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A Bird in Hand is Worth Two on the Pole

By Danath

Characters © Luvian

Written during Freebies Vol. 86: Open Menu Edition

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The wide, shapely feminine thighs spread across Luvian's own, and a white-feathered arm wrapped around the back of his neck. The gray wolfbird stiffened, unsure what to do as an enormous, fluffy white chest squeezed against the side of his head. The massive chest jiggled, rubbing the short, downy feathers across his fur as the sound of giggling rang out overhead, though with his twitching ears smooshed and smothered in boobs, it was hard to hear.

Just how deep was his head going, Luvian wondered. He could feel the strap of a bikini across the back of his head as fingers pushed him forward through the soft, warm valley. The hips resting on his lap wiggled and he instinctively grabbed them to stop her falling off. His fingers sunk into her feathered thighs and tugged her close, then stiffened when he felt her slide across his bulge.

Well, how could he not be hard? This wasn't his fault! He just didn't want her to fall!

Instead of bouncers dragging him away for putting hands on a girl, or worse (he hoped he wouldn't have to stand up right away after this), there was another peal of laughter and a wiggle of tailfeathers.

"Ooh, I like you," a sultry voice whispered in Luvian's ear, which flicked madly just beyond the upper swells of the feathery chest. "You might be a keeper."

The chest withdrew, or rather, Luvian found himself pulled free and sent with a gentle shove back into his seat before the busty waitress slid from his lap and got to her feet. The snowy owl smirked down her short, dark black beak at the wolfbird as he squirmed his thighs together to hide the bulge, while his tablemates, a trio of coworkers who'd encouraged him to come with them in the first place, laughed uproariously.

"I'll be back with your drinks in just a few minutes, boys," the snowy owl said, grinning. Her eyes created crescent moons as she wiggled her chest and leaned forward, giving the whole table a nice view as the straps of her skimpy top disappeared into the down-like fluff around her chest and belly, while the longer, heavy feathers down her arm and back splayed slightly as she drew her arm up under her chest, lifting them and then letting them fall with a bounce.

The snowy owl then turned, and caught Luvian's gaze as she spun around. Her dark blue eyes flashed like sapphires and the wolfbird froze, stiffened in more ways than one, before he blinked and she was already walking away, tailfeathers lifted just enough to show the bikini bottom emblazoned with the logo of The Bird in Hand Gentleman's Club, a supposedly classy joint with more vinyl seats than a cheap airplane. But Luvian was feeling something very intense in his loins as he watched the shifting black spots on the otherwise white snowy owl's shoulders and neck, forming a neat dotted ring around her body towards the large wings draping from her shoulders.

Just what sort of club was this? Luvian didn't know a lot about strip clubs. He only came because his co-workers insisted, and he didn't want to deal with the awkwardness of turning down people he had to see every day, nor possible issues with the more weird ones. But he did know a few things, and a big one was that grabbing someone like he'd just done was a big no-no.

The wolfbird could feel his pelt sticking through his clothes to the red vinyl seats. Fortunately, nobody noticed his slightly panicked breathing in the dark of the club, or chalked it up to the recent teasing by one of the many stacked avians in uniform. There were half a dozen or so - a few owls like Luvian's waitress, an eagle in a flag bikini, a short but very muscular sparrowhawk, and so on. None stood out to Luvian as much as the snowy owl did, no matter how many sleek feathers or full bikini tops he laid eyes on.

The wolfbird wasn't very good at conversation for the next few minutes, which his coworkers brushed off as nerves. They whispered to each other and nodded, hatching a little plan. Luvian, intent as he was on waiting for the snow owl's return, didn't notice, and any words exchanged were buried under the sound of the heavy, thumping music blasting from the club's speakers.

Luvian's long tail was covered in reddish brown feathers, just like the tips of the wings folded up on his back. The feathers of both shuffled excitedly when he saw the snowy owl returning with a tray full of glassware. She held it up in one arm, palm spread flat along the underside, balancing part of the round tray on the swell of her heavy breasts. Her hips swayed with each step, and Luvian's eyes lowered, past her taut and trim belly to her wide, plump thighs. The downy feathers looked so soft and fuzzy where they covered her legs that Luvian was worried his slightly inebriated brain might look for an excuse to grab a handful again. His fingers twitched as he watched her sleek calves and long, slender talons stride forward, until she stood at the end of the booth table and swung the tray around, leaning over so that her bikini top pulled down and away just a few inches from Luvian's muzzle, which dropped agape.

"I've got your drinks, boys!" the owl said, closing her eyes as she smiled again. "Here you go-oh!"

