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Jonathan grinned as he played his favourite game his favoruite way: He was in his apartment, the curtains closed and the lights on. He was playing League of Legends, in a 5v5 Team Match. He was the blue team. The entire blue team. All of it, it was all him.

Jonathan sat upon a new spinning office chair, with a stack of desks in front of him. On these desks, there were five computer monitors, each connected to a different computer terminal. He kept them all in a corner, plugged into the wall, next to an... unidentified rock-shaped device he'd found on his travels. It was a rock, about the size of a football, and somehow, it was capable of turning everything in a radius of a few feet exactly 10 degrees Celsius, no matter how hot or cold anything around it may be. The locals had claimed it was magic, and Jonathan believed this. Some scientists would refuse to believe in magic, and assume the rock was merely created by an extremely advanced form of science, but Jonathan knew that if he didn't understand something scientific, then it wasn't science, it was either magic or dumb luck disguised as science. He'd seen magic in action, he knew it existed, and it would be illogical to deny it.

Jonathan's wings were spread out horizontally, over five keyboards and mice he'd put beneath them, atop his desks. Every one of his many feathers moved precisely, pressing keys and moving mice, creating a perfect game on the screens in front of him.

His team had Sona, Tryndamere, Veigar, Annie, and Ashe. Every move that one of his characters made, his teammates were there to back him up. All five of his characters seemed to be part of one entity, supporting each other and scoring easy kills and assists, effortlessly hunting the enemy team that, in comparison to his team, seemed to be messy, disorganised, and unskilled.

On his apartment door, there was a sign that said, 'Do not disturb' in large print, and beneath it, he'd written 'EVER' in red ink that he'd designed to drip down like blood. Hopefully, people would see this, remember that he was a carnivore, and remember how creepy he sometimes acted. Jonathan was certain that if he hadn't already decided upon his destiny, he'd become an artist.

Suddenly, he was aware of two things. One, due to the intensity of his gaming session, he hadn't slept at all or used the bathroom in two days, and he had spent the whole time sitting there, playing this game, and other 'Team games', mainly Team Fortress 2. Two, Rachel was in the room with him, lying on his bed wearing a white tank-top and a denim skirt, and surprisingly, she wasn't fapping, or whatever it was called when a female masturbated. Instead, she was using her laptop, posting links to her porn site on websites for porn, in the hopes that she'd get more views, and more donations. Three, he really had to pee.

"I believe I may soon require a break, as to void my bladder." Jonathan said boredly, without taking any of his focus off his game.

"Hm?" Rachel asked, looking up. "Hey, that game's important, right?"

"Yes, it is a tournament match."

"Then you... don't have time to take a break, right?" Rachel asked eagerly.

"Most likely." He said offhandedly.

"Y'know, I'm kinda thirsty, myself. Mind if I take a drink?"

Jonathan's right eyebrow rose. "A drink... of my urine? Here?"

"Yeah!" She said happily. "Straight from the tap! And speaking of taps, if you could shapeshift into something big and burly later today and tap my ass in a porn vid, that'd be great."

"I assume the vid will go on your website?" He asked curiously.

"Well duh! Y'know, since I helped you out here, and all, could you show up in my vids for free?"

"Very well."

She got up, and leaned over his white-feathered crotch. He grunted, sending a jolt of electricity to his cock, erecting it instantly. Her eyes widened in surprise, both at his sudden erection, and his size.

A large dark cock jutted suddenly from the otherwise completely impeccable white feathers covering his crotch. It was huge, but she reckoned she could take it. She'd sucked bigger, and if it didn't fit in her mouth, she'd just open her mouth and try to catch the stream. He seemed to be even bigger than the last time she'd seen it, and decided to ask about it later.

She got off the bed, went to his chair, and then got down on all fours, her face by his cock and her body resting on her elbows and knees. She stuck her tail and rear down, so she wouldn't obstruct his view of his games. She still found it strange that he'd rather cash in a few favours and get several computers for free, and a magical device to prevent his PCs from overheating, and then use them all to play what /should/ have been a team game completely alone, instead of actually playing a team game with a team.

She disregarded that thought, and gave the tip a tentative lick. Yep, it even tasted normal. She'd already asked him about this, because according to her 'experiences', Owls and most other birds don't usually have penises. He told her the truth- He was such a fan of Watersports, he'd used his Shapeshifting powers to give himself a fully functional cock, bladder, balls, and the other body parts it required.

With a quick, teasing lick, she licked the tip of his cock again, and then her tongue went down to his feathers. She pushed her tongue through the feathers, tasting faint traces of female secretions from too many different creatures to count, and eventually reached his ballsack. She licked them, and found that were just like she'd expected, while still tasting like Owl flesh.

She pulled her tongue back into her mouth, and went up to the tip. She gave it a series of wet, sloppy licks, covering it in her saliva.

Through it all, his focus remained solely on his games. Rachel smiled to herself. /Oh, it's on, bird-brain!/ She thought confidently.

