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The sounds and sights of the world rushing past, it was almost like flying. Without, of course, the freedom of the wind or the smell of the world just below. Still, taking a train ride meant less dust in your eyes and less tired wings; plus Barry got hot tea, toast, and jam. He took his napkin and gingerly wiped his beak of a loose raspberry pip, and looked out the window with his large yellow eyes. The long eared owl could clearly see the beautiful late-summer landscape passing by, even in the late dusky hours. So far this had been the nicest trip to the countryside Barry had ever taken. The rush-rush-rush attitude of the world slowed to a lazy ride in a lazy little sleeper car that the small owl had all to himself. Being alone was certainly something new for him, other trips he took always involved someone else, there to scrutinize Barry over every little thing. Even now Barry caught himself adjusting his striped, button-up pajamas collar as if someone was there to catch him. Always having to be so proper at parties and family events wore thin on him long ago.

Barry made sure on his next sip of tea that he ran his beak across his sleeve.

Being an owl meant always holding himself up at a "Noble Predator." His family and those that shared company with him, (he would hardly call them friends), thought themselves rather high and mighty. To them, it seemed, if you held your beak high enough and puffed out your chest you were automatically superior to any around you. Barry had gotten sick of it by the time he was 3. In the twenty-odd years since then his disdain for that way of thinking had only gotten stronger, and perhaps his family could tell, as his freedoms had not changed much since that age! Flying was an escape, but you can't do much socializing whilst swooping around. This was one of his first chances to have such freedoms.

It was so quiet here that the owl wondered at times if, besides the nice weasel who brought him breakfast, he was the only one here. Perhaps everyone else was in a different part of the train or something. He had only been on for a day, so he hadn't had much of a chance to look around, nor did he have much want to eat outside his nice and private little room.

Of course, there was one thing that no passenger could avoid leaving their quiet corner of the train for.

"I wonder where the bathroom is..." Barry whispered under his breath. He hadn't really left his car since he got on after lunch, having really enjoyed his time alone. Getting up from the table and leaving his cooled plate and mug, the owl went to the sliding door of his cabin and peaked through the dark curtain. It was still as the night out there, just as Barry liked it. He reached to the handle and slid the door open. Barry was a very small owl for his species. He had the look of a fully grown long eared owl, Just... A touch shorter. There were more than a few doors he had to reach up to open in his life, so he was glad this one had a long vertical handle. It was these little things that added to the sense of freedom he had felt on this trip. Having his talons firmly on the ground was a very nice change.

No signage could be found pointing to any restroom. I should have been more attentive while I was boarding, he thought. Well, there must be at least one bathroom here, I might as well just pick a direction and see where it goes... Gently closing the door behind him, Barry decided to go right, the same direction as the train was headed. Being a bit closer to the front of the train, perhaps he would see one of the workers and ask them if nothing else...

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"Much better," Barry muttered, letting his shoulders slump and his eyes droop. Pushing the door closed behind him with his foot, he thought there must be something to being a "slouching layabout," as his aunt would call him.

Not quite ready to return to his lonely cabin, Barry decided to check just up ahead. This was the first car he had seen that looked different. Ahead of him, an ornate door stood. Well... Ornate yes, but the small round window and the sense of warmth tickling his talons told Barry that this might lead into the engine room. It was almost as if the ornate gold fleur-de-lis and ivy-like inlays were to distract from a utilitarian-

SLUMPH!

"Oh shit, fuck, sorry!" Came a voice. Barry came down on his tail feathers as the door almost nipped his beak. Once again his eye for detail had sent him crashing, and he wasn't even flying this time!

"Oh dear, no, I'm sorry," Barry said.

There was something else he was about to say, but it stuck in his throat. Like a...

What the owl was looking at could probably be called a rat. At least, as far as he could tell. Barry, however, had never seen a rat so very...

Large.

The white fur was ruffled and tarnished with coal splotches. Underneath was a hefty round body. This hulking behemoth of the species must have stood twice as tall as any other rodent Barry had ever imagined. Not simply that, he could probably line up with a rhinoceros and still stand an ear above. Speaking of which, those pink ears, paws, and nose almost sat incongruous to the massive figure. He was as wide as he was tall, more than filling the doorway with his denim covered midsection. His overalls hardly hiding his taught gut or his- well equipped front.

