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Warm Weather Dreams Art by Maxner12/Eggcellent Story by Patrigue Ugh such a pain to wake up before the alarm. Fuck off trace of sunlight directly on my face. White noise of ceiling fan turning turning turning take me back to the dreamy depths of the REM cycle before the ringity ring of modern technology forces today to start. What time is it anyway where is my phone is that a six or a nine or a number at all blurring into my eyes? All I know is that I’m late… wait I’m late? I’m late! The math test the book report the oral presentation I need to get up and get these blankets off of me and has my morning wood always been this long and veiny? If this is a symptom of sleeping in the nude I should ditch sleepwear altogether. Slap slap focus birdbrain no time to rub one out. Get showered get breakfast get dressed. Just rinse up in the closet snack on your dresser and put on whatever clothes you can find that aren’t wet or full of bite marks… SHITSHITSHITFUCKFUCKFUCKWHATHAPPENEDTOMYCLOTHESWHYNOWOFALLTIMESFUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!! Wait I can borrow some of Dad’s clothes we’re about the same size he’ll understand. No time to explain just run out the door and head to his room across the beach. Oh, the sun is warm and the sand is soft thank goodness for the summer. No wonder the beach is so crowded today, lots of umbrellas and coolers all over. And swimsuits green red black white violet orange with a white stripe down the seam rosy patterns one piece and two piece speedo and trunks. Weird how everyone is wearing swimsuits on a nude beach why would they bother with them? Whatever at least I’m undressed for the occasion even if everyone seems to be staring and blushing and not helping little Pat go down. Seriously have I always been this thick and bouncy down there or are their eyes playing tricks on me? Haven’t they seen a naked person running to his dad’s room for clothes before taking a math test before it’s almost like this isn’t a nude beach after all. No if clothing was mandatory I would’ve gotten dressed before I started my jog. If you peeping toms wanna stare then go ahead watch my ass jiggle with every leap. My cock will bounce and throb and leak as much as you random perverts desire this is what is the unbridled joy of public nudity looks like and I dare any of you fuckers to try and take it away from me because I’m free! Shed those clothes shed those inhibitions. Let the sun kiss your skin the wind tickle your fur feathers scales the sand massage your toes and the eyes of everyone enhance your exhibitionist elation. Fellate your friends cunniligue your comrades frot your fellow beachgoer! Perfect perfect everyone I’ll see you all at the orgy. The orgy! I’m late for the orgy. Runrunrunrunrun pray Perci and Andrew didn’t start without me she wanted to try double penetration for the first time I can’t disappoint her. Where did this cliff come from has it always been here my goodness I can see everything from up here. There they are the friends the benefits the love all over kiss and touch and fondle and finger and stroke and fuck! Black and white I finally spot them curse this cliff. So I’m going to have to jump. Here I come darlings catch me in your sweet embrace and let me fill you. Wait what where is that sound coming from? No no not the ringity ring anything but that please just five more minutes in paradise falling into her falling into black fur black submission black abyss… Hold on my eyes are closed. ------------------------------------------------ Pat winced at the blaring of his phone’s alarm clock, the default ring at max volume. Reaching up and out of bed for the snooze button, he took note of his surroundings. His clothes hung in his closet, dry and uneaten. Outside his window a pale, snowy landscape illuminated his dim college dorm. The clock on his phone clearly read 9:01AM. And as far as he could recall, finals didn’t start for another week. The only remnants left from his unhinged unconsciousness were his state of nudity and his throbbing erection, which was currently staining his bed. “Ugh, seriously? Why is there so much?” Pat knew his ejaculations were above average, but this instance of emissions certainly wasn’t white enough to count as a wet dream. Was he truly able to leak this much pre-cum in his sleep? The only reason the avian ditched his typical sleepwear was at Perci’s suggestion, as well as the convenience of his roommate spending the week in India for a family wedding. While the comforter did feel pleasurable across his form, the mess before him had him doubting whether or not his hormones would behave enough for him to enjoy it. “Least I didn’t piss the bed,” he sighed, grabbing a bunch of tissues from his desk and cleaning it as best as he could. “Do I even have time to do laundry today?” It was then he remembered the still-falling snow beyond the curtained pane. The powdery fields were smooth and untouched, devoid of any other students rushing to class… or spotting the bird in all his bare glory, a possibility that brought his downstairs self to twitch. Tossing out the used tissues, he checked his phone again, this time for his email. Alas, multiple notifications from his professors had filled his inbox, all of them canceling their lectures thanks to the inclement weather. “Hmm, guess I do.” He grabbed the blankets and tossed them over the mattress before planting himself back on the bed. He considered closing the curtains for privacy, but it wasn’t like anyone was out there to begin with. Yes, the laundry had to get done eventually. However, the exhibitionist conure had more pulsing matters to attend to. Closing his eyes, he slipped a hand around his cock, and guided his mind back to that lovely nude beach. “Let’s enjoy the wonderful weather, shall we?”
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At Midnight the Ball Drops… and so do the pants Gift commission for a lil birb guy named Patrigue :D Hope you enjoy~ If you want to see my art up to 1 week early and in HI RES, check me out on Patreon at https://www.patreon.com/codyf0xx
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"Don’t Stop: Second Account" by Patrigue Read the 'First Account' here --- “Dude! You’re gonna be famous!” "Oh please," Perci blushed. "Everyone else in the class is going to have their photos on display, too." "Still, though! Having your stuff shown in the student gallery is awesome. Think about it: your best features, on display to be ogled and admired by eager strangers?" “Was that an exhibitionism joke?” “No, more of an exhibitionism tease.” “To-may-to, to-fuck-yourself, Pat.” That line had me doing a spittaking and coughing up my iced tea. Never could expect what came out of her mouth during our lunches at the Student Union. “You all right, birdy? It would kinda suck if you died right now.” “Nope… not dead yet,” I wheezed. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking about my theme.” “For what?” She raised an eyebrow at me. "Oh, right! The photography class. Doi! Go on.” "Well, most of the other students are doing still life. You know, antiques, fruit baskets, all that fancy crap. So, I wanna shake it up and show some actual people in my art!" "Mhm, mhm." "And there's a ton of nude art out there: Renaissance, Impressionists, Ancient Greece. So, why not add to it? Snap a few pics of nudists walking around in nature and call it something like Untamed Nature: Species at Their Most Natural." "Sounds like an excuse to go streaking in the woods." "I like to think of it more as a study of different anatomies under natural lighting… then again, the two aren't mutually exclusive." "Of course. Though, I doubt the life art models the school hire would be willing to pose for that." "Ha! Don't need 'em. A few guys from the kink club already agreed to volunteer." "Oh, sweet!" "Yeah, but I want to get as many species as I can: canines, felines, reptiles…" Suddenly, she paused, her lips formed a smirk as her gaze turned lustful. "Birds…" My eyes instantly went wide, "Hold up… are you implying… what I think you're implying?" "You can say 'no,' obviously. I'd get it if you didn't want to expose yourself to a bunch of random art goers. Just figured there's no harm in asking … you know, with the balcony incident and all." My face lit up like a stop light. Sometimes I forget how that night wasn't a dream. After all, in what reality would I willingly walk out onto the balcony, strip down to my feathers, and pleasure myself under the night sky? "Or, I don't know, maybe you know someone who might be open to it!" she added. "Anyway, I have a class to get to. Think about it and get back to me, will ya? Later!" I almost didn't hear her say goodbye with how lost in my thoughts she left me… until a certain tightness in my pants pulled me back to the real world, just as always. Ever since that night, the memory of it would randomly enter my mind and would force me into having to do the hide-the-bump-in-my-pants shuffle until I had the privacy to use a more hands-on solution. The only reason she knew about that was because her boyfriend Andrew spotted me. Kind of a blessing in disguise it wasn't a cop or a professor. Not only did he swear himself to secrecy (aside from Perci), but he even encouraged me to continue, and watched as I jerked off in front of him. What followed was one of the strongest orgasms I ever had in my life, along with a text from Perci wishing she was there. I didn't want to fully admit that I was an exhibitionist, comparing myself to those random trench coat