"Let me help you with those, here I'll just - oh, no!"

One of Luvian's co-workers stood up and thrust his paw forward rather purposefully, knocking the tray off balance. Though none of the glasses fell, a good amount of liquor and beer slopped over the tray and drenched Luvian from head to hips. His ears went back as the ice cold liquid soaked into his clothes and fur.

"Oh, you poor thing! I'm so sorry!" the snowy owl gasped. She quickly set down the tray and used a few napkins to dab at Luvian's sputtering muzzle. "Here, stand up..."

The wolfbird gasped as the liquid and ice cubes pooling in his lap slid down his legs and around his ankles. At least he didn't have an erection anymore thanks to the shock, so there was no further embarrassment needed, beyond the alcohol soaking into his fur.

"No, it's my fault, I'll just go dry off in the restrooohoo!"

The snowy owl's fingers dabbed across his crotch until the napkin was soaking wet. She leaned in close and peered into Luvian's eyes. The wolfbird's pupils dilated, flashing blue in the dim light while his nostrils flared.

"I know! I'll take you to the VIP lounge... we'll get you all cleaned up in there. Sorry, you three, but I'll be taking your friend for a little while! Tee hee!"

And with that, the owl marched Luvian off. The wolfbird's tail hung behind him, dripping wet like the rest of him, as his three coworkers looked at each other quizzically, and maybe a bit of frustration.

"Wait, that's not how that prank is supposed to go!"

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Luvian stared straight ahead. He was bare chested and alone in a small, round lounge - really just a door and a broad chaise lounge, not even a window. The lights were low, nearly off, and he could see the snowy owl's dark blue eyes glinting despite the lack of vision. They approached, and fingers tugged at his pants, dragging them down as the snaps broke apart.

"There! I'll have those sent out to be cleaned," the owl said, drawing in closer to the now naked wolfbird. Her heavy bosom squeezed towards him, threatening to smush against him at any moment. "And as my way of saying sorry, I'll keep you... heh... entertained while you wait."

"That's very nice of you, but not necessarmmph!"

A gentle push on his chest left Luvian tipping backward. Unfamiliar with the room, especially in the dark, he fell back over the side of the chaise. His paws instinctively reached out and grabbed for anything they could to steady himself - and ended up snagging the straps of the owl's bikini top.

The whompf that followed was, from Luvian's perspective at least, an epic one. Easily his top three of all time. A huge rush of air preceded the smothering. Both enormous orbs flattened around his head, against the furniture cushion beneath before pressing inwards against his muzzle, trapping him completely. Her hips bounced off of his belly before sliding lower, while her feathery thighs and calves stroked and twisted along his own.

So much for not having an erection.

The wolfbird's tail stretched out beneath him and wiggled past the end of the cushion as his muffled grunts and moans sometimes escaped the snowy owl's immense broad, heavy chest. She grinned and closed her eyes as she rolled herself forward, then back, all while her hips rubbed down and up the wolfbird's shivering thighs to his belly.

Luvian realized his paws were still pulling desperately on the straps of the snowy owl's bikini tops, making it seem like he wanted the incredible smothering to take place. His paws released, and the straps snapped back into place and settled amongst the disturbed feathers.

"Oooh! Oh, you naughty boy... mmmh, oh, yes!" the top-heavy owl gasped. Her hips wiggled as she used her hands to press her jugs tighter yet around Luvian's already fully-encompassed head. The owl's wings spread behind her as she opened her eyes wide, a hungry look crossing her beak. "Oooh... yes, so naughty... mmmmhhhh..."

Luvian, of course, couldn't hear a word. His world was warm, fuzzy, downy soft cleavage rolling and squeezing and wrapping around what felt like his entire upper body.

"So naughty... maybe what you need is a little discipline, hmm?"

Squish squish.

"Someone to put you in your place..."

Smish smish.

"Of course, I'd never clip your wings..."

Grind grind.

"But you'd certainly learn to treat me with a bit more respect!"

The owl's chest pulled away. Luvian's muzzle dropped out once he couldn't lean forward anymore, and his ears twitched as the back of his head bounced off the cushion. His glazed eyes focused upwards, but he couldn't see anything in the dark. His nostrils twitched, full of the snowy owl's scent, as he felt her hips slide eagerly across his own.

Fingers pressed into the wolfbird's belly. He moaned as blue eyes appeared in front of him, then gasped as she squeezed her thighs around his.

"I must have you..."