Breaking his concentration, the owl went cross eyed as a pink paw came into his view and grabbed his attention. Barry reached out a wing and felt a hearty grip from the warm hand.

"Oh, sorry mate," the rat spoke. "I didn't check if I had soot on me." He brushed his hand onto his overalls, probably getting them dirtier than cleaner. "Thought everyone would be asleep. Guess I didn't count on a night owl." The rat made a face as if he thought he had snuck a joke by Barry. The warm smile on his heavy found face immediately rubbed off on the owl, far more than any soot. He felt himself smile as well.

"Oh it's no issue," Barry spoke. "I uh... I... I forgot what I was doing." He tried to recall, but his mind was crowded out by rat at the moment.

It was impossible not to stare. The stained blue overalls were the only clothing on the creature. No shirt covered his large pectorals or pink nippes. His sooty feet and tail lay heavy on the ground. Probably weighed down by whatever the rat had down those pants. The worn old piece of clothing seemed to cradle the beasts package like it had stretched out the blue fabric. Barry felt dry in the mouth.

Perhaps noticing the owl's wide eyed stare, the stranger spoke. "I'm a smidge underdressed, I know! I usually don't see passengers come up here. Name's Jacob."

"Barry," the owl spoke, eyes still fixed. "And I'm... I was looking for something I think."

The rat gave another round smile. "Well I'm gonna go for a piss, were you lookin' for the toilet?"

Barry blushed, he had just gone, but if it meant being shown the way by Jacob...

"No worries," Jacob said, "I was on my way myself. Come on." Jacob pressed his shoulder to a wall and walked around the gawking owl, but even so his hips still brushed against Barry. "'Scuse me."

Being touched by the big rat made Barry even hotter. There was no way he was not tented obviously within his pajamas. He kept his eyes affixed on the massive ass of Jacob as he moved down the hall, each heavy footstep causing the big guy to jiggle a little. He was hardly going to miss following him.

A short, but very very sweet, walk to the end of the car and Jacob came to a stop. It was the bathroom he had just been in, a very nice one! It came complete with a shower, perhaps for workmen like Jacob.

"Lucky for you this is one of the two big ones! Everyone knows about the one in the back, but this one is my little secret." Even as big as it was, it wasn't exactly Jacob Sized. "Good thing too, I can't even squeeze in those ones in the middle cars."

The rat seemed to half forget he had company as he half closed the door and took a few steps over to the toilet. "And it being right next to the engine means the shower's screamin' hot." Barry could hardly hear the words as he watched Jacob adjust his gut and reach for his zipper. "It ain't as fancy as the other, but i wouldn't want to dirty the nice one up anyway." The owl's tongue was dry, so close... So close.

"Oh shit, sorry I forgot we-" Jacob spun around, just in time to see Barry with his beak agape and his eyes wide and hungry.

Barry slapped his wings over his mouth, his cock bobbing in his pajamas between his shaking knees. Not being able to think of a single word to say, Barry spun around and tried to walk away in awkward shame.

However, Barry's knees seemed to fail him, and he almost tripped. He turned around and leaned against the wall, half afraid to look at Jacob in his embarrassment.

But instead of anger or disgust, the rat had a face of concern. "Mate, you ok? I'll grab you some cold water or somethin'." He was about to turn to the sink, but Barry waved his wing.

"No, that's fine. I just never felt so..." The owl gave a slightly trembling laugh as he looked down at his still-apparent erection.

"Well," Jacob said with a grin, "I could tell that right away. You're cute you know, you taken?"

Barry swallowed and looked at Jacobs' grin. "I... No I'm... I've never-"

"Do you like what you see?" Jacob asked genuinely.

"Uhm. Yes." Barry said, nodding his head.

"Wanna bone or something mate?"

"Yes."

"Great, you're real cute."

"T-thanks."

"Cool, I'm gonna finish pissing, then we can fuck."

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Barry stood outside the bathroom, he could hardly hear anything over the sound of his heartbeat in his ears, but could just hear something on the other side of the door.

