Courtship Season (Angry Birds)

Ch 2: Their First Night (Mature)

NC17 smutty stuff. Skip this chapter if it's not your thing.

A muffled groan woke him in the middle of the night. Opening his eyes, Leonard found himself staring at the grey ceiling. Only the smallest hint of moonlight shone through the cabin window across from him, but it lit upon the vibrantly-colored feathers of his moaning bedmate.

"What the..." the king's words trailed off once he realized what the bird was doing. Seriously? Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he grumbled, "You couldn't wait until you were back in your own house?"

"S-shut up. It's c-courting s-season... mmm... ah... when the u-urge h-hits, it's hah hah haaard to stop t-till it'ssss done," Red hissed at him over his shoulder, his body hunched away from the bed's other occupant.

"You know, if you'd just let me help you, then we could both get some sleep," Leonard offered, biting back a yawn. Honestly, it was far too early in the morning for this kind of thing.

"Hah! You pigs w-wouldn't know w-what to d-d-do," the crimson bird insisted, his wings moving feverishly under the covers.

Leonard frowned, more than a little annoyed at the insinuation. Scooting closer, he wrapped his arms around the avian, and pulled him back against him. "Oh really? You think I haven't seen another penis before?"

"P-penis?" Red said, sounding rather confused by the term.

They probably call it something else, the king thought to himself, even as he reached between the bird's gangly legs. Dark eyes widened as his hooftips found a moist opening, rather than manhood. Red is a...

"Ah, ah..." the bird groaned, his wings clinging to the covers like a lifeline.

"You're a girl?" the pig stated aloud, the amazement evident in his voice.

"W-what? Of c-course n-n-not," Red protested, before biting his beak shut to hold in an even louder moan at the feeling of Leonard's hooves stroking him THERE.

"But you have an opening..." Leonard said, trying to trace the strange opening with one hand. The avian suddenly gasped, his entire body shuddering, before he collapsed back against the larger male. That was fast, the pig thought. "Did you just..?"

"It's a c-cloaca. All b-birds have c-cloacas. And if you're g-going to help, it n-n-needs to be m-more than o-once," Red snapped, grinding against the other man's hoof as the heat between his thighs began to build again.

"You WANT me to help you?" Leonard asked, refusing to move his hand until his new companion admitted that he needed his help. He wasn't a rapist, after all. Still, it was getting difficult to think when the bird's slick opening was rubbing back against him. If Red said no, he might have to excuse himself to the bathroom to take care of his own needs.

"No! Yes!" Red cried, leaning back against the other male. "Argh, I c-can't t-think r-right w-when the h-heat startttttssss. Just do s-something a-al-ready!"

Nodding to himself, the pig shifted until his manhood was pressed between the avian's thighs, rubbing deliciously against his 'cloaca' without actually penetrating him. Rocking forward, he pressed his lips against the bird's neck feathers to hold in his own groans of pleasure. It wasn't long before Red was once again climaxing, his opening rippling against Leonard's length. That was all it took to have the king yanking his lover close as his own orgasm shot through him.

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The silence in the room was broken only by their breaths as they came down from their shared high. Leonard felt his eyes drooping closed, even as he held his avian lover close. He should have known that the moment wouldn't last.

"You got my chest feathers all sticky," Red complained, pulling away from him, even as he pushed off the covers.

Leonard watched as the bird slipped out of bed, and made his way toward the pig's private bathroom, sliding the door shut behind him. The king breathed out a sigh as he leaned back against his pillow, taking a moment to assess the situation. Only moments before, in the throes of passion, his mind had immediately locked onto a single word: MINE! The wave of possessiveness didn't surprise Leonard as much as realizing WHO that possessiveness was directed toward.

Sitting up in bed, the pig ran his hooftips through his beard as he considered the riskiness of the situation. He'd only meant to toy with the mouthy little bird, not become attached. Perhaps it would be best if he distanced himself, at least for the first few nights he would be spending in the avian's home. "Yes, that's what I'll do," Leonard murmured to himself, twining his hooves together in dark amusement. He'd have Ross set up a separate sleeping mat in the bird's home, so that he wouldn't be tempted by having the avian in his bed.

"You have that stupid smirk on your face again," Red announced, glaring at him from the now-open bathroom door. Shutting off the light, he shuffled his way around the bed, until he was able to crawl onto the other side of it, keeping as far away from Leonard as he could get. "Don't think this means I like you. You pigs are planning something, and I'm going to find out what it is."

The king rolled his eyes, but found himself smiling as he remembered the feeling of the little bird in his arms. "Goodnight, Red."

"Whatever," the avian grumbled, keeping his back turned to him as he pulled the covers up to his neck. "Stupid pig."

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Note: I am still working on the Left Behind series, but the trailer for Angry Birds 2 came out, so I decided to start posting this story early.