Luvian wasn't sure what the proper response to something like that would be. His tongue fell from his muzzle as he stared, dazed, a dopey grin on his lips. So his fuzzy brain left him to do what he did earlier: his paws stretched out, dug in, and grabbed big handfuls of plump owl booty.

"Ah! So naughty!"

The thighs in the wolfbird's grasp suddenly tensed, then thickened. Luvian gasped as her knees and ankles felt like they were moving in opposite directions - but they weren't. She was just growing. The wolfbird's ears laid back as he snapped back to his senses. Of course there was a catch, he thought, as he felt the enormous breasts descend around him again.

There was always a catch.

The slender white hands that were so gentle before now sternly wrapped around Luvian's wrists, dragging them out above him as his head and chest disappeared beneath her breasts. The snowy owl grinned as she leaned forward, and slid her hips more firmly across the wolfbird's obvious arousal, teasing him until he almost forgot that, during all this, she was still growing larger. After a few minutes, Luvian was dripping and on the verge, while the snowy owl needed only to sit forward a few degrees to keep her immense orbs bouncing off the gasping wolfbird's head and face and keep her plump thighs and wide hips locked to his.

Luvian shuddered and gasped as the weight increased, smothering him in even more warm feathers and flesh. His cock twitched as his fingers curled into his palms, and his tail stretched out with each trembling grunt and shudder. She was playing him so easily, he thought. But what could he do? There was no resisting, no getting away, not with a pair of tits that added together probably weighed more than he did slapping down across him.

As if reading the small male's mind, the huge, growing snowy owl's arm swept down and around, grabbing him by the shoulder and dragging his saliva soaked muzzle from beneath her chest. She looked at him sternly, now just over seven feet tall and several hundred pounds heavier than before. Her eyes remained the same dark blue shade and Luvian found himself drawn to them even as he hung in her huge hand, dangling by her fingers, he had to stare deep, deep into those crystals...

"Turn around and beg for it."

Luvian did. Why wouldn't he? He loved his Mistress. The feathered brown tail hiked up, exposing his dark gray rumpcheeks. Bending forward, he looked over his shoulder, desperate to meet the snowy owl's eyes again as his own sparkling blue irises flashed.

"Please! Please, Mistress! I need it!" he gasped. His lips were still drenched in saliva from all the panting he'd done during the boobsmothering, but all of that was forgotten. Mistress demanded something, and Mistress would get something. That was all that mattered now. He loved Mistress. He needed Mistress. He wanted Mistress.

The transformed snowy owl loomed over the lupine figure wiggling madly below. Taller, yes, wider in the shoulders. Somehow fluffier than before, and her wings were gone. Her arms, instead, had layers of feathers flowing off to the sides, away from her prodigious chest. Almost acting like a cloak or gown to her transformed body. Luvian's eyes dropped, past the familiar and yet more massive mammaries, past her smooth and supple down-filled belly, to the top of her thighs, where a gargantuan shaft draped from her hips. It was thick at the base, easily as wide as Luvian's hips, and below, an enormous pair of orbs dangled, swaying slowly back and forth.

Luvian's brain misfired as he watched the huge pink length wave side to side as it draped from her thighs. The tip flexed upwards, slightly tapered, but still massive. He was supposed to... he'd been asking her to... wait, she didn't have... back in the club... what was he...

"Oooh, you're just so naughty I can't stand it!" the snowy owl gasped. She stretched forward and dug her fingers into the wolfbird's headfur, then dragged him backwards off the couch until the length of her maleness flattened against his spine. "Resisting my control like that... when you know deep down you want to worship me..."

Luvian stiffened. Her fingers spread over his chest, then lower, to his still aching, leaking cock, while her hips shoved forward, sliding her thick heat against his backside. Her breasts spread around his head, gently shifting and sliding and rubbing until he was squirming and hot and needy in her talented fingers.

"Yes, Mistress!" he groaned, eyes flashing blue again. The wolfbird slumped forward, hips up, and looked back over his shoulder. "Please, Mistress! Fuck me with your huge cock! Fill me up! Please!"

"Now that's a well-behaved little wolfbird," the snowy owl said, her sultry voice dropping as she wrapped her paw around her flexing shaft and stroked, lifting as she went, showing off the size and thickness of the massive length. "And well-behaved little wolfbirds who worship correctly get treats..."

Luvian wasn't sure how it qualified as a "treat," but his howl of lust drowned out the owl's own moans when she shoved herself against him, guiding the tip under his feathered tail and sinking deep. Luvian's claws scraped down the sides of the chaise lounge as his chest lifted and his jaw dropped open, then a huge "oomph!" of air as his belly bulged.