"Fuuuck..." A relieved voice spoke, and alongside it the loud rushing sound of Jacob pissing. It was especially loud and long, like a garden hose going off or something.

Holy hell, I'm going to die if I try, Barry thought. Rats were usually a pretty small sort, at least compared to other species. Even to an especially small owl they weren't exactly intimidating. But Jacob, he was a Monster. Whatever genes that man had should be studied by science. Who knows what might have happened if he was born an elephant or something. He probably would be a low flying hazard. And what on earth did he eat? Barry had never been so intimidated in his life. He had never been so turned on either. Being such a small predator, and he was walking right into the paws of this supernatural rodent, he could hardly describe what he was feeling. Half of him wanted to run, run as fast as he could- Better yet, fly away! Jacob could probably smash him with one misstep. But he was such a nice guy, and he seemed to genuinely like Barry, he would never hurt him. The mixed feelings only intensified how turned on he was.

And the sound of pissing finally stopped.

Yep, he was going to die.

Was this even right? Barry had been with someone for a very short time before, but she was a woman! Barry hadn't even thought about his sexuality for very long before, he wasn't really "active" at all. Here he was about to give himself to this sooty coal rat in a train's bathroom, and the last thing he had worried about was if his bowtie was straight at the train station! But Jacob was so interesting and so... Hot. Barry shook with excitement and fear. He wanted this, but he was scared that he did!

The door slid open, and Jacob looked down at the trembling owl. "Hey are you sure 'bout this mate?"

Yes, yes you terrifying giant beast "Uhm, yes. I just never have, uh, had sex with another man before..."

"So you've been with a lady before?"

Uhmmm, Barry swallowed. "Well, no."

Jacob smiled and those sweet round cheeks puffed with his grin. "I'll have to be real gentle eh?"

Gentle... Barry hoped they shared the same idea of the word.

One large pink paw reached to the taut strap of the blue overalls, fiddling with the button for a moment before the strap popped open with a snap. One of Jacob's large pectorals jiggled a bit as the denim almost seemed to sigh with relief. Barry licked his beak.

The rat's big dark eyes kept a constant vigil on the owl, like the predator should be keeping on his prey. Barry's, however, darted all over, to every feature of the rat. Jacob lowered himself, squatting low and straining the poor stained fabric even more, before coming to kneel on his knees with a thump. He somehow seemed even bigger with his body so close; and so warm.

"Come're" Jacob said quietly. "There in't much else to undress, but you get the rest." He stroked the strap of his overalls. Barry would never have imagined something like that could be so tantalizing, but it was, more than anything he had seen before. That off white fur looked so soft, ready to be touched by a willing, but inexperienced set of wings. Barry reached out his, hoping it would be worthy of all that rat. His wingtips touched the cold metal of the button, and Jacob removed his hand, letting Barry have at whatever he wanted. He let his feathers wander, finally touching the fur of jacob. That warm exposed body was as soft and dreamy as Barry had hoped. He couldn't help himself, taking a whole wingful of his pec. There was so much, his wing had quite an area to explore!

Barry let his eye wander for a moment, and there was Jacob still, his eyes having never left the owl. His smile and his hungry eyes sent chills down Barry's spine. His wing pressed harder into the warm flesh, chasing away that chill wherever his feathers touched. There was muscle beneath all that... bulk. Well, there had to be to get this massive body moving! Perhaps feeling left out, Barry's other wing came to touch as well. Both ran over that chest, but there was... More to explore of course.

A wing pulled under that last strap, whilst the other fiddled with the button awkwardly. He was practically shaking as he tried to get the button through the hole. Finally with a good pull, the strap came flying up and over the wide shoulder of Jacob, and the front fell away, revealing some of that big round stomach. Barry almost jumped when Jacob moved, he had been as still as a statue. He slowly reached to his sides and grabbed the sides of his overalls, pulling down with a jiggle. It seemed that he had wanted to do it a bit more fluidly, but in the position he was in he was a bit stuck. Backing up some, Barry watched in a mix of amusement and lust as Jacob twisted his legs out from under him and laid on his back with his legs in the air and his big thick tail dancing over the ground.

