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"My name is Paul, I'm five foot six, I'm a red squirrel, I state the obvious, I overshare and...I use alcohol to make myself feel better..."

"Hello, Paul."

Two words in and the therapist was already annoying me, I wish I hadn't let my friends talk me into coming here but they were worried about me. As I had stated, sort of, I am a heavy drinker. I lost my drivers license, lost my job, am damn near losing my apartment and am constantly drunk, except for now. Maybe that's why I found this so annoying or maybe it's because I've always thought therapy was a big waste of time, but it's whatever. I'll get through this one session and be done with it to make my friends feel better.

"What brings you here today?" His voice was deep, heavy, definitely the voice of a veteran smoker. Thankfully I could mostly zone him out and listen to the sounds of the forest that played off a speaker somewhere in the room. Unfortunately, it seemed he was going to ask me stupid questions.

"I just told you, I'm a heavy drinker, I drink away everything and it makes me feel good." I watched the dark feathered idiot nod along to every word I said, eyeing along the crack on his beak. "And that's my problem. Fix it."

"I see...so you're a liar." I met his gaze for the first time since entering the room, his pupils were gold and gave me the chills. Even though he had just called me a liar and I wanted to yell at him, that bit of eye contact made me simply look away instead. "Paul, I've been doing this for a very long time. You clearly don't care that you drink. You aren't here because you have a drinking problem, you're here because others think you have one."

This was unexpected to say the least, so was the small smile on my face at hearing it. "You're right, I have a group of friends who think I need to stop drinking. I enjoy it though."

"Clearly you have a bunch of friends who need to learn to keep their noses out of your business. If drinking makes you feel good, then you should drink."

I couldn't keep back my laughter at this, one of my friends had referred me to this guy and here he was on my side. "Right?!" I could feel myself beginning to relax in my chair, the quiet sounds of distant birds reaching my ears as I let out a sigh of relief. "I thought this was going to be a waste of time, but you understand."

"Believe it or not I've been in similar situations. People worried about what I do effecting my life, but it's what I enjoy doing so...fuck em." He chuckled and gave me a bit of a smirk, beak clicking a few times.

I felt my ears twitch and for a moment I lost my train of thought, but it came back pretty quickly. "So, what? Are we done then? Or?"

"You can leave anytime you wish. Your friend paid for an hour, we can sit here and talk about alcohol or anything really, it's your hour. If you want a topic you can start by telling me what you like about being drunk." His beak clicked a few more times, my ears twitched and my head felt a little fuzzy by the end of his sentence.

"I uh...I like..." thoughts were slowly slipping from my mind as those clicks rang through my ears which would not stop twitching along with each click. "The way it makes me feel." I was having a really hard time focusing on anything but the growing volume of those clicks.

"And, how does it make you feel?" his voice has changed, it was softer, smoother, something about it drew me in as it managed to get through the clicking.

"G-good...it makes me feel good, warm, fuzzy, loose. Like I can just be me and..." With a little bit of effort I managed to shake my head and clear it a bit, realizing that the rest of my body felt heavy. It wasn't a bad feeling though, it was like when I was drunk, everything was getting warm and fuzzy. "And I feel like I can just be myself, it helps me do what I want."

I could see his beak moving as he stood from his chair, but I couldn't hear him over the clicking anymore. Everything seemed to fall into the rhythm of his beak clicking, even my heart seemed to beat along with them, it was intense and I was very aware of how intense it was. Then it was gone, the clicking had stopped but the fuzziness of everything was still there. I felt warm, I felt happy, I felt...I felt...

"Paul? Is that something you'd be interested in?" My eyes locked on his for a moment, I hadn't caught what he had said at all.

"I...uh..." Finally breaking his gaze I noticed the way he had leaned himself up against his desk left his stomach slightly exposed, the feathers that had been hidden away looked so soft. My urge to touch them quickly rose and soon my hand was running over his stomach and then my face was against it as I rubbed it into those soft feathers. "Yes, that s-sounds good to me~"

"Yeah, I figured." He chuckled as I ran my face through his soft feathers, lightly sniffing through them, getting a hint of musk amongst the nicotine. "And how are you feeling now?"