The feathers on his tail splayed, dark and reddish brown against the snowy owl's own white feathers. His tail twitched and writhed as he tried to both push himself harder down and pull himself off, his body conflicted as the overwhelming maleness throbbed inside of him.

The wolfbird, of course, came immediately. He fired his load into the cushions, helpless as the incredible girth opened him instantly. Overwhelming his body, it flooded him with pre even as she pulled his hips. He cried out, gasping as he came. Luvian's eyes were wide and his tongue curled. He'd never taken such a big cock before. Ever. It was so huge!

"Mmmmhhh... impressive, pet... almost halfway down your first try?"

The wolfbird's chest heaved. Halfway down? That was all? Halfway? It couldn't be. But he didn't have time to argue when her huge orbs swallowed up his head and shoulders, pinning his arms to his sides. He turned his wrists upwards and held on as best he could to the underswells as her hips pumped upwards, jamming deeper yet into his swelling body. The ridge of the thick length made the gray fur on his stomach bulge outwards, soon showing the clear outlines of the veiny stalk within. Luvian disappeared into the owl's cleavage as she stood up, hauling him with her, and pumped him harder straight up and down. His arms actually stopped him from being propelled straight through her tits as she grabbed his hips and dragged him down, until his legs dangled over her huge balls. Thick waves of seed pumped into his belly as his chest distorted, then his neck.

"Nnnggghhh... oh, yes... few pets... can do this even with... intense... training!"

The owl's excited words didn't reach Luvian, who was unable to do or say or think much of anything at the moment. The shaft plunged into his body, grinding deeper and deeper with each thrust, until he could taste her in the back of his throat.

His head tipped backwards, forced to by the strength of the rod inside. A gush of wet seed splurted from his lips and nostrils, then soaked into the downy fuzz of the owl's cleavage. Again, and again and again, she pumped harder, deeper, until almost a foot of thick owl shaft thrust entirely through her cleavage, in one end and out the other of the wiggling, squirming wolfbird. Impaled as he was, stretched in all directions, Luvian could only hang there, legs twitching off of her immense balls, and cum his heart out. Orgasm after orgasm made him wriggle and twitch so much that the snowy owl, caught off guard, used both paws to haul him back up.

"Oooh! Oh, you are so... naaaaaauuugggghhtttyyyyyyy!"

The fat tip dragged back inside of Luvian's muzzle, which clamped shut after it. The small males eyes clamped shut, and then his belly distended outwards around the shape of the owl's fat arousal. Visible distortions of jets of cum made Luvian's gray belly fur ripple as it grew larger and rounder, eventually forcing the snowy owl's tits to rest on top of it. Luvian, still embedded in her cleavage, was little more than a wriggling, tight, furry condom at this point as the huge owl kept him pinned down around the base of her immense maleness.

The wolfbird's eyes flashed blue yet again in the darkness between the warm orbs as he felt the flood of seed, potent and musky, stretching him out bigger and rounder by the moment, until his belly was at least as big as her huge breasts. His body went limp, unable to even clench anymore, as the owl's warmth seeped into his bones, and his eyes flashed blue.

Mistress was going to treat him so well.

* * *

Luvian ground against the pole taking up the stage, blue-tinted gold peering out into the crowded club as he swayed and danced to the music. His wide hips and round rump easily drew the gaze of many viewers, even those who might insist to others they "didn't swing that way" when confronted. He could spot his Mistress out in the crowd, her shape giving no hint to the secret she had bestowed upon him. One she had whispered into his ears between treats, petting over his spine as his fur fluffed and his body lost a few inches of height.

Grinning, he did a rather complex move, hanging upside down and showing off his plump thighs, licking his lips as he drew in admirers. Not that they could touch. Only Mistress was allowed to put her claws on him. His tricks drew her gaze, her blue eyes promised consequences for being such a naughty thing. Mistress and Luvian loved their little games during work hours, his teasing up on stage, her toying behind it. As he launched into another routine, eyes flicking away from the owl as he twirled, his ears flicked, picking up a conversation under the thumping music and groaning males.

"Hey, you guys hear from Luvian yet? I haven't seen him since that waitress took him into the back a couple weeks ago."

"I heard he quit, said he found a new job he was enjoying more. Didn't say what it was though."

"Probably involves that owl, think she convinced him with her tits?"

"Ha! Maybe.... Hey, that hot wolfbird on stage, do you think that could be...?"

"Nah, it's not. We'd know if it was."

"Yeah... well, in that case, let's get some lap dances from that cutie!"

The end