The feathers on Barry's neck had just settled when Jacob looked to him again, and he puffed right back up instinctively. Jacob had gotten the majority of his overalls off, and now he looked to Barry. He did tell me to... take off the rest. Barry looked at Jacob's soft hindpaws and the worn down cuffs of his overalls. His rear end spread wide over the surface of the floor, and his bulge sat thick and solid on top, pushed closer to Barry by his ample gut. Before there had been hesitation, but Barry was past that point. He gently grabbed the frayed bottoms of the overalls and pulled. Jacob gently twisted a bit, never taking his eyes off the owl as his clothes slowly slipped off.

Barry was afraid to close his eyes, he might miss finally seeing it...

His... Underwear.

"Oh shit, forgot I wore those today." Jacob looked a touch embarrassed; something Barry had yet to see from him. "Hey, don't look too upset mate! I'm enjoying all the undressing really."

The massive creature pushed himself up with a grunt, his tight white briefs a barrier Barry wanted to just tear away! It didn't seem like it would take much effort.

"In fact," Barry continued. "Why don't you join me?"

That pink paw moved right to Barry's neck before he could say a word. With a gentle touch, he felt the collar of the blue striped pajamas the owl was wearing.

"Pretty soft stuff you got on. Wonder if you're just as soft under 'em eh?" With a dexterous motion, Barry felt the top button on his shirt slip through its hole, exposing a bit of his chest. Being so poofed up with excitement and fear, Barry was looking pretty plush. Jacob seemed to approve, Running a finger down the fluffy feathers, before hitting the next button. This one however proved to be a touch more fiddly, Jacob gently pulling at it. "Fuck who needs this many buttons? Here."

That massive paw came around, pulling Barry closer to the rat. Going as stiff as a board, Jacob moved him like a doll. His wings came over his head as Jacob tugged on the sleeves, the shirt slipping off him before being tossed aside. Barry stood motionless as Jacob looked over his puffy brown chest.

"NIce." was all Jacob said, and before Barry could say anything he felt those warm paws. They slid across his chest with the same sensual detail as he had with Jacob; pink mits pressing deep into his feathers and right to his hot skin. Jacob seemed amused by how slight the owl was beneath those feathers. His touch was firm and gentle as he ran through what felt like every feather on his body, Jacob's face getting closer and closer.

That hot breath came right to Barry's beak, and there wasn't a moment to breathe before he felt the warm whiskered mouth come over him. His beak almost bit down as Jacob kissed him.

There was no way. This- THIS was his first kiss?! Not some smooch back in his school days or a soft peck after a dinner date, no, he was getting dominated by a rat in a bathroom on a train.

Barry pushed forward into that kiss. It was more than what he had ever dreamed.

Hot tingling warmth enveloped Barry. All of those meaningless things he thought defined him melted in that sloppy kiss. It ended with a cough from Barry and a strand of saliva breaking between them, Jacob wiping it on the fur of his arm.

Jacob stood up, his taut white underwear was full to bursting with his... thickness. His tail sat above the waistline, pushing down the overstuffed briefs and showing off just a touch of the rat's perfect round cheeks. He adjusted himself, his hand on his bulge. As he let go the heavy package dropped with a slight jiggle, pulling the front of the waistband down with its weight. Barry looked up at the sight with hunger. The cock and balls were deeply defined in the tight underwear, the individual nuts stuffed in like two large oranges, and the cock pressing out the underwear's "fly" as if it was about to pop the seams wide open.

Trembling wings moved to the waistband. This was it. There was still a tiny bit of stretch left in that elastic as Barry pulled down.

Inch by inch he saw it. Pink, and as huge as the rat himself. Another inch, another... It was wide as a can. He just kept pulling, more veiny meat spilled out. The slightest of snags as the band came over the thick, foreskin covered glans. Barry was entranced, but... There was more. Most of that thick package wasn't even that beast, it was his pair of massive. Pink. Rat. Balls. Another tug at the underwear and they let themselves loose. Slightly smooshed, perfect balls. The package radiated the rat's body heat, and Barry came slightly closer.

