You've seen her a thousand times, the beautiful white bird with the black accents and the cute red dots on her face. That cute little fluffy tail too~ You may look at her, but does she look back? She always seems to be with another guy every couple weeks. It's alright though 'cause you've settled in now and you've got yourself a cute wolf gal who've you've been dating for a long while. You don't have to look in her direction anymore, and you're happy... right?
Your girlfriend's at your side, her hand wrapped around yours as you walk about. There's no one around, just you two. You take a seat, embrace one another and keep warm. The night is cold and your bodies are warm. Fur maintains heat pretty well, but there's nothing like a toasty body to cozy up against. Your mind is at ease, things are pleasant, but then... you see her.
The brilliant white bird struts about the evening alone, and even with your gal's head against your chest you stare at her as she passes by. This time, she looks back. A little smile emanates from her gray beak, she continues walking, pricking a feather from her tail and dropping it behind her. Your heart races; your woman cozies up next to you; the beautiful bird is escaping your clutches. It's time to move.
Your gal has fallen asleep, so you nudge her a little and gently tell her it's time to head out. She leans against you as you walk, unaware that you've picked up the dropped feather. Looking further along, there's another feather down the path. You follow the trail, holding your gal close to you in her tired state. She follows you obediently, seemingly just wanting to get home and rest. Should you stop back home? There's no way this can work out. I mean... you're with your girlfriend and it's getting late, she's sleepy... but the thrill of the hunt is too great to overpower. You follow the feathers, trusting they'll guide you along the right path. Eventually, you find yourself at a house. It's quaint, the lights are dimly lit, and the door... it's cracked open.
You hold your gal's hand tightly; this is the moment of truth. This is what you've been anticipating, all you've got to do is enter the house. Deep breaths. In... and out. In... and out. In... and- oh. You're already moving towards the door. One hands pushes it open, the other guides your partner inside. She seems oblivious this isn't your house, but you're already in too deep now. You sit her down on a chair in the living room; the house is cozy with warm, welcoming lighting. While your girl yawns and begins to fall asleep in the seat. You move further into the house, intrigued by the mystery invitation. This is what you thought it was, right? You gaze upon the floor one last time, there's a feather sitting directly in front of a door, a soft glow cascades from underneath it. You swallow the knot in your throat and turn the handle, every hair on the back of your neck stands tall as your feet quiver and the door slowly opens.
Ho... holy... HOLY SHIT!!! The white bird bird lays nude on her bed, her eyes piercing your very core. Your legs wobble like that of a newborn deer. She stands up and walks over to you, never before has blood flowed to your cock so fast. Your pants shuffle about to accommodate the extra blood flow and make room for your expanding member. You turn as red as a tomato, your heart beats a thousand times a minute, and you feel like you might pass out; but none of that matters because she puts her hands on your shoulders, pushes your face into her breasts, and whispers, "You've been waiting an awful long time for this, haven't you, wolf boy?".
You can't help but awkwardly nod as she guides you back to the living room where you find your girlfriend's passed out. She's tired as she always is. You'd almost forgotten about her with the imposing avian standing right next to you. This was a dream, simple as that. You pinched your side multiple times just to prove none of this was real, but you looked to your right to see the bird's eyes piercing right through you once again. If this were a dream, you wouldn't want to wake up. She speaks to you again, "You brought your girlfriend, huh? How sweet~". You had no clue what to make of it, not knowing whether she was to be incorporated into whatever activities you'd be pursuing for the evening or something else. While those thoughts were spinning in your head, the bird struts over to the light switch, right next to your sleeping partner and deviously utters the words, "Watch this, hon." The lights go out.
In the pitch black room, you ponder what she meant by that. Immediately following the flipping of the switch, You hear a SCHLORP, SCHLURK, SCHLUP, and a few other wet noises which are immediately followed by muffled screams and a satisfied sigh. You can barely make out a "MMRF!" or a "MMPH!" over the raging river of gurgles and groans coming from where your girlfriend soundly slept. Soon, the meaning of what the bird meant would come to light.
You felt a hand grab yours as the sloshing and muffled moans moved remarkably closer to you. The hand guides you and you end up back in the bedroom where you saw the bird gal nude. There, in the soothing glow of the moonlight, you see just what happened in the darkness of that living room. Your girlfriend struggles inside an enormous gut, swaying and sloshing inside of the beautiful bird you've been enamored with for as long as you can remember. How should you feel?! You sit down with her on the bed, she encourages you to touch and rub her gut. This... this is wrong... but it feels so right. The sloshing of her gut coupled with the muffled moaning and yelling from within her belly has never been so captivating. Your eyes boggle at the sheer heft and size of this absolute gorgeous display of avian divinity. Never before have your eyes been graced with such beauty, such impeccable and lush feathers coating a silky, soft exterior that contains your digesting partner. The bird you've long adored must have seen the flames dancing in your eyes as she pushes you down onto her bed and presses her supple posterior into your groin. Your hind paw digs into her engorged belly as you feel your gal shift inside her stomach. You cock, already erect and full of vigor, swells with passionate, boiling blood as it's compressed by the meaty ass of the exquisite predatory bird sitting on top of you.
The night is just beginning, hopefully it'll never end~


I wasn't going to write anything for this one, but one thing led to another and... here's this little story. I just loved this sort of concept and wanted to illustrate it. The boyfriend watching his (soon to be former) girlfriend digest in a predator's gut and indulging the pred~
Also wanted to design another birb. She may be used again. It depends.

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