flashers that harass women on the street, but I would be lying if I hadn't thought about wanting to be watched again. This was for an art installation though! One set of eyes on my body would be replaced with hundreds, possibly thousands. That's just too big of a leap for anyone... And yet, I couldn't fully push the idea out of my mind. So about that photo shoot, I typed as I lay in bed after all my classes. Are you still looking for… Backspace. I had a few questions concerning… Backspacebackspace. How many people are going to see your… Backspacebackspacebackspace. "Ugh!" I groaned at myself. "C'mon! Stop pussyfooting around and just talk to her!" Despite my pep talk, my thumbs remained immobile, hovering over the keyboard. Looking for inspiration, I scrolled up to a previous text: Andrew told me abt the balcony FUKKIN HOTTEST THING EVER shouldve invited me birdbutt Sometimes, on lonely nights like this, I reread that text and relive that crazy night. On this evening in particular, however, that memory wasn't alone. My head was clouded by all the sexy shenanigans Perci and Andrew had gotten into, and how honored I felt to bear witness to it. As I slid a hand into my boxer-briefs, it struck me how many times I've helped enable her exhibitionism kink, and how many times she's gotten off from it. Maybe, one of those nights, she saw a spark ignite in me, the same one that fuels her. This offer she mentioned, it could be her way of returning the favor… and maybe it's time I let her. Five minutes later, I typed I'll do it! with a white-stained finger and hit send. If I'm going to fly too close to the sun, at the very least, she'll make sure I enjoy the fall. ------ Jeez, I didn't think the sun would be this sweltering today. It can't possibly be only sixty-four degrees out right now. Maybe I should start wearing a T-shirt instead of this stuffy hoodie. "Hey!" I spotted the familiar poodle in a black-and-white getup from across the parking lot jogging my way. "Hey!" I shouted back. "You ready?" "Yeah, I think so." "Cool! We're heading out once Andrew gets his car." "Andrew?" As if called by name, a white hybrid car pulled up in front of us and rolled down its windows, revealing the mountain goat in the driver seat. "Whoa! Wait a minute, Andrew is tagging along?" "Yep!" "How come? I mean, not that I mind him joining. I-I just thought it would be us two." "What? It's not like I'm gonna see anything I haven't already," Andrew quipped. Damn that goat and his flirtatious wit. "Andrew, behave," Perci chided as she loaded her camera bag into the trunk of his car. "I don't have my license yet, so he's driving." "You don't know how to drive?" "I'm gonna get my learner's permit… eventually… Anyway, he's also gonna keep a lookout. The part of the park we're gonna be shooting at is pretty secluded, but it's still a public park, so I'm not taking any chances." "Oh… good, then." Butterflies crowded my stomach as we headed off for the nearby state park. Aside from Perci giving Andrew directions and the turned down classic rock from the radio, the ride was silent for the most part. In my head, on the other hand, I was wondering who exactly would see these photos. I mean, I've already seen most of the kink club naked, so it shouldn't be a problem if they see. But what if my family sees? No, they won't. I've been over this a hundred times already. No one in the family visits you on campus except for Mom and Dad, and that's only to pick you up on the weekends. They don't even leave the car. They just park, wait for me to hop in, and head home. The only other people who see it will be students and staff. But one of them could take pictures of it and post it online! No, that shouldn't be a problem. The only thing my older relatives use the internet for is Facebook, and nudes are banned there. Wait, are they allowed to take pictures in the student gallery? I know some galleries forbid it, but is that one one of them? Fuck, I don't know. Fortunately, we got there before I talked myself into another ball of stress. Perci was getting out the camera bag whileI was greeted to the sight of a forest clearing to the east of the dirt lot we parked in. "So, Perci, is this where we're shooting?" I asked. "Nope. It's about a twenty minute walk to the spot I picked out, so hopefully we should get there before the sun goes down. She had a point. Due to morning and afternoon classes, five o' clock was the latest we could meet up. We still had an hour or so of daylight, but whether or not it would be enough was anyone's guess. "I guess we should get going then," I conceded, walking into the wilderness. "Pat, hold up!" she called out, stopping me in my tracks. "What? "Come back!" "I thought you said you wanted to get there before sundown." "Yeah, but it won't matter if you're not up for it." I cocked an eye at her, "Excuse me?" "All I'm saying is it's okay if you're not mentally ready for this. I already have other models lined up. You do not need to do this if you're not up to it." "Perci, I said yes. We're already here. Let's just get this over with." "Dude, really? You were dead silent for the whole car ride and walk here. If you’re having second thoughts about this, it’s like, a thousand times smarter to just say it." Jeez, am I that fucking obvious? "...Maybe," I finally spat out, not even able to look her in the eye. "Pat, be real with me. Did you only agree to this because I wanted you to?" "No, it's… a part of me really does want to do this." "But not all of you?" I grunted, "How do I explain this?... It's like… it's scary, but could still be fun." "Like a roller coaster?" Andrew interjected. "Yes! Exactly like a roller coaster! Fun as hell once I got over all those nerves!" "Hmm," Perci uttered, the gears still turning in her head. "How about this: we head there and take a few candid shots with your clothes still on. If your nerves die down, then you can take off as much clothing as your little birdy heart desires. And if you're still on the fence about it, we'll head home. Simple as that." "Okay. I can agree to that." "But I need you to be honest with me. Promise me you'll tell me if it’s ever too much and don't just yes me into photographing you. Got it?" "Scout's honor.” "Good, now let's go!" We made an effort not to dilly dally. The exercise proved to be a nice distraction from the sudden burst of drama in the parking lot. "So, uh…what kind of candid shots were you thinking?" "Nothing in particular, honestly. Karate stance, T-pose, funny faces, whatever strikes you in the moment I guess." Perci kept geeking out about what she learned in photography class while Andrew and I actively listened, asking about the jargon and other unfamiliar topics. Eventually, Perci came to a halt, both in her speech and her gait. "You guys hear that?" We had to keep quiet and perk up our heads, but amidst the sounds of nature, we could distinguish the faint rush of a running stream. "Almost there!" she beamed, dashing ahead. "Hey!" We collectively yelled, giving chase. Thankfully, the sprint after her lasted less than half a minute as we reached our destination. With her dashing speed, she hopped clear across the running stream as we scooted to a halt. She turned around with a jump, and declared our trek a success, "Ta-dah!" It was definitely a sight worth photographing. After tiptoeing across the rocks protruding from the stream, I landed on soil planted red and yellow with fallen leaves. In front of me stood a tree whose wide trunk wore moss so bright green I thought it was glowing at first glance. Its branches stretched outward to one side, curved in a manner not unlike the proscenium arch of a theatre. Large, semi-buried stones speckled the ground amidst the leafy floor, almost as if to act as seats for the stage. "Wow, how'd you even find this spot?" "Honestly? Pure luck,” she answered as she fiddled with her camera bag. “The whole class chooses these woods for their environmental pictures. So I gave it a shot and boom! Found this little piece of Eden." "Oh… we're not going to run into any of them, are we?" "Relax! That's why I’m here.” Andrew chimed in, still meandering on the other side of the stream. “The trails are on this side of the stream, so if anyone passes by, I’ll see them before they see you." “Okay, I’m just about ready. Pat, you good? Not nervous at all?” "Not really," I answered. "But then again, I still have my clothes on." "Well, let's start with that and see where we go from there." she reasoned before pointing her finger to a blank spot. "I’m gonna need you to stand right there just past that low branch." Time to get the show on the road. We got a bunch of different poses: leaning against the tree, hanging from the tree, middle fingers high, even a downward dog pose. Too many to count, to be honest. Eventually, I got the nerve to take my shoes off and kick them behind the tree, letting the mossy earth brush against my talons. However, as I grabbed the hem of my hoodie and lifted it off, I felt a knot form in my stomach. The snap of Perci's camera sounded less like the flash of film and more like the "tch" of an uppity art snob. Put your shirt back on, tubby! I could hear him say. As much as I wanted to ignore the bastard, I did make a promise to Perci. Guess it just wasn't meant to be. “Mind if I throw my two cents in?” Andrew piped up, fishing his phone from his pocket. “Whenever we had nude models in life drawing class, we'd let them put music on to help them relax. Maybe that could help here? Music… it made sense, of course. I've lost count of the times I've used it to alter my state: ambient to help me fall asleep, hardcore punk to help me wake up, dance music to motivate me. But what song, if any, could help me shed my inhibitions? "IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE! SO TAKE OFF ALL YO CLOTHES! I AM GETTING SO HOT! I WANNA TAKE MY CLOTHES OFF!" "Andrew! That’s not helping!" the poodle shouted. With a shrug and a tap of his phone, the devious goat silenced the music. "Maybe something a little less… on the nose?" “Please,” both Perci and I sighed. "Pick your poison, then. I’ve got all sorts of shit on here. Stoner rock, psych rock, prog metal, R&B, synthwave, ocean grunge…" "Ocean grunge? Do I even… Do I wanna know what the hell that is?" Wait a minute… "THAT'S IT!" Quickly, I pulled out my own phone and opened up the music app. After a few seconds of scrolling, I selected my song, set the volume to max and lay my phone down next to my shoes. Instantly, the slow and steady stomp of the bass had me tapping my foot as it set the tempo. Soon after, I was bobbing my head as the psychedelic stoner-rock guitar riff joined in. I closed my eyes and let the music flow through me: “Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the tide, That sticks around like summat in your teeth? Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week.” Not even through the first verse and losing myself to the music, unconsciously swaying my hips from side to side. By the pre-chorus, the song had tightened its strings around my wrists, and I was but a puppet to the rhythm of the music, lip syncing the falsetto lyrics. “Do I wanna know? If this feelin' flows both ways? Sad to see you go, Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made, For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day," "Crawling back to you!” I mouthed along with the chorus, with my index finger pointed at the camera girl, clutching my hoodie against my bare chest and rubbing it into feathers like sunscreen. That is, until my chest started to feel uncomfortably hot. Guess I didn't need it anymore. Balling up, I chucked in a random direction where it ended up landing on a low branch just as the second verse kicked in. "So have you got the guts?" Heh, did I? I let my moves speak for themselves, following the words of the song: Stretching my arms wide for "Been wonderin' if your heart's still open," clamping them around my shoulders at "and if so, I wanna know what time it shuts," and crouching down and blowing Perci a kiss along with "Simmer down an' pucker up." However, amidst my pantomime, it struck me that the song was about halfway over, and I was still just as clothed as I was at the beginning. Camera be damned, I'm dancing for a reason. I brought my hands to my chest, letting them caress my feathers as they traveled downward to the fly of my jeans. "Do I wanna know? If this feelin' flows both ways?" With a snap and a zip, my bottoms were loosened. With each swing of my hips, the hold my jeans had on my hips gave away, exposing the top of my underwear. My heart was beating like a race car's engine, and whether that was from the workout of dancing or the thrill of public stripping, I didn’t know… Nor did I care… It wasn't long before gravity took care of the rest and my pants were around my legs. Perfect timing, too. The chorus was coming back in. "Crawlin' back to you!" I punctuated the chorus yet again, jumping out of my pants and kicking them so hard, they flew off onto another branch. "Ever thought of callin' when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do." Now, it was just me and my slowing tenting boxer-briefs. Looking to the others, Perci was biting her lip, gripping her camera like she was afraid I'd stop if she let go. Even Andrew couldn't help but sneak a couple of peeks, eschewing his lookout duties in favor of my sultry moves. Then again, could I blame him? “Do I wanna know? If this feelin' flows both ways?” “Sad to see you go,” “Was sorta hopin' that you'd stay.” The outro. It was time to show ‘em what I’m made of. I turned around and stuck my thumbs into the waistline of my underwear. I pulled them down inch by inch, the cotton rubbing against my hardness all the while. The lower they went, the lower I brought my tail as well, making sure my audience had to use their dirty imaginations. I was at full mast by the time my erection slipped out. Instantly, it twitched against the outdoor wind. Fuuuuuuuuuuck, I should’ve agreed to this sooner. “Baby, we both know, That the nights were mainly made, For sayin' things that you can't say tomorrow day." Just like my pants before, my final piece of clothing went loose against my thighs and fell to the floor. Not ready to end the teasing, I bent down to grab them, and held the pair over my crotch as I turned around, showing my friends almost everything. Their eyes we’re still glued to me, making my manhood shudder again. “Do I wanna know? Too busy bein' yours to fall, Sad to see you go Ever thought of callin', darlin'?” I had to stifle a laugh as I remembered how scared I was to do this initially. But just like those coasters, I overcame that fear, or more accurately, I embraced it. After all, there will always be that suspense from climbing that first hill before the drop, but that's part of the thrill, isn't it? Now, however, the high-speed loops or corkscrew turns were replaced with eager eyes and broken taboos. Regardless, the thumping in my chest and my twitching cock pushed me over that hill, fully ready to plunge into exhibitionism. “Do I wanna know?” I spun, letting my hands and my tail fly free. "Do you want me crawlin' back to you?” Accentuating those final words, I struck my final pose: a side view showcasing both my stiff erection and the curve of my rear. The music played on, but with nothing else left to reveal, I left my stance, brought up the tiny garment still left in my hand and let it go in a mic-drop fashion just as the reverb of the guitar’s final strum rang out. **FLASH** A bright light went off in Perci’s hands. “Oh, shit! Sorry, finger slipped. Didn’t mean for it to go off like that.” After a few seconds of silence, the sound of clapping rang out from across the stream. “I didn’t know you had that in you!” Andrew piped up. I giggled, “Honestly, neither did I.” "You should give burlesque a try. It’s pretty popular at conventions.” “I'm guessing you're not feeling nervous anymore?" Perci asked, camera reset. "Heh, what's to be nervous about?" I quipped. "All I did was strip in the middle of a public park where anyone could spot me and report me to the police, specifically for the purpose of having my naked body photographed and displayed for the entire campus to see. Totally an average day as a Limestone River University student, right?" “I think it depends what major you’re going for,” Andrew countered. “Hardy har. Anyway, shall we get this show on the road?” I asked, striking a pose. “Miss LaPerna, I’m ready for my close-up.” She shook her head with a smile on her face before finally bringing the camera reticle to her eye, “Say cheese!”
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"A Bottom's Up Halloween" by Patrigue “Hey Pat, glad you could make it,” Andrew greeted with a fistbump as the parrot entered the backyard. “Glad you invited me,” he responded, looking around. “Where’s Perci?” “Still putting the finishing touches on her costume. Spent two days putting it together.” “Two days? Must be a helluva costume!” “Oh, it is.. Way more effort put into it than mine,” he answered, gesturing to the single sheet covering him. “Well, I’m sure it has its benefits. Must be nice and breezy under there.” “A little too breezy if I’m being candid,” he muttered, “One big gust of wind and I’ll end up flashing everyone.” The parrot’s eyes popped open, “You too?” With a roll of his eyes, he hesitated before… “Perci and I made a deal last night. I wear the costume and nothing else and in return, she’ll… take me in the back door.” “Huh, wow.” “Yeah.” “Well, if it makes you feel any better,” the avian answered, patting his kilt and sporran, “you’re not the only one.” “PAT! YOU’RE HERE!” a voiced cried out, before Pat was unceremoniously glomped by a piñata-appareled poodle. “Good to see you too, Perci.” “Looks like you got that kilt after all, huh? Are you wearing it like a ‘True Scotsman?’” His shoulders slumped, “Am I really that predictable?” “Honestly, I was half-expecting you to show up naked.” “Nah, I don’t think the other partygoers would appreciate that as much as you would.” Pat saw the gears turn in Perci’s head before a smirk crept across her face. Oh, no. “Hey, everyone!” she called out to the party. “Would anyone mind if my boyfriend whipped his dick out!?” Aside from the music from the speakers, she was initially met with total silence… until one brave voice replied, “Which one?” “Either one.” “Wait, what?” Andrew interjected, but it was too late. “Fuck it, why not?” someone piped up. “I mean, it’s just a penis.” said another. “Go for it!” “Go ahead!” “Do it, cowards!” “Rock out with your cock out!” One by one, each partygoers voiced their unanimous vote for the boys to expose themselves until it became one giant chant of “Do it! Dot it! Do it!” “Sounds like they don’t mind at all,” she quipped as she took out her phone and crouched down. “Come on, you two. Let me get a selfie with the boys.” Patrigue and Andrew looked to other as the crowd continued their cry. “It’s like she’s trying to turn me into a public flasher,” Andrew huffed. “Honestly, we should have expected this with costumes like this.” “True… shall we?” “On three?” “On three.” “One.” “Two.” “THREE!”