"Ay, go ahead and touch it!" Barry's small step forward turned into a half-fall as he was pushed forward into Jacob. Suddenly his entire front was in contact with Jacob, cock pressing against him and stomach making him bend awkwardly. Barry squeaked as his feathers puffed even more. He almost came on the spot.

That wasn't helped when Jacob suddenly began pulling at Barry's pajama bottoms. Grabbing both the pants and his underwear, Jacob hooked his arm around the bird and hoisted him up on his round belly as he yoinked the clothes right off Barry. Gingerly placing him back down, Barry was stiff as a board, in more than one way.

"Had to take a look," the hungry eyes of the rat spoke as much as his sweet and salty voice. "Good stuff." Barry's slightly pointed tip on his pink glans oozed a dribble of pre. It wasn't exactly a wingful, but he was proud of it. But there was no comparison to... to...

The cock that was slowly growing before him. Pulse after pulse lifted the pink monster off those succulent balls. You could almost hear the blood rushing in. The cock bent downward of its own weight, slowly lifting with every beat of that big rat's heart. It looked even more juicy as a thick bead of pre dripped from the end, a huge contrast to Barry's own dribble. Jacob grabbed his dick and gave it a gentle shake, flinging a little bit of pre onto Barry's feathers.

"I usually only top, hope you like getting fucked mate."

I'm going to be destroyed... Barry thought. What better way, Barry supposed, to be destroyed, right?

A wing edged closer and closer to that trouser... Python. That warmth almost sucked his wing into the pink flesh. With a gentle touch, he grasped what he could of the thick member. With it pumped up to its full stature, Barry wondered if even his large wing could encircle the veiny beast. With a caressing touch, Barry gently stroked-

Splurt. A gush of pre spat from the cock and splashed at Barry.

"Sorry, I'm horny as fuck right now. Won't be much 'fore I go off eh?"

"Yes I... See." Barry opened his beak as if to test the fit. There was no way. "I didn't bring a beak guard or anything."

"Ey, no problem. Just use those wings and your tongue!"

"Oh, good idea," Barry said dumbly. He did not have to bend down far to get "eye-to-eye" with that penis. One wing came to support that heavy monster from below, the weighty beast pulsing gently. The other explored the wet foreskin. It was thick, firm, and a bit rubbery. With just the slightest bit of teasing, another ooze of rich pre dribbled out of the head of the beast. The smell was musky and full, Barry could only imagine how rich and decadent his... Semen must be. A small growl could be heard from the owl's stomach, and hunger filled his eyes.

Barry's beak opened, and his lithe tongue stuck out like he was going to try some exotic new ice cream. He closed his eyes, hoping he could do what he was about to do. His face came forward, and his tongue slipped right over that slippery cockhead. Barry came back quickly, tasting the thick juice in his mouth. It was slimy, and had only a gentle musky flavor. To be honest, it wasn't half bad. He went in for another lick, but was met with another spit of pre as he opened his beak. His mouth was filled with juice, which he almost choked on. Luckily he had almost expected this leaky monster to do this, so he quickly swallowed what he could before getting right back to that fat rat cock. He wanted to please Jacob; that precum, it just... Wasn't enough.

Before Jacob's body could give another spew of precum, that little tongue returned to the hot cockmeat. The flesh was so soft, and the smell fueled emotions in the owl. He wanted to do more, he HAD to if he wanted to get this Jacob off before Barry went completely insane with lust. Barry had a hard on like never before, any grunt or twitch of Jacob made him shiver with pleasure. As he played with that thick foreskin, Barry quickly thought of where to attack next. WIthout thinking, he took his tongue right to that skin, slipping himself in between the head of the pink cock and the veiny skin that surrounded it. The pre did its job beautifully, letting the owl get right into the unknown. Oh yes, the unknown had never been sweeter, or more deep and musky in this case.

The tongue dug deep into the folds and ridges where cock and skin collided. Jacob was clean besides the coal on his fur and feet, so Barry experienced the full flavor of nothing but Jacob, and it was glorious. Almost half as glorious as the moan that Jacob gave.

