breasts heaved with her quickened breaths. "That's it, hon. That's it," she said encouragingly.

"Oh, holy hell," Vareoth gasped, leaning on the bear's legs. He squirted hard, semen shooting deep inside of the mama bear whose loins were barren but sensitive. As he came he forced himself to gyrate, to dance just a little bit more. Under him, Farrah Kushner crooned and writhed in a way he found compelling to watch. She bit her lip, turning black jowl white, and pawed at her breasts, thumbs twiddling the nipples.

Vareoth kept grinding for her. He was still cumming, shooting everything he had, pumping it deep into mama bear. It oozed out of her, rolling across the saliva-glazed pucker of her anus. "You like it? That feel good?" he asked quietly, as if confessing to her some filthy secret.

"My gawd," Farrah whimpered at the prompt. She reached down and tweaked her clit, pinching and strumming it with her blunt claws. "Ooh, oh fuck," she cried, sounding absolutely shocked at what was happening. Her vaginal muscles gripped Vareoth's penis as if trying to keep it inside forever. A thick wetness distinct from the bird's cum drooled from her vagina and she said with a whimper, "Oh, fuck, you made me cum. Sweetheart, you made me squirt."

Vareoth couldn't help but grin. He was blushing and felt incredibly awkward and out-of-place where he was, but seeing that total bliss on the mama bear's face filled him with a primal satisfaction he had never known before.

The bird released her legs, nudged them apart and laid down atop the bear. He came up short to kiss her - even then, kissing for him amounted to simply being kissed - but was happy to lay his head in the generous space between her breasts.

"Was I-," he huffed, "was I really that good?"

"Oh, sugar, sugar, sugar," Farrah cooed, wrapping her arms around him. "You were so good. Not bad at all for a gay bird."