"Alright, you're good to go!" Rachel said happily, reaching up and grabbing his erect cock with her right hand, pulling it lower and aiming it at her mouth. She then giggled. "Heeheehee, I said 'Go'."

"Thank you, dear." Jonathan said kindly, finally letting go of his bladder.

His cock's tip suddenly flared open, spraying a high-pressure stream of warm yellow piss right down her throat. She quickly took his dick into her mouth, drinking the piss as her tongue rubbed against underside out of habit.

A wave of relief and pleasure washed over him, not that he'd let anyone see it. He kept his focus on the game, and tried to ignore the sensations of her agile tongue teasing his throbbing cock. As payment for teasing, he used his shapeshifting powers to expand and enlarge his cock. Suddenly, it grew four inches, and was as thick as her wrist. It sprayed out more urine, now literally pissing like a racehorse.

She nearly gagged at the sudden increase in size and pressure, but managed to keep drinking. Knowing he did that on purpose, she started sucking him, and rubbing the warm wet walls of her mouth against his tip. She slowly started bobbing up and down, feeling her lust overtaking her.

Jonathan's eyes widened, but he refused to take any attention from his game. His feathers pressed keys on his keyboards and moved computer mice with inhuman speed and accuracy, and the match started to reach its final stage. His team, who had scored thirty kills together without dying once, were now in the enemy base, killing anything that moved and destroying anything that didn't.

Her tongue went down, rubbing and licking the entire underside, as her lips suckled his tip, sucking out as much as she could and refusing to spill a drop.

His stream started to slow down and weaken, unable to sustain his current rate of urination. He slowed down, and eventually stopped. He gave his bladder one last squeeze, spraying a small amount like a water pistol, before eventually relaxing, and smiling. "Thank you, Rachel."

She kept licking and sucking his cock, overcome with lust, bobbing her whole head up and down as her tongue wrapped around it, licking its length and trying to make him cum.

"I said, thank you, Rachel." Jonathan repeated more forcefully, his wings starting to stiffen in pleasure.

Rachel sped up, her right hand grabbing his dick and pumping it up and down as she continued her oral work. She got onto her knees, and her left hand slowly snaked down her body, reaching up her skirt and brushing against her wet pulsating walls. She rubbed two fingers against them, moaning softly onto his dick, and then in one swift move, she shoved her whole hand in there, right up to the wrist.

Jonathan's dick started twitching, and Rachel could tell he was about to cum. She teased him until he was almost at the breaking point, and then stopped, pulling her mouth away and clutching his dick harder. "Hey... Jonathan!" She asked slowly and lustfully, her breath warm on his dick, looking up at him. "If I make you cum, will you be in two of my vids?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" Jonathan yelled desperately, trying to keep his focus on his games.

She gave his cock one final lick, and then engulfed the whole thing in her mouth, wildly licking and sucking it as she pumped it harder, surrendering all control to her lust.

He came hard, firing out warm sticky rockets of cum, right into her mouth. She kept sucking, squeezing out every last blast, not letting a single drop escape her hunger. Jonathan owl-hooted in pleasure, which she found cute. She thought it was kinda like a purring cat, but cuter.

After she sucked him completely dry, she gave his dick one last kiss before letting it flop down gently and relax, softening up and being covered up by his feathers again.

"VICTORY!" The game shouted. Rachel looked back, and saw that he had won the game while she was busy. That announcer's voice sounded kinda familiar... Hadn't she heard a voice like that in her dreams, before? Either that, or it sounded like The Announcer from that other game he played.

"So, two vids?" She asked coyly.

While it was extremely tempting to say 'Three' as a gift for a job well done, Jonathan had already agreed to two, and he hated when people changed their agreements at the last second, even if they changed it for the better. "Very well." Jonathan said calmly, logging out of his accounts and turning off his computers. "So, what did you have in mind?"

"Well," Rachel began excitedly, pulling her hand out of her vagina with a wet splorch, saving her lust for later. "I was thinking, for the first vid, you'd be some kind of thief bird girl, something brightly coloured, maybe red and yellow? Anyway, you're trying to steal a thing, I'm not sure what yet, but it's something expensive-looking, maybe a fake bar of gold? Anyway, I come home early, and I catch you, and then I suggest I torture you without killing you, and you suggest rape instead, but in a way that suggests you want it, because rape is bad, but roleplay-rape is kinky. Anyway, we have steamy hot passionate lesbian sex, and about halfway through, we use the bar of fake gold as a double-ended dildo, and then we both cum together so hard we pass out. When I wake up, you've already left, but you leave your number behind, and the video fades to black with a shot of me looking at the number and smiling sexily. Sounds good?"

"Did you just conjure up that entire scenario, all on your lonesome?" Jonathan asked, surprised at his friend's creativity.

"Yeah!" She said, smiling proudly. "So, what do you think?"

"I'm... I'm sure you could find worse on the internet, if you looked for it." Jonathan said uncertainly.

"Totally! And if you liked that..." She grinned sexily, her eyelids half-closing. "Just wait 'till you hear what I've got planned for the second vid!"