"FFuck..." Jacob had such a way with words. "Get in there!" Barry pressed deep, letting his tongue slide over every nook and cranny. He took his wings and pulled the soft foreskin right to him, letting it wrinkle up and kiss him. He pulled back just as another burst of pre wet his face and wings.

So much. Barry thought, looking right into the fleshy cave of that urethra. I need him to... To cum. I need it. If it wasn't coming to him, perhaps he had to go searching for it.

Without a word, Barry took that tired tongue and pressed it right to that gaping hole. Now that got a reaction from Jacob. He wordlessly grunted, even... Moaned? That made the owl all the more eager to search the sensitive area. He strained his tongue as he pressed in farther. He knew to close off his throat as best as he could, knowing that-

GLORP, another lazy gush of pre spilled out, pressing out the tongue for a moment before Barry got right back into it. Jacob seemed lost in the pleasure, idly playing with his own nipple and staring foggily into nothing. Barry was so hard, an idle drip of pre on his midsection almost causing him to cum right then and there. He wanted it badly, he began really lapping into the cum slit, rubbing the cock sensually and praying for those massive balls to give it all they had to give. His dreams seemed to be coming close... Very close. Those ruddy rat testicles wrinkled as they retracted up to the hot body of Jacob.

Barry closed his eyes. The pink meat began to pulse rhythmically, readying itself. The cock swelled slightly, becoming hard and unyielding. Jacob sucked in a breath. The moment had come, a single tense moment of nothingness. Barry had no idea how long it lasted, but it felt like it could have been a lifetime. The cock grew just the tiniest bit tenser, and Barry's wings felt it before his mouth did.

SPUUUUURRT! A garden hose of gunk hit Barry like a runaway train. His mouth was numb, the hard spray of cum leaving him thoughtless as he reeled back, choking on Jacob's thick batter. He tried to make a noise, say something, but even though his mouth seemed to stop working, the rest of him certainly did not. Even as the unstoppable wave of seed still splashed over his feathers, Barry felt his own wave of pleasure rush through him. In the flood of hot rat semen, opaque and creamy, his own comparatively weak and runny load let itself loose. He hadn't touched himself, he wasn't even thinking about it. The very act of pleasing Jacob had sent him off. That thought hadn't even seeded in his mind before Jacob's second wave had punched Barry right in the side of the head. The rat grunted, mouth open, a grin on his face showing off his buck teeth. Wings held onto cockmeat for dear life as gushes whitewashed the owl like thick hot paint. Barry could feel his mouth again, tasting at last the coat of cream he could hardly even swallow. It was rich, salty and musky, Barry was addicted. There was no keeping count of the time Jacob took to cum, it would never be long enough for Barry anymore. It was like he shared the rat's body in that moment, his own pleasure tied to Jacob. There was no telling where it had begun, and when it had ended, but one thing was for sure, it was very messy.

This was it, he was a complete slut. He sucked the cum off of his feathers like it was heaven's own nectar. The hot and heavy taste didn't matter half as much as making sure he didn't waste a drop of this rat's seed. His chest heaved like he had flown for his life in a thunderstorm, he even looked the part. Barry's own semen disappeared in the excess of Jacob's load. He felt like it wasn't even his own orgasm, as if he had psychically shared Jacob's body as he pleased him. Was he really such a... Bottom? If that was the case, it was amazing. Barry looked up to see Jacob's face.

"Shit, guy! You really a fucking virgin? I don't think I've felt this empty in a long time!"

I wish it could have gone on longer... Barry thought, feeling the semen on his wings slowly cooling.

"Hell, I feel like I got only like, one or two of those left for you mate."

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"Your ass ain't got a beak too does it?" Jacob smiled, "If birds are as stretchy as I hear I wanna try fucking ya if yer up for it."

Barry clenched his beak, he couldn't imagine anything he would rather do.

"Yes... Please."

"Polite as hell! Be just a bit more specific mate."

"Please," Barry stared directly into Jacob's eyes as he spoke, "please, uhm, please give me anal. I want your huge penis inside me... Very badly."