"Good...so good..." One of my hands pressed against his stomach, he had a bit of pudge to him and I found myself enjoying playing with it a bit, gripping at it with my finger tips. Soon I found myself nipping at his stomach, huffing into the feathers while feeling along his crotch, rubbing back and forth along the bulge I could feel growing beneath.

"Always the sexual route..." My ears twitched at this as I undid his pants and pulled the zipper, not sure what he meant by it but he had done nothing to stop or slow me. "Least I'll be getting off."

Tugging down his pants was easy enough and his boxers weren't any harder to pull down, eyes widening for a moment at the thick length I found myself looking at. It was long before I was on my knees and face to face with it, kissing along its side, dragging my tongue in circles around the tip. With a hand cupping, lifting and massaging his balls I let the tip pass my lips, suckling on it before leaning forward. I could feel the warmth of his dick against my tongue as my lips twitched around the girth of his shaft, feeling the tip against the back of my throat with a little more than half still to go.

Fingers were moving through my hair as I chose to keep going, letting the bird's thick cock bulge out my throat, determined to take it all. With a finally little lean forward and a gag my nose pressed into the crotch feathers of the bird, taking in his scent once more before I pulled back. The weight of his balls in my palm kept my fingers busy, rubbing and massaging over the orbs as my head began bobbing along to a rhythm I had stuck in my head. Saliva was dripping from his shaft each time I found myself sucking on the tip, eyelids fluttering and eyes rolling back for a moment as I took the entire length in once more and was treated to some surprisingly sweet pre-cum.

With each bob of my head I found I was enjoying myself more and more, freehand getting my own clothes out of the way so I could stroke over myself while giving head. His dick was throbbing in my throat each time I took it in that far, my fingers curling around his balls to lightly pull as the hand around my own stiffy fell into timing with my head. The only signs I had of the bird above enjoying this were the throbs of his shaft against my tongue as he made no noise of pleasure or discontent, but that honestly didn't bother me, it wasn't about him, it was about me, what I wanted, what made me feel good.

Deep down this is what made me feel good, so good. On my knees, legs spread as I stroke my dick while sucking off some guy I just met. It was usually in a bar bathroom so this office was an upgrade, though location hardly mattered, I was just happy to be blowing my therapist. The muscles in my throat were starting to get that nice sore feeling from being stretched out over and over around a thick shaft and my muscles were tightening, heart beating faster, as I grew closer to getting off. The mix of his fingers getting a tighter grip in my hair and the twitch of his nuts as they moved to hug his body is what sent me over the edge, cumming right on his office floor as I pulled my muzzle off his dick. I was quick to wrap my hand around it, stroking us both off, still making a mess of his floor when I felt the heat of his jizz hit my face.

With the feeling of that familiar heat I opened my mouth wide and held out my tongue, catching some of it in my mouth before brining it over to take his dick back in. My tongue slid along the underside of his shaft, feeling it pulse and throb as my mouth was filled with thick globs of his seed, swallowing each mouthful I was fed until we were both spent.

"Don't leave that mess on my floor." His voice broke through the afterglow that was starting to overtake my body, still on my knees, panting as I took his dick out of my mouth.

I'm not sure what compelled me to do this but I found myself face down on the floor, dragging my tongue through the puddles of cum I had left, cleaning his floor with a moan. There was something so deeply satisfying about doing it this way and following his instruction, looking up at him with my messy face as he zipped his pants back up.

"There's still some time left today but I think we will wrap things up." His eyes looked over me as I slowly moved off my knees and then rose, properly redressing myself. "How are you feeling, Paul?"

Hearing that question after everything that had just happened put a smile on my face, I didn't mind that he was asking it for the third time. "Good...I feel good, great even." Warmth was still moving through me, I felt nothing but happy and free, it was really nice.

"Well, we have one more session scheduled for next week..." His hand moved to my back as he walked me to the door. "So, I'll see you next week." He leaned into my ear and whispered...something, it was like the words went in one ear and right out the other, but at the same time they gave me comfort.

"Alright, yeah, see you next week!" My friends were right, therapy was good for my health afterall. Next week should be fun~