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"Don't Stop on My Account" by Patrigue Every choice you make in life has its risks and its rewards, whether it's immediately obvious or not. For example, say you decide to spend all day watching cartoons. Sure, there's the gratification of watching the team of superheroes save the day in an entertaining fashion every twenty-two minutes. However, there is that possibility that you could remember a few hours into your marathon that the eight-page electrical engineering paper you've put off doing for the past week is due by midnight tonight. You know, the one that's worth ten percent of your grade? Well… my grade, actually. Yeah, that hypothetical situation wasn't as hypothetical as I wish it was. I did finish it in time, though. Emailed it to the professor with five minutes still on the clock. Just wish I hadn't stayed up that late on a night before my early morning classes. I guess that's what I get for procrastinating, huh? The funny thing is, high school me never would've done this. That paper would've been done the day after it was assigned. Then again, I didn't have much of a social life to distract me. That was way before I ever met Perci and discovered… well, that's a story for another day. Anyway, I'm in my bed, trying to fall asleep after that damn paper, but after staring at a computer screen for the past four hours, I'm too wired. Counting isn't helping. I can't listen to music because it'll wake my roommate. The dining halls are closed by now, so a midnight snack is out of the question. So in my infinite wisdom, I figure the only thing that'll help me sleep is jerking off. It'd be awkward if the roomie woke up and saw me shaking the seed-shooter five feet away from his face, so I headed for the bathroom, making sure not to trip on any scattered clothing the macaque left on the floor and slowly opening and shutting the door as I slipped out. The lobby was dark, the only light being the nightlight the civet from the other dorm plugged in. However, as I walked towards the restroom, I caught a shining glimpse of something in my peripheral vision. It was the light’s reflection on the balcony’s glass door. Odd, usually the curtain is covering it. I took a step toward it, to close it, but with each step, something else about the balcony just… drew me in. For some reason, it reminded me of Perci. It felt like only yesterday when the black-coated canine showed me her knack for putting her body on display, with every eye in the room glued to her exposed body, not even attempting to cover herself. I didn't know what to make of it at first, but it was like a good TV show: the more I saw, the more I enjoyed it. And I, the virgin freshmen who up until then felt nothing but uncertainty about sexuality, envied her in a way. I mean, how could I not? Who wouldn't want to be brazen enough to be unafraid of what others think of their body, to approach sex without fear or shame? As taboo as her exhibitionist tendencies were, I couldn't help but admire them. And they say you should try to be like those you admire. A faint breeze wafted by me as I opened the sliding glass door. The moment my talons touched the cold concrete, my heart began beating a mile a minute. I was really out there in only my boxer-briefs, where anyone could see me. Sure, I wasn't technically indecent, but if you were walking around and saw a bird in only a pair of underpants, you wouldn't exactly consider it wholesome either. Luckily, the view from the balcony was mostly just the woods, so I didn't have to worry too much about onlookers. Still, I scanned the ground as best as I could in the darkness. No sign of life. I looked to my left and right to the adjoining balconies; empty. I could almost hear Perci whispering in my ear: There's nobody around, Pat. This is the perfect opportunity. Don't be afraid to have a little fun. Come on, get rid of those undies and show the world what you're made of! And that's exactly what I did. My eyes were still darting around, as if I would find somebody who was watching the entire time. My breath was shaking like I was freezing. But it was nowhere close to cold, and I knew that because I could feel the outdoor wind across my entire body as I stood there, completely naked, with my only article of clothing lying on the ground around my feet. Sure, I could have pulled them back up… but I didn't want to. I stepped out of them, instead. As if I was on auto-pilot, I picked up the garment, chucked them back into the suite, and closed the door behind me. Now I couldn't even cover myself if I was spotted. Every action I took made my mind run more frantically. At the same time, though, it also made loins swell greater until my manhood stood at full mast in the crisp, night air. Again, one last time, I looked everywhere for anything; nothing. Perfect. I lowered a hand to my privates and did what came naturally to me. Touching myself was… you know how if you think you're dreaming, you're supposed to pinch yourself, and if it hurts you're not? It was like that. The sensation of how good my hand felt around my cock opened my eyes to how real this all was. Wanting more, I tightened my grasp and started stroking myself. After a while, my knees were weak. I turned around and leaned back-first against the railing. The cold steel against my bare buttocks made me clench, but the icy touch only brought me closer to the edge. I was no longer thinking. I stopped caring about my surroundings. All that mattered in that moment was how hot my body was getting in the cool air and how my cock was seconds away from letting loose, which is probably why I never noticed the person watching from the balcony to my left. "Oh hey, Pat!" I shrieked as I jumped from shock. Words cannot describe the pure terror I felt knowing I was not only caught, but caught by somebody who recognized me. Instantly, I hunched over, covered my groin, and tried in vain to think of any possible explanation that could explain away that I was jerking off in public. "Woah! Woah! Take it easy! Is that how you react when anyone says hello to you?" Wait a sec. I recognized that voice. "Andrew?" I asked, looking his way. Sure enough, there was that white-furred goat all dressed up in his usual camo getup. "Sup?" He answered nonchalantly. "Oh, thank goodness." See, we haven't interacted much, so I can't say I know him too well, but I do know that he's no stranger to Perci's outdoor antics. If anyone was going to let me off the hook for my shenanigans, it'd be him. "Funny running into you here." "Y-yeah," I stuttered, trying to continue the conversation while I still clutched at my staff and pearls. "I, uh… I thought you lived off-campus." "Oh, I do. A friend just needed some help with studying for a political science test. He's out now getting us food from the dining hall and I was going to have a smoke," he said as he pulled his weed pipe from his pants before pocketing it again. "By the way, word of advice? You should cover your face, not your genitalia. People will recognize one more than the other." "You're not going to tell anybody, are you?" "Of course not. What kind of snitch do you think I am?" "Just wanted to make sure," I sighed as I reached for the door, "I guess I should probably go back inside." "You're not going to finish?" I paused, "Finish… masturbating?" "Well yeah. From the looks of it, you were pretty close. You don't want blue balls, do you?" "You mean, like… out here? With you?" "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm just saying it's not my first time watching somebody get off in an unconventional location." At that point, I'd never done anything with an audience before. Heck, looking back, I'm surprised I didn't just run back into the suite at the first sound of company. I opened my mouth to say 'no,' but then I thought, What would Perci do? "You… really don't mind?" "Not at all, dude. Stroke away." I gulped, "If you say so." Slowly, I removed my hands from my privates and posed them behind my back, giving Andrew a full view of my body. Despite my timidness, my manhood still stood firm and tall. "So, uh… how do I look?" "Not bad. I can see why Perci likes you so much." "Really?" "Oh, definitely. She likes guys with bright coats, or plumage in your case.” “I’m not, like… too fat or anything.” “Oh fuck that. That just means more for her to love. Also, I’m not really into guys, but let me just say, I haven’t seen a sausage that thick since Oktoberfest.” I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. Straight or no, the way he complimented my body had me dancing on air. With a little more confidence, I finally put a hand back around my member. "I guess I should start the show, huh?" I quipped, scratching the back of my neck. "Whenever you're ready, bird-butt." Bird-butt. Only Perci calls me that. She must've told Andrew all about our little horizontal tango that night, and how those words got me even redder in the cheeks. That fucking tease. Well, if he wanted a show, I was going to damn well give him one. No more holding back. I closed my eyes and got to work, pistoning my shaft while my other hand caressed my stomach, sinking into my feathers. I raised my tail and let the breeze dance along my underside. I even rolled my open hand around to grab a fistful of my own buttock. Moans that were normally stifled masturbating in the privacy of my own bedroom left my beak freely. In my head, I focused on Andrew's eyes being on me. Being seen. Heard. The center of attention as I did what most would consider too depraved for the public eye. But why stop at one set of eyes? Why not two? Or eight? Or a hundred? Heck, why only eyes when smart phones and video cameras can gaze upon my brazenness as well? The crowd had formed, all rosy cheeked from the sight of my public shamelessness, but doing nothing to stop it. Each imaginary stare and camera only encouraged me as I inched closer to release. That's right! Look at me, everyone! I'm not ashamed of myself. Why should I be? You're all as perverted as I am. None of you just want to admit it. You take this natural and beautiful act and call it trash and taboo. But even now, you all can't help but watch vicariously and become aroused. Don't deny it, embrace it. Look at me. Look at me! LOOK AT ME! And like that, I had reached my breaking point. Quickly, I grabbed onto the railing and turned to face the balcony's scenic vista as I clenched my eyes shut and climaxed into the night air. "Aaaaaaugh!" I moaned as the first stream of white jettisoned from my body. My knees went weak, but with a firm on both the guardrail and my shaft, I continued to milk myself as each new wave of jizz leaked from me until nothing but a solitary droplet hung from my tip. Still riding the high, I could only stand there and bask in the afterglow as I slowly regained my composure. It was then that I noticed the sound of a single pair of hands clapping coming from next to me. "Bravissimo," Andrew deadpanned. "Five stars. Critics everywhere are raving. 'A smash hit' says the New York Times." "Pfffffft!" "Seriously though. You did put on one hell of a show. Like I said, Perci would've loved this." "Hehe, thanks," I blushed. "A shame she wasn't here to enjoy it, though. Yo, would you be okay with me telling her about tonight?" I shrugged, "I guess there's no harm in it." "Thanks, man! I'll be honest, I was half-tempted to take a picture for her, but I didn't think you'd be cool with that." "Maybe next time.” "Oh, there's gonna be a next time, huh?" Damn my absentmindedness. "I'm gonna go inside now," I averred. Andrew pulled out his pipe again. "Sure you don't want to stay out a bit longer?" "Nah, I got morning classes." "Ah well. G'night, Pat!" "Night." And with that, I stepped back into my suite as Andrew stuffed his pipe. I slipped into the bathroom to relieve myself and wash up. I also grabbed my boxer-briefs and put them back on before anybody else saw my bare ass. As I got back into bed, I couldn't help but ponder on what Andrew had said: Oh, there's gonna be a next time, huh? Did I really want that? I mean, I did just have one of the best orgasms I've ever had, but was it worth the risk? What are the chances I'll get caught a second time? When you think about it, I've been caught a hundred percent of the times I've done sneaky outdoor stuff, and I don't particularly like those odds. How many other students are there on campus that would let something like that slide? Probably not a lot. Maybe I shouldn't make a habit out of it, I reflected. It was then, however, a notification pinged on my phone. It was from Perci: Andrew told me abt the balcony FUKKIN HOTTEST THING EVER shouldve invited me birdbutt Despite her disregard for spelling and punctuation, a small grin crept up onto my beak as I read it. I resolved to text her back in the morning as I laid my phone down and flung my head onto my pillow. Drifting off, I had one final musing before I fell into slumber. Maybe it wouldn't be the worst idea to try it again… if Perci was there.