"Love that polite little mouth o'yers. Seems even busting a nut in it didn't do much to dirty it up." Jacob lowered his gorgeous girthy body, his gut pressing beautifully onto his still-hard cock. His pink paw rubbed up and down his front, the white fur looking as creamy and delicious as his semen. His beautiful wide ass spilled over his hind paws as he knelt down. Those thick and juicy balls were squeezed gently between his thighs, which seemed to make his penis once again begin to ooze it's perfect pre. "Now you."

Those mitts reached out and took a hold of Barry's sides. The light owl was lifted up, and his pointy penis began to show itself again. It was almost painful to get another erection after he had been so thoroughly drained, but his body knew exactly what it wanted. With a toss in the air, Barry's backside faced Jacob. He would have been insulted if it wasn't an unbearably handsome rat doing it.

"You got a nice fluffy ass too." Jacob pulled him close, burying his pink nose right into Barry's tailfeathers. There was no warning, that warm breath was replaced by a warm, wet, thick tongue.

"Ah!" He kicked his talons and squirmed, but Jacob was in complete control of him. His feathers parted, and Jacob began greedily feasting on owl ass. Barry felt warm electric tingling all up and down his back. He shut his beak tight, as he was sure he would have moaned loud enough to wake anyone else on the train. It felt like the heat of that tongue was warming his entire body, he felt so hot around his cheeks and ears. The sensation was completely foreign to him. He clenched his butt, but he was at Jacob's mercy, and that rat had a strong tongue it seemed.

That invading tongue pressed against the tight muscle, but just as Barry's mind had already yielded, his ass had no choice. The pressure built, and there was nowhere to go but in.

Barry shivered. Hot and cold waves of sensation ran through every inch of his body. Jacob took no time to be gentle, he was in whole hog, pressing his tongue in as far as he could and grinding his muzzle right into that feathery ass. There was pressure, and heat, and motion, and just a little pain, but it all combined into a feeling Barry had never imagined in his life. He was still reeling a bit from his orgasm, but what was happening inside him almost made him feel like he was cumming again. A strained drip of foggy pre beaded on his cock. His vision went blurry for a moment as that thick rat tongue touched unexplored regions of the owl butt.

Just as Barry felt like he was going to melt into a blithering mess, Jacob pulled back. A sucking sensation pulled at Barry as his ass was empty once more. It was so fast he was knocked from his near-orgasmic bliss.

Barry spun his head around, looking at Jacob, who actually looked a bit surprised by the motion. "Uhh- Oh sorry mate. Yer as much a stretchy motherfucker as I was hoping! To be real with you, My nuts are about to blow, if I don't get to fuckin' you soon I'll lose it."

Jacob gently pecked Barry on the beak, and all that wet and hot feeling came back. Those big paws repositioned lower on Barry with a gentle throw in the air, and his balance shifted, causing him to fall forward on his wings. His ass was still high in the air, and Jacob took one more look at that succulent ass, licking his lips.

SLAP. With one quick motion, Jacob's cock slammed down on Barry's back. It practically knocked the wind out of him! The dick against Barry's back feathers was as hot as the engine room. It sat so heavy against him. Barry swished his tail as if to push it aside, but the heavy cock held its place, like it was meant to be there.

As Jacob might have eloquently surmised, his piss slit was as big as Barry's asshole! The slick head of the monster was guided by Jacob's hand to encircle the tight owl ass, leaving behind trails of thick pre which dripped down Barry's thigh. The soft sounds of the act were still heard despite the blood pounding in Barry's ears. His stomach growled, his body was hungry for that cock, his insides were begging to be drowned in rivers of cum.

Barry felt warm pink hands around his midsection. Jacob's hand pressed against the feathers, showing how thin Barry really was under all his plumes. Oh my... He could snap me in half, Barry thought. He felt fear and desire, fight or flight or... Fuck...

What really mattered now was getting Jacob to give another heaven sent load of gunk into Barry. The pool of the last orgasm still surrounded them, and Barry saw just how much there was. Ropes and puddles from the cum hose were all around, and if even half of that was going into him, along with that meat... Barry realized he was about to be very, very full.

"Please Jacob... Please do it."

"Won't say no to that."

