Birthday Wishes [Elmo x Big Bird Oneshot]

Gift Giving.

I watch pridefully as Elmo opens his birthday gift I brought him. His little smiles bring me so much joy.

I came over today just to do this, to give elmo his gift, among other things. I had been watching Elmo in class, letting my eyes linger all over him, letting my mind run rampid.

I hadn't totally intended to do much else besides give him the gift I'd been so excited to give him, but I couldn't help from letting my fantasies get to me.

my eyes traveled to the island adjacent to the couch we sat on. I noticed his heat-suppressants sitting on the cold counter. Soon after, I realized that the bottle was entirely full, despite the date of arrival being labeled as a month ago.

“Bird?” Elmo's concerned voice snaps me back to reality, my eyes darting over to his beautiful red fur.

“S-sorry,” I stammered out, “I spaced out. hah.” Elmo continued to look at me with a slightly concerned, slightly confused face. I felt the blush run over my own yellow feathers as I continued to look at his face.

“That's okay, bird. Thank you for the gift. I really like it.” Elmo's voice runs hollow through my ears, as I'm not even able to focus on the task at hand, only the fantasies I'm so eager to fulfill.

“Mhm. Yeah, no problem, Mo.” I chuckle to myself as my mind continues to wonder.

Suddenly, the air in the room felt cold against my hips. I saw Elmo's eyes dart down from my eyes to my groin. I shifted uncomfortably. I looked down at myself discreetly and realized why exactly he was looking down.

I had been so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed my raging hard-on for my little red friend.

My eyes rushed to meet his to confirm he'd seen the same thing I did, unfortunately. Instead of being met with a stunned, even more confused look, I was met with half-lidded eyes and a predatory smirk.

Elno laid his hand over my thigh and scooted closer to me. He tilted his head slightly before he spoke in a tone I'd never heard come from him before,

“Seems like the alpha is a little pent up today, hm?” He purred.

My eyes widened slightly at his words and the novelty of this new, exhilarating tone. My voice grew low and mumbly, unsure how to approach this new territory.

“I- I.. I suppose you could.. say that…” I laid my hands passively over my lap before I continued, “It's just.. Sesame Street isn't exactly running wild with little omegas..” My eyes shifted once again, meeting the full heat-suppressants bottle on the counter.

Elmo’s face grew more red than usual. He let out a low, overly confident breath. Slowly, his palm trickled up the feathers on my thigh, just enough to tease me.

“Well, if you're a good Christian alpha like I assume you are, you don't need more than one.” His smirk widened.

I let out a pained whine, my head falling back onto the cushioning of the back of the couch. My breaths grew more huffy as I became more aware of what he was doing and how it was affecting me.

“You know exactly what you're doing, little boy.” I hadn't meant to call him “little boy,” but I suppose it slipped out in the heat of the moment. I choked quietly on my own breath. I look down at him to make sure that this accident of mine remains a happy one.

Judging by his smirk, it did.

“Just hurry up and get it in me, then, if you know the games I'm playing.” He purred out. My clothed member grew exponentially as the sweet sound of his plea echoed through the room.

“C-can do, friendo.” My voice was timid and weak compared to his.

I grabbed him by the waist harshly, as I was too pent up to even consider being gentle. I laid him down on the couch as he reached a hand to the side to grab a condom from the drawer. With love in his eyes, he looked up at me and handed me the condom.

“Good boy. Good pup.” I growled out, satisfied (and a little surprised) at his obedience. I watched as his little red head leaned back, mumbling out a quiet, breathy moan.

I moved my feathers out of the way of my throbbing, burning, yellow cock. My member fell roughly against the leather couch, making a thud sound.

I rolled on the condom and aligned myself with his red starfish. I looked at him with a smirk and desiring eyes as I spoke,

“Are you ready for your alpha to ravish you? Are you ready to be the best little beta for me?” I let out a low, seductive chuckle. He blushed and answered timidly,

“Y-yes, Daddy. I am so ready to feel your throbbing penis inside of me.”

With that statement, I thrusted into him hard like a Ford F-150. I watched as his face contorted to one of pain, then to one of pure ecstacy.

At first my thrusts were slow, hard, and intentional. I watched with a smirk as he went through so many different emotions. I listened to the song of our hot sex: the sound of a Ford F-150 driving through the mud, and the high-pitched, girly moans that forced their way out of my dear Elmo's throat.

His arms shot up to grip mine as I started pumping harder. I growled out between my teeth,

“Does this satisfy your pathetic needs, baby boy? Or do you need me to go harder?” I looked down at him, eagerly awaiting his pleas.

He looked up at me, his eyes full of lust. He meowed out his answer,

“Yes king, harder. Harder for your kitten.”

With that confirmation, I started to move my hips even harder and faster, making sure to go all the way in and out. I grabbed hold of one of his hips and moved it with mine.

“You feel so good, kitty.” I groaned out. I grabbed hold of his shaft and began to stroke it slowly. I looked at his closed eyes and open mouth and smiled to myself a little. I didn't think my wet dreams would actually come true.

I continue to pump into him as he moaned out his words,

“Mmph, fuck, daddy! Feels so, aah~, good.”

He bucks his head and hips at the same rate, little gasps escaping his beautiful, red mouth.

“I'm gonna.. oh, God, bird, I'm gonna..”

He breaks out into hundreds of beautiful, messy moans. He completely loses his ability to speak under the pleasure his alpha is giving him. I began to stroke his shaft even faster, biting my own lip to prevent my moans.

“Go on, kitten.”

Suddenly, my yellow, feathery claws are white, as is his red belly. I watch smugly as his chest moves up and down.

I give a few more thrusts before I let out a loud groan. I feel myself finally cum and fill his delicate ass up. I sigh and smile at him.

“G-good boy..” I pant.

He chuckles, eyes fully glazed over from being claimed. His body relaxes and goes limp. I pull out of him with a sudden “pop” sound and roll the condom off of me. I chuck it into the trash can across from me.

God is dead.