Avian culture is feeling an instinctual desire to make the laughing kookaburra’s call at morning and sunset hours, and it just feels so utterly natural and satisfying
😔 there aren’t other kookaburras around mootie, and the mating season may be over traditionally but if there’s plentiful enough resources it could happen any time of year. 👀 surely you have a solution to this - TalonsOnSilk
HELL YEAH I DO (just pretend i’m in australia)
i liked your story so much that i decided to do my own! i hope u enjoy :3
edit: um just realized a logical error of My Dick Is Too Big To Fit Inside You so lets pretend that my dick is much smaller for this one😅
oh, my poor kookaburra friend, being isolated from her flock! i can hear your agitated chuckles from the treetops, a lone call echoing through the skies. i’m sure having no one to mate with is very frustrating, so i’ve followed your cries to the outskirts of geelong. i see you perched on a tree branch, fluttering your wings with urgency. i coax you down to a low branch with a soft whinny. your heat is so strong that i can smell it just from standing in front of you. let me take care of that for you~
i move to face your backside and nuzzle your back feathers, stroking you with my lips. you stretch your wings, and i stroke those too. then i move down to your tail and slide my lips down the lengths of your rich brown feathers there. the scent of your heat is the strongest here, and i drink it in. i lift your tail with my nose and sniff your cloaca. so wet, so desperate. i feel terrible! i want to start helping you, but why dont you move to the ground first and get comfortable? i drop to my forelegs and lay down in the grass, prompting you to follow me. you settle between my front limbs and lay down on your back, legs eagerly spreading open, talons twitching with anticipation. your feathers are shimmering with slick.
i stick my tongue out and sliiiide it up across your cloaca. you chuckle with surprise and relief, and the sound only serves to motivate me further. i lick you again, savoring the wetness beneath my tongue. your cloaca twitches with each stroke of my tongue. spit rolls down my tongue, and i lick all the way from your tail feathers to your tummy. the broad face of my tongue grinds sweetly on your hole, making it clench with pleasure. i do this a few times, feeling your soft hole twitch. then i use the tip of my tongue and work it just into the entrance of your cloaca, wiggling it a bit and slobbering on your feathers. i nicker in response to your chuckles and squawks, and the vibrations of my voice travel down my tongue and into your cloaca. i press my lips around your hole and suck ever so gently while i lick you. i can tell you’re close by the way you’re trilling and flapping your wings, so i dig my tongue into you harder and use my lips to nuzzle and suck you. you feel your cloaca throb between my lips with your approaching climax. the sky and the trees look so beautiful above you, and they seem to glow as pleasure wracks your feathered body. you can see my ears twitching intently in your field of vision. i keep working at your wet hole in a fast pace, licking and sucking diligently, grazing the inside of your vent with the soft wet tip of my tongue. you feel your cloaca clench hard around my long tongue, and you spurt into my mouth. i lick you through your climax, then smack my lips with pleasure. panting and twitching, you rest your wings on the ground. surely such a pent up bird needs more than a little tongue, right?
i gently nudge you to your feet and point my muzzle at a log on the ground— tall enough that it aligns you with my now-stiff cock, wide enough for you to lay there and relax. in fact, let me put some padding on it to make it comfortable! i uproot some soft grass and moss and lay it in a pile on the log. you flitter over to the bed and crouch comfortably. i can smell your heat returning, so i’d better act quick. you lift your tail to give me access to your cloaca, and i gently press the head of my dick against you. i can’t put my entire length inside you, of course, but i can use my flared head to make you feel good. i gently press forward and backward, the face of my head slowly stretching your wet cloaca. you trill softly with each push inward, satisfied but yearning for more. your hole is soft and worked open, so i slowly push my head inside you.
you feel the flared tip stretching you out so good from inside, and the short length of cock in you is already pressing on a sweet spot you so desperately needed to feel. i slowly, gently buck my hips to push my cock in and out of you. a vein on my cock pulses faintly, but you can feel the sensation in your sensitive hole. each slow thrust pushes my flared head forward and backward in your guts, massaging the walls of your vent so sweetly. you can feel your walls twitching with pleasure, and each time my cock hits your sensitive spots sends electric tingling down your legs and all the way to your wingtips. i’m thrusting just a little faster now, and i feel your cloaca clench around me. you squawk in pleasure, and i nicker softly back at you. the tip of my cock is grinding so deliciously against the rim of your cloaca and the walls of your vent, and it creates a wet chime as it slides in and out. your slick just keeps coming, giving my thrusts a pleasingly wet friction. you feel an approaching climax burn through your body like a hot wire, and your cloaca starts to clench in a tentative rhythm. i can feel the rhythm— and hear your urgent chuckles— so i buck my hips faster. we begin to squawk and snort in time with each other. my head keeps hitting your sweet spot, and the new hard throbbing in my cock massages your walls so good; your cloaca twitches urgently, you feel the tension build, and after one last pleasuring twitch— your cloaca pulses hard, slamming around the tip of my cock, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. you spurt over my cock, slick flying and dribbling from your hole. with my final thrust, i spill my cum into your oviduct, filling you up. i gently pull out, and cum drips from your hole, mixing with slick and sweat. you’re completely spent, laying on your moss bed all blissed out and panting.
i lick the cum and slick from around your hole and straighten out your feathers. how about a nap? i lay my head next to you on your log and we close our eyes, savoring the peace that follows a good breeding session.
10/10 would accept both methods. The big flared cock is especially fun sounding >:) and yeah I’d give a nice talon job, I swear the scales on my feet are so smooth and it would be awesome for you. I’d have to clean up the mess after - TalonsOnSilk
💔 you might crush me sure but for the sake of fantasy imagine I’m a giant kookaburra- and then oh noooo the problem of frustration wing flapping could be solved hehehe. - TalonsOnSilk
ohh nooooo… that would be sooo horribleee….. i’d hatee to pin u between my legs….. i hope u like 25 inch horse cock xP