Jacob positioned himself roughly, maneuvering Barry like a sex toy. Pink claws parted his cheeks once more, and a hot cockhead kissed his ass. Pressure began to build before Barry could even beg for it to fit. He didn't have to worry, he knew Jacob would make it fit. Barry's body seemed to want it as much as his mind, giving way to cock. It was more than his limit, far more, but he needed this. The cock bunched up with pressure, until with a gooey pop, he was in. Barry gritted his beak, his eyes watering alongside his own tense erection. He was sure he would scream, but his breath was taken away.

It kept going, cock slipping into him, stretching out areas Barry had never felt before. He would scream stop, but he knew it wasn't going to happen; Jacob was going to hilt him. His body was being filled with dick at an alarming rate. Barry could feel the weight of it pulling him down to the ground, but Jacob's strong arms kept him from falling. His stomach distended, cock streaming into him. Owls certainly were stretchy, and thank heavens they were. Looking down, Barry could see cock pushing his stomach out, the familiar shape of that thick penis clear even through flesh and feathers. Every twitch, every vein, Barry could feel it all. It was a new sense, like hearing for the first time or something. The poor owl's academic knowledge of the prostate never mentioned that a liberal application of unbearably huge rat cock could make him feel like he had died and gone to heaven. The feeling of being so full, so intimately attached to someone, those emotions heightened the relentless sex to something much more.

Jacob might have thought of it a different way, Barry had one hell of an ass! A champion of taking dick, the owl seemed to swallow more and more of Jacob, and was still hungry. His stomach was stretched and distended, but all he did was push back, his eyes speaking loud and clear; Hilt Me. It would be damn impolite to not oblige. Inches sunk deep into warm wet owl. Jacob thought he had felt warmth in his job, it was nothing compared to the hot depths of Barry. With a final heave, their bodies touched. It was just a moment, but it was damn incredible.

"Oouughh..." Barry moaned beautifully as Jacob pulled out of him just enough, before going in for another dip. The wet sounds of sex could be heard even through the rumble of the train. In and out, the two fucked. Jacob worried if he sped up by even a bit, he would blow, then again there was no way to stop that. In reality it hadn't been all that long. But to them, every moment drew out to a thin, beautiful, sticky strand.

"Any room left in there?" Jacob teased. He was on edge, his balls were boiling up with intensity. He was about to quip something more, but if he drew out even for a second more he was going to be sick. It was time. The best warning he had was to grab Barry by the shoulder with one hand and steady himself with the other. Barry didn't need the hint, he already could read that cock like a crystal ball, and his ass told him to prepare.

"Oh Fuck Fuck FUCK!" Jacob might not have been quite as ready as he thought, because even as he hit the edge of his climax, Barry seemed to begin massaging the tight erection inside him. In fact, Barry's body could no longer wait. The owl felt his orgasm, his body heaving at the pleasure. But looking down, only a single tiny drop of cum fell from the poor organ, he was empty. The hollow orgasm from the owl made Jacob's cock absolutely fucking explode. The rat's big balls heaved, and the load shot like a cannon right into the squirming insides of Barry. The owl filled like a water balloon on a hot fire hose, he was out of room inside him before Jacob was done with the first great spurt of jizz.

That stretchy ass might have saved Barry from total annihilation, as the globs of excess goo sprayed out the edges of his poor tailhole, giving Jacob's fur a shiny coat of his own paint. The terrible pressure of his own orgasm pushed Jacob out of Barry, his next shot firing to the wall of the bathroom with a heavy splat.

Barry was still orgasming, his cock trying to empty out any watery cum that it could muster out of his underused testicles. Everything should be hurting, but everything was coated in hot white bliss.

Jacob let out a hearty yell, his lungs working to let anyone on the train know of his dominance. Every gush of semen a message of his power and prowess. But it wasn't for anyone but Barry right now, it was all for him.

As the torrent slowed to a crawl, Jacob found the means to speak once more. "Well, I'm glad as hell I took my break 'bout now." He leaned in close, "wouldn't want to have to share with the others tonight."

The matted tufts of feather on his head stood up. This trip had proved to be rather freeing.

Of course, he had been hoping to meet some new friends.