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"In Pat's Perfect World" by Patrigue The start of my day is far from perfect. I wake up at 5:15 in the morning, still sleepy from the melatonin I took the night prior. I have another alarm at 5:20 in case I fall back asleep. Eventually, I get my bare ass out of bed and throw on my shoes to play Ring Fit Adventure. Unfortunately, I have to put on a pair of gym shorts as well so the leg strap doesn't chafe my thighs. I work out in my stuffy room until 6, or until I'm all sweaty and disgusting, whichever comes first. I ditch the shoes and throw the shorts in the hamper, then put on a robe so I don't accidentally flash my prudish parents on the way to the bathroom. If I have enough time, I rub one out while I'm there. Otherwise, I just use the pot and take a shower after. I get dressed in a boring polo, a heavy pair of denim jeans and closed-toe sneakers. I make myself my typical diet breakfast: microwaved egg whites and a slice of American cheese between two pieces of whole grain bread (with two slices of microwaved bacon on Fridays). In tandem, I'm also setting up my equally calorie-sparse lunch. Once I'm done eating, I brush my beak and head out the door by around seven, just in time to get to my job at seven thirty, still tired and already wanting to go home. I'm usually able to get my head in the game after a cup of tea or two. Still, between waking up too damn early, exercising in my cramped bedroom, and eating what feels like only half a breakfast, my typical morning routine leaves a lot to be desired. Of course "the perfect morning" doesn't exist. It's fantasy, and even if it did exist, it'd be different for everyone. But hey, nothing wrong with indulging in a little fantasy every now and then. So let me paint a picture for you: my perfect morning. I wake up well-rested, having gotten a full eight hours of sleep. I check the clock. In about a half-hour, my eight o' clock alarm will sound. In the meantime, a half hour is just enough time to check my socials and see if any of my favorite artists uploaded anything new. By the time my alarm goes off, I'm finally awake enough to kick the covers off my naked body and hop out of bed. I leave the room without bothering to get dressed. After all, my perfect morning takes place in my perfect world, where the taboos of sex and nudity are mere trifles. No indecency laws, religious shame, conservative groupthink, or need to showcase status or wealth. Without a reason to be ashamed of my own body, I never learned to be. Instead, I learned to wear what feels most comfortable, even if it's nothing. But I digress. I wish Mom and Dad each a good morning. My real parents unconditionally accepted me when I came out as a pansexual. It'd be no surprise if this story's version of them accepted me as a nudist as well. Heck, they might be nudists themselves, too. Bet it would be pretty dope growing up in a skyclad household. Regardless, I head to the bathroom and take care of my morning wood, as well as any other bathroom-related urgencies. Once that's taken care of, I slip on my running shoes and get exercising. In this case, however, I don't play Ring Fit Adventure. Why work out inside when I could have the cool wind blowing through my feathers during a brisk jog around the neighborhood? Waving farewell to my parents, I open the front door and step outside. The air is cool under the shade of the porch awning, the sudden chill giving me goosebumps under my plumage. Good thing I took care of my morning wood. My feathers wouldn't be the only thing rising up. Anyway, I do my warm-up stretches on the porch. Gotta be limber for a run, you know. Finally, I step out into the sun. Its warmth immediately envelops my body. Part of me wants to linger there, take in fresh air and appreciate the perfect naturist weather, but I came out here for a reason. So, I get my legs moving, down the driveway and onto the street. You know, usually I'm not too big on cardio. It gets me sweaty real easily and makes my clothes all gross. However, I've noticed that not wearing clothes when doing cardio helps twofold in that regard: less sweat and less laundry. Like I'm killing two… uh… two of something with one stone. The point is, I'm streaking. My cock and balls are bouncing with each step. My tail is at just the right angle to show off my bright green backside. I even pass by a few unexpecting neighbors. Sure, some of them might be surprised, shocked even. It's just a naked body, though, nothing to be offended over. Most of them are probably used to the sight anyway. Worst case scenario is that they roll their eyes, get over it and go on with their day. In fact, I'm willing to bet even more of them catch me on their doorbell cameras. Kind of ironic, if you think about it. Half the reason I don't go streaking willy-nilly down my road anymore is because of those cameras, but on this perfect morning, they're just another set of eyes to ogle me, to take in the wonderful sights of my body, to witness the joy of deliberate public exposure. Fortunately, I'm too focused on jogging to linger on thoughts like that. Wouldn't want to get a boner in public. Not that it's illegal in this world; it's a perfectly natural physiological phenomenon by any means. I just don't want anyone to think I'm propositioning them. Although, that would make for some good cardio… Maybe another time. After a few laps around the block, I stop outside the local bagel store and do my cool-down stretches before heading inside. The shop door chimes as I enter and the mouth-watering smell of bagels, muffins, and other breakfast delights hits me immediately. The cute squirrel woman greets me with a smile, as she does with all her regulars. I order my usual: A baconeggncheese with extra bacon, and an ice-cold green tea. I sit down outside and enjoy it before heading back home to shower and go to work. Of course, this is all speculative fiction. Even in more liberal countries where there are no clearly defined laws against public nudity and plenty of active naturist circles, there are still people with hang-ups about it. But hey, that's why I write the stories I do: to make the fantasy as real as I can. Heck, the very first commission I ever uploaded had a very similar theme. That was over five years ago and the accompanying story was less than three hundred words. With a supportive community and help from other furry writers, I've grown a lot as a storyteller and I couldn't be more grateful. Not many things bring me as much joy as being able to paint such full-frontal fantasies with my words, whether it's breaking the taboo of nudity by casually relaxing with other social naturists, or disrupting the status quo with bacchanalian feats of exhibitionism. As long as I follow the community guidelines of whatever site on which I decide to display my disrobed derriere, both you and I can live vicariously in a world where nothing's off limits.
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"In Pat's Perfect World" by Patrigue The start of my day is far from perfect. I wake up at 5:15 in the morning, still sleepy from the melatonin I took the night prior. I have another alarm at 5:20 in case I fall back asleep. Eventually, I get my bare ass out of bed and throw on my shoes to play Ring Fit Adventure. Unfortunately, I have to put on a pair of gym shorts as well so the leg strap doesn't chafe my thighs. I work out in my stuffy room until 6, or until I'm all sweaty and disgusting, whichever comes first. I ditch the shoes and throw the shorts in the hamper, then put on a robe so I don't accidentally flash my prudish parents on the way to the bathroom. If I have enough time, I rub one out while I'm there. Otherwise, I just use the pot and take a shower after. I get dressed in a boring polo, a heavy pair of denim jeans and closed-toe sneakers. I make myself my typical diet breakfast: microwaved egg whites and a slice of American cheese between two pieces of whole grain bread (with two slices of microwaved bacon on Fridays). In tandem, I'm also setting up my equally calorie-sparse lunch. Once I'm done eating, I brush my beak and head out the door by around seven, just in time to get to my job at seven thirty, still tired and already wanting to go home. I'm usually able to get my head in the game after a cup of tea or two. Still, between waking up too damn early, exercising in my cramped bedroom, and eating what feels like only half a breakfast, my typical morning routine leaves a lot to be desired. Of course "the perfect morning" doesn't exist. It's fantasy, and even if it did exist, it'd be different for everyone. But hey, nothing wrong with indulging in a little fantasy every now and then. So let me paint a picture for you: my perfect morning. I wake up well-rested, having gotten a full eight hours of sleep. I check the clock. In about a half-hour, my eight o' clock alarm will sound. In the meantime, a half hour is just enough time to check my socials and see if any of my favorite artists uploaded anything new. By the time my alarm goes off, I'm finally awake enough to kick the covers off my naked body and hop out of bed. I leave the room without bothering to get dressed. After all, my perfect morning takes place in my perfect world, where the taboos of sex and nudity are mere trifles. No indecency laws, religious shame, conservative groupthink, or need to showcase status or wealth. Without a reason to be ashamed of my own body, I never learned to be. Instead, I learned to wear what feels most comfortable, even if it's nothing. But I digress. I wish Mom and Dad each a good morning. My real parents unconditionally accepted me when I came out as a pansexual. It'd be no surprise if this story's version of them accepted me as a nudist as well. Heck, they might be nudists themselves, too. Bet it would be pretty dope growing up in a skyclad household. Regardless, I head to the bathroom and take care of my morning wood, as well as any other bathroom-related urgencies. Once that's taken care of, I slip on my running shoes and get exercising. In this case, however, I don't play Ring Fit Adventure. Why work out inside when I could have the cool wind blowing through my feathers during a brisk jog around the neighborhood? Waving farewell to my parents, I open the front door and step outside. The air is cool under the shade of the porch awning, the sudden chill giving me goosebumps under my plumage. Good thing I took care of my morning wood. My feathers wouldn't be the only thing rising up. Anyway, I do my warm-up stretches on the porch. Gotta be limber for a run, you know. Finally, I step out into the sun. Its warmth immediately envelops my body. Part of me wants to linger there, take in fresh air and appreciate the perfect naturist weather, but I came out here for a reason. So, I get my legs moving, down the driveway and onto the street. You know, usually I'm not too big on cardio. It gets me sweaty real easily and makes my clothes all gross. However, I've noticed that not wearing clothes when doing cardio helps twofold in that regard: less sweat and less laundry. Like I'm killing two… uh… two of something with one stone. The point is, I'm streaking. My cock and balls are bouncing with each step. My tail is at just the right angle to show off my bright green backside. I even pass by a few unexpecting neighbors. Sure, some of them might be surprised, shocked even. It's just a naked body, though, nothing to be offended over. Most of them are probably used to the sight anyway. Worst case scenario is that they roll their eyes, get over it and go on with their day. In fact, I'm willing to bet even more of them catch me on their doorbell cameras. Kind of ironic, if you think about it. Half the reason I don't go streaking willy-nilly down my road anymore is because of those cameras, but on this perfect morning, they're just another set of eyes to ogle me, to take in the wonderful sights of my body, to witness the joy of deliberate public exposure. Fortunately, I'm too focused on jogging to linger on thoughts like that. Wouldn't want to get a boner in public. Not that it's illegal in this world; it's a perfectly natural physiological phenomenon by any means. I just don't want anyone to think I'm propositioning them. Although, that would make for some good cardio… Maybe another time. After a few laps around the block, I stop outside the local bagel store and do my cool-down stretches before heading inside. The shop door chimes as I enter and the mouth-watering smell of bagels, muffins, and other breakfast delights hits me immediately. The cute squirrel woman greets me with a smile, as she does with all her regulars. I order my usual: A baconeggncheese with extra bacon, and an ice-cold green tea. I sit down outside and enjoy it before heading back home to shower and go to work. Of course, this is all speculative fiction. Even in more liberal countries where there are no clearly defined laws against public nudity and plenty of active naturist circles, there are still people with hang-ups about it. But hey, that's why I write the stories I do: to make the fantasy as real as I can. Heck, the very first commission I ever uploaded had a very similar theme. That was over five years ago and the accompanying story was less than three hundred words. With a supportive community and help from other furry writers, I've grown a lot as a storyteller and I couldn't be more grateful. Not many things bring me as much joy as being able to paint such full-frontal fantasies with my words, whether it's breaking the taboo of nudity by casually relaxing with other social naturists, or disrupting the status quo with bacchanalian feats of exhibitionism. As long as I follow the community guidelines of whatever site on which I decide to display my disrobed derriere, both you and I can live vicariously in a world where nothing's off limits.
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"TheEmerald Moon" by Marcus Heckinberry and Patrigue "My, my good heavens‒my friend‒what say you to breach my domain on the eve of the Halloween spectacular?" "Ha ha! You jest! I merely stepped through the front gates‒and my utmost praise for Lady Luck’s blessing on your behalf, good sir!" "A coin short of the king's ransom ‘tis worth the lion’s share for the masterful artwork up for auction." “Pray it was worth the expense.” “Indeed it was! Ah‒the memories of last auction. Though my pouch beith reduced to a peasant’s knapsack, I’ve a cavalcade of Renaissance paintings sitting pretty next to the Spartan archaeological digs, dating back perhaps further than your second cousin’s aunt, no?.” “Fie, fie, you jest! Though I’m quite astounded of your findings! Prithee, do you speak of Ancient Greece on these purchases?” “Yes, yes, and I expect my worth to be purer than a thousand golden eggs should nothing run afoul.” “Run afoul? Do you quarrel that the bidders rage to peasants if they lose?” “Nay‒a folly far worse. Though I hold my hopes like a good glass of Burgundy, my glass tilts‒nay, spills at my fears for a robbery.” “You speak of thieves? Sire, with all due respect, you must be mistaken! I’ve a sharp ear for crimes of such repugnance, and I do believe we haven’t seen the worst of it since yesteryear‒ even if it weren't, this auction house is in the safest district of the city. Pray tell your worries of a heist!" "...Prithee, good chum‒have you heard the news of the...Emerald Moon Robbery?" "But a sliver, good sir; I was on holiday with the missus amidst the scuffle. I’ve heard ‘round the bend the assailants scurried the fields with over a million in bank notes." "Nay, not assailants… assailant‒just one." "Egad! A single delinquent? Surely the vault would blister the hands of at least half a dozen scoundrels before even the rats would make haste with such currency." "Under an average sun, I’d jeer of this over trades of sixpence to sundown‒though I am sorry, but all words speak to a solitary deviant." "I...great God‒my stars! Such tragedy! Come, we must inform the press immediately!" "Steady thy heart, good sire, for they already know; and when it beats in peace, I must inform you of the most ludicrous detail." "O, my dear heart! No‒no‒I beg of you! But if you must, then say your bidding." "The sources have told that the culprit was‒naked." "Wha‒without clo-... Nonsense! What nonsense! What devils off your lips possess the gauntlet of‒of‒of‒of such ignorance! Certainly you must be pulling my leg, old chum! ‒Wha‒what‒why do you laugh at me, sir? You jest once more?" "I must admit, should my heels be snug in your boots, I’d‒well, I’d feel quite the same! Though I digress, the press and the townspeople both agree‒sights of a green avian skipping o’er the rooftops‒equipped with a mask the shade of blackberries and a strut that flared of pungent cherries‒nothing left behind but a note." "A note‒oh dear. What say of it?" "Bah! Merely a pseudo-heroic tirade of the upper class, say he, robbing the clothes off the backs of the needy‒a hapless attempt of a soapbox inquiry, if you’d have my word." "Ah, yes‒the fool doth think himself a modern-day Robin Hood." "Yes‒yes‒a prayer for him to take the fox’s advice and wear a tunic‒but nay. He calls himself 'The Emerald Moon.'" "How utterly indecent of him…I presume you expect his bare hands around the throat of the auction, do you?" "I feel his talons ticking by my neck when I rest my head. Though Lord Bezos and Lord Musk claim anything but, I’ve also heard rumours of this bandit penetrating even their own estates.." "Say it isn’t so!" "Nay, as what I said‒these are merely wooden whispers‒though their secret words do shake me like a tree of peaches. Do keep a sharp eye, will you?." "Of course‒I shan't blame you for worrying of morrow’s dusk. I hope through the royal guard and all his glory, that he keep your treasures in sanctuary for such an unbridled and undressed thief." "Our minds are equal‒last sundown, I went through the trouble of hiring guards." "Guards?" "Yes‒yes‒and O‒their boots have made sigils of sanctuary on the grounds of my estate since three sundowns prior‒a marking date of my heirlooms’ arrival." "Three sundowns prior?" "Do you jest with your wordly repetition? My, my‒you are a saucy boy! Do you bask in such obnoxious habits like hedge-creepers at an altar? "Where?" "Pardon?" "Where on your estate, sir!?" "Out with it, boy!" "The guards!" "Why‒where I left them, of course‒the front entrance, the foyer, the courtyard, the roof, the bedrooms, the kitchen, the ball room, the hallways‒need I continue?. Prithee, what hogwash do you speak of?" "My apologies beith a frothing goblet, sir, but on my arrival, I saw no patrolman at the front entrance." "What‒what say you?" "The gate and the door, sir; stripped of guards, naked as this bandit you speak of! Doth your mind escape this? Perhaps the foyer is‒is‒oh my‒oh golly‒doth my mind escape who guards the foyer?" "No guards at the foyer?! No, that cannot be!…Do you think?" "The Emerald Moon beith staring down on us once more!" "Make haste! Make haste! You find the nearest watchman while I ready my sword! Nude may this charlatan be, I shall stand erect in his face‒posh as I will‒and I shall challenge the humongous length of his intolerance‒lest we all drown in the seed of his vengeance!" The two aristocrats dashed away in opposite directions. Seconds later, the sound of a relieved exhale came from behind a large potted plant. “That was close,” remarked the masked avian as he wiped his brow. “Anyways, back to business.”
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"Clothes Shopping Blows" by Patrigue This is a continuation of a story that you can read right here! "...How about I give you a choice? We could get you back into your regular clothes and take care of it at home, or… you can lift up that dress for me and I can help you take care of it… Right. Here.” Pat's eyes went wide at the offer. Sure, Perci was always the bolder one, but right in the middle of the thrift shop dressing room? Still, he couldn't deny the fact that he was pent up, nor the fact it wasn't the craziest place in which he'd gotten off. Plus, he was wearing a dress. If he was gonna partake in the alleged taboo of crossdressing, then why not add another one? He turned around, peeking his head out from behind the curtain—nobody but the cashier all the way on the other side of the store. Curtains of the other stalls were open—no one else hiding in the dressing rooms either. With the all-clear, he walked up to the canine, grabbed the hem of his sundress, and exposed his lower half. "Good boy," she smiled, already tracing a hand up his thigh and wrapping her fingers around the base of his plump cock. "Be sure to keep that dress up while I work my magic on this wand." "O-of course!" he panted. She began with a lick of her lips before giving the lightest kiss she could on his tip. She followed with another on the left… and on the right, alternating sides as she worked her way down his intermittently twitching shaft. Once there was no more left to kiss, her muzzle against his mons, she circled her snout around his member, letting it bounce and rub against her face. With nothing between her nose and his manhood, she couldn't help but embrace his scent. It wasn't long before his pheromones had her mouth watering. Time for a taste. She spread her tongue wide across the underside of the avian cock before revolving it around the head. Pat's breath stuttered at the stimulation. His hand loosened, ready to cover his beak. However, he soon remembered what his mistress asked of him. His grip tightened once again. Meanwhile, below his waist, Perci opened wider, making damn sure her teeth never touched him as she took more of him into her mouth. In the same moment, her tongue danced around the conure's leaking pecker, savoring the meaty flavor. "Mmmm," the fellatee cooed as she finally took the entirety of his length. She pulled back until just the tip was nestled behind her lips, a layer of saliva and precum covering the shaft. She let her lips rest there for longer than a moment. Curious, Pat looked down to see what she was up to. He found a gleaming pair of amethyst, puppy-dog eyes shining up at him. He knew that look all too well. Between repressed breaths, he gave her a nod. Silly boy, trying to hold his moans. He has no idea what he just signed up for. Instantly, she returned her attention to the body in front of her. Her hands climbed up the green, feathery legs. Unconsciously, the bird raised his tail at the sensation, lifting the dress off of his rump. Perci pounced on the opportunity and gave each cheek a firm, unrelenting grasp. "Oh my!" he gasped. She began to bob her head. Picking up speed, she massaged her claws into his supple ass. Pat wasn't sure if she was pulling him in or if his hips were moving on his own. Either way, he was too aroused to care as he throbbed in her canine maw. Subtlety was thrown out the window with constant 'glk' and 'squelch' of her lively oral work. Pat would've told her to calm down were he not busy holding his moans. The thought of the cashier coming over and throwing open the curtain was ever present in his head—dressed in drag, his tail raised, and his lover's hands at his rear and her face at his crotch. Yet, this only furthered the electricity that surged through his hips. Between being manhandled and controlling his breath, his face was ruby red. Still, he was able to steel himself just enough to whisper, "Perci, I'm close!" Whether or not she heard was beyond him. That is, until he felt her claws dig even deeper into his glutes. His knees bent inwards as the energetic pistoning around his shaft accelerated. Within seconds, his inner heat had boiled over. His eyes went half-lidded and his vision went white. The poodle, feeling Pat's penis pulse prelusively against the roof of her mouth, took his full length once again, pressing her snout hard against his base. The first spurt of his essence painted the back of her throat immediately after. The second was just as big as the first, forming a pool in her mouth. By the third release, her tongue was bathing in semen. She was well aware of the avian's above-average emissions, but after another three streaks of white, the post-blowjob cheek-ache was starting to make holding it all in her maw a less-than-convenient task. Fortunately, her lips held strong and after eight voluminous strands of his fluids, the oral flooding ceased. She separated herself from the deflating, white-stained cock to focus on swallowing her impromptu protein shake. The conure, for the moment, caught his breath, leaning his back against the wall, lest his legs buckle completely and he plummet to the floor. "I need to sit down," he said between puffs. Perci moved over on the bench, and Pat plopped his round, green bottom beside her. After three arduous gulps, she joined the bird in catching a breath. "I forgot… how much you cum… Almost spat everything out." He shrugged, "It's a blessing… and a curse." It got a chortle from the pooch. It also got her to notice the hem of his dress, still in his elevated grip. "Why are you still holding the dress up?" "My dick is still covered in sex juice and I don't want to stain it." "Oh… well I can fix that for you," she pointed out as she got on her knees. She proceeded to inspect the flaccid member of any white spots before licking and fellating them clean. She took her time, alternating between checking for any remaining jism and licking him like an ice cream cone, until finally, his genitals were just as bright green as the rest of his front. A shame he's still flaccid. I wouldn't mind a Round Two. "There, just like new." "I appreciate that, thank you. However," he paused as he stood up and lifted the dress off his body. "I think it's time we hang this thing back up." "You're not gonna buy it?" "Nah, I had fun, but…" the naked avian pondered how to continue as he hung the dress back on its hanger. "I'll explain after we leave. Mind putting this back while I get dressed? I'll meet you outside. " "All right," she sighed, grabbing the dress. "See you then." With that, she opened up the curtain all the way and headed back to the dress racks. "You could've closed it behind you!" Pat cried, as he covered himself and swung the curtain closed. Perci giggled to herself as she hung up the dress. It's not like there was anyone here besides the cashier that could've caught him in the buff, and she was distracted by her phone. Probably didn't even know they were there. Regardless, she stepped out and waited patiently. Three minutes, the parrot walked out, now fully clothed. "So, how come you didn't buy it? I thought you had fun." "I did, but when I think about it, it's really more the taboo of it all that got me excited. Nothing really euphoric about it." "Euphoric?" she tilted her head. "Yeah, like, remember what you said about me looking like a dude in a dress? That's how I felt: just a dude in a dress. Sure, it was a nice dress, but it wasn't… me, you know?" "Isn't that the point of drag, though? Being someone you're not?" "It's not just drag. I, uh… do you know what an 'egg' is? "Besides the breakfast food? Not a clue." "It's a term from the trans community to describe a person who's either oblivious or in denial about the fact that they're trans." "Oh…" Then it hit her, "Ooooooh!" "Yeah, I stumbled upon a bunch of trans memes and some of them were about eggs. They were pretty funny, but… I couldn't help but notice that I found some of them relatable." "Oh shit," she facepalmed. "I wish you told me. I'd've taken this more seriously if I had known." "I know, but… I didn't just want to say 'Hey! I might be a hen in denial!' I was confused and dealing with something I didn't fully understand." Perci pulled him into a hug, "I still wish you told me. You know I'd stay with you regardless of who you discover you are." After a few seconds of silence, he returned the hug, "Thanks. That means a lot… and I'm sorry I didn't tell you." "S'okay." "Though, to be perfectly honest, I think after today, I can say I lean pretty hard into dude territory." "Whatever works for you." "I mean, I know the whole gender binary is bullshit, but I just vibe as a dude." "Hell yeah, it is! Though, that dress did look good on you." "Really?" "Yeah, dude or no, you rocked it." "Well, I'll admit having my legs not trapped in denim felt good. Maybe I could rock a kilt." "A kilt?" "Yeah, and I could wear it like a true Scotsman!" he shouted in a mock accent. "Just make sure you get a matching sporran. Kilts don't have pockets, just like most dresses." "Good to know. Anyway, we should get going. If I recall correctly, I promised a trip to the head shop after this."
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"I don't go to the gym as much as I should. I know it's healthy to go there regularly, but sometimes, I'm just not motivated enough to get off my ass and work out. Plus, I don't really enjoy getting all covered in sweat. That's probably why my favorite part of exercising is the post-workout shower. The cold water cooling me down, the rain-like white noise of the water's downpour, and the feeling of all those layers of grime you've collected under your feathers from pushing for body to its limits being washed away is nothing short of zen. After the water's turned off and my body is dried off, I feeling like I'm wearing a new set of feathers. The only thing that's missing is somebody with which to share the experience… Care to join me?" -Patrigue
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Shopping Can Be Such a Drag (Art by Kaboozey) "It's too small." "Are you sure? It says 2XL on the tag." "I can tell you just from looking at it; it's too small.” "Ugh, seriously?” “Yeah, I told you guy's sizes are bigger than girl's." The poodle could only sigh in response. "Plus, different brands aren't always consistent with each other, like-" "I got it! Alright?...” she snapped, causing Pat to wince. “Sorry, I just… really don’t care for clothes shopping, like, at all.” “I know. I still really appreciate you helping me with this, Perci. If it'll make you feel better, we can visit the head shop when we're done." "Oh, definitely! Definitely down for that." “But first, we find a dress.” And so the avian went back to scouring the displays for an even bigger dress. With a roll of her eyes, the canine followed suit, sorting through the racks of old linens. Relax, girl, she told herself, the pay-off will be worth it. When Patrigue asked her for help looking for a dress, she, like one usually would, assumed it was for another woman. During his awkward, lengthy explanation of why exactly he needed a dress, he stalled by mentioning points about "being open" and "trying new things," further feeding into her assumption of another member of their polycule. So before he could even finish, she put a hand on his shoulder and warmly told him not to worry. As long as he still loved her, she would openly accept Pat's new lover as her metamour. Imagine her surprise when that wasn't the case at all. "Actually…" he hesitantly clarified. "The dress is for me." Lo and behold, the parrot had spent a fair amount of his free time binge watching a certain drag race show. Three and a half seasons in, the question finally popped in his head: "How would I look as a woman?" While he learned a lot from the show: the make-up, the tuck, the sashay, et cetera. However, putting all of it into practice was a little overwhelming, and a bit pricey for the humble college student. Sadly, he didn't personally know any drag queens in real life that he could ask for help, but he did know someone who probably wouldn't mind. "None of my other female friends would understand," he told her. Considering their mutual friend group at Limestone River University, she doubted she was the only one that could help. Nevertheless, she was never one to back away from an opportunity to encourage such allegedly taboo behavior, even if it meant spending her afternoon combing through hand-me-down after ugly hand-me-down at the local thrift shop. “To be frank with you, I doubt we’ll find anything bigger than 2XL, or anything remotely attractive," she stated. "You're probably better off just shopping online." "Probably, but then I'd have to buy everything before I can try it on, and I really don't want to bother with the hassle of returning everything." "Okay, yeah, that's a mood.” "Hold on a sec…" he said, followed by the plastic cling-clang of hangers bumping into each other. Gazing in Pat's direction, Perci caught her eye on the dress Pat pulled out the rack. A light yellow sundress. It was rather plain, with no embroidery or sequins for decoration, but considering some of the gaudier selections at this establishment, they couldn't complain. "What do you think of this?" he asked excitedly. "It says 3XL. It has to fit." "Huh, guess I was wrong about the size thing," she admitted, inspecting the dress. "Hmm, I don't know. Not the prettiest thing I've ever seen. Might fit at least." "I'm gonna go try it on!” he burst as he made a mad dash for the fitting rooms. "Have fun," she waved. With nothing better to do, she continued perusing the racks of clothes. She found a few unique dress designs, but sadly nothing in 3XL, nor in her own size. Oh well, she was more of a shirt-and-jeans type woman anyway. **BZZZZT!** A rumble in her pocket alerted her to a new text message on her phone. "Come and check me out!" It read, from Pat's number. Huh, guess he wanted a second opinion? "which room are you in" she texted back as she approached the fitting area. **BZZZZT!** "The one all the way on the left." In her peripheral vision, the canine spotted a bright green face peeking from behind the leftmost curtain. "Come on in," he beckoned with a whisper, as he opened the curtain halfway, still hiding behind it. The poodle deftly snuck in and sat down on the bench inside as the curtain shut behind her. "So, what do you think?" the bird posed. Perci gazed the cross-dressing conure, taking in every curve of his body and every fold of the dress. She tilted her head, framing and focusing in on each detail while carefully weighing her answers to Pat's inquiry. "You look like a dude in a dress," she ultimately spat out. Pat slumped as he glared daggers at her. At times Perci underestimated the way her words came off, and this was no different, but at least she was being honest. Aside from his new attire, he showed no real sense of gender metamorphosis. "Gee, thanks," he snarked. "Sorry! It’s just… you still look like you. Maybe with the right wig and makeup it could work." "But that stuff is so expensive and even if I had the money, I don’t have anywhere to hide all of that in my house, and so help me if I have to explain to Mom and Dad why they found crossdressing stuff in my room, just…” Whatever was left of his run-on sentence devolved into a long, guttural groan. He sighed as he wiped the sweat from his brow, "Maybe doing this wasn’t the best idea." "Hey! Don’t be like that. At least you had the balls to give it a shot anyway. Besides, yellow looks good on you." "But you just said…" "I said you still looked like a dude. I didn't call you ugly." Pat examined himself in the mirror, turning and twisting to make sure he could see his form from every angle. "You really think so?" "Yeah! I mean, just because you still look like a dude doesn't mean you can't be a pretty dude." "Hehe, I'm a pretty dude!" "Hell yeah! The prettiest dude!" "No other dudes can hold a candle to my prettiness!" "Yeah! Give them a twirl and show them how pretty you are!" And so, he swung his arms from side to side until the momentum was enough to carry his body clockwise. A single spin was not enough, though. He continued to pirouette, each rotation quicker than the last. Within seconds, the hem of the dress gave into the centrifugal force of his twirl. Despite its length, the air-light fabric easily glided around the avian's waist, leaving his lower half free to dance in place. "Oh!" Perci gasped. "I didn’t know you were in the army!" "Huh?" The avian quickly stopped himself, bringing his attention back to his friend. "Your dress, when you were twirling, it flew up," she explained. "I couldn't help but notice you were going commando." "Oh!" he blushed, flattening the dress against his waist. "I, uh… sorry." "Oh, psssh! Relax, will you?" she scoffed. "Nothing I haven't seen before. Although…" Letting her words hang, she beckoned the bottomless bird over with a seductive finger. With bated breath, he complied, pulled in by the lustful gaze of his mistress until he was well within reach of her. His face was still flushed red, a sight that drew a smirk from Perci's lips. In situations like these, Pat was the one in charge, more often than not, but neither minded the occasional role reversal. It had been a while after all, which is exactly what she thought as she took the hem of his dress and gently lifted it back up. Reflexively, he reached to cover himself, but just as swiftly as he reacted, he remembered who's hands he was in and how he was no stranger to this kind of play. It was time for him to be vulnerable. He cupped his hands at his chest and let her expose himself a second time. "Just curious as to what made you decide to go commando is all," she clarified, eyeing up the familiar green member and hefty balls dangling between Pat's thighs. "Well… it just didn't feel right wearing them. This dress is so light and loose, and my underwear's waistband was so tight compared to it. So I took them off." Perci couldn't help but notice how his cock twitched as he said those last words. "Maybe we should get you some matching panties to properly take care of this," she teased, stroking a finger along his meaty shaft Stammering at her touch, "I-I don't think they s-sell underwear here, Perci." "A shame. Guess you'll just have to go bottomless, then." Again, he twitched. "Although…" She continued, grasping the full circumference of his manhood, "It seems this guy down here doesn't seem to mind." "Mmm!" "Honestly, it's one of the benefits of wearing a dress. Usually more of a jeans person, but sometimes you just wanna feel the air on your legs…" "Mmph!" "As well as other things," she punctuated with a light squeeze. "Perci?" "Yeah?" "Should we really be doing this? We could get caught." She shrugged, "Eh, I guess not." Reluctantly, she released his penis as well as the hem of the dress, letting it fall over his now erect member. "Sorry, didn't mean to get carried away like that." "No, it's okay. I know how you like to get frisky when it's risky." "Heh, wordsmith." "If I'm being perfectly honest, I kind of enjoyed it, too." "Ooooooooooooh? Well, if that's the case, how about I give you a choice," she offered, "We could get back into your regular clothes and take care of it at home, or… “ She leaned in and pointed to his tenting front, “You can lift up that dress for me and I can help you take care of it… Right. Here.” To be continued…
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The Importance of Knocking by Beowulf100 My boy was always an odd one. In elementary school, he had gotten in trouble more than once for eating art and crafts supplies. In middle school, he watched Animal Planet while everyone else watched MTV. And much to the chagrin of my ears, he and his high school friends tried to form a progressive rock band in our basement. Regardless, he is my son, and there's nothing he could do that would make me not love him like one. Of course, that's not to say we don't have our ups and downs, but that doesn't make him any less my son. One instance that comes to mind was when he was home for winter break. My husband was out having dinner with his car club. So for home, I made us a couple of quesadillas. Really easy to make. All you need are a few tortillas, some cut-up chicken and some pre-grated cheese. You can add other stuff like peppers if you want, but I prefer mine plain. Mix it up in the tortilla, fold it in half, and cook it in the pan until the cheese is melted and the tortilla is golden brown. Add some chips and some carrot sticks on the side and you have yourself a nice meal. Anyway, I made us quesadillas and I was going to let him know dinner was ready. I walk up to his room and I hear him singing and playing guitar. I knock on his door. Knock knock, just as I always do. No response. Again, knock knock and again, he just keeps singing. I call out, "Pat! Dinnertime!" Still nothing! Either he can't hear me, or he's straight-up ignoring me, and I'm left outside with his ugly "Please Knock" sign on his door staring me in the face. Now, I know I'm supposed to give a boy his privacy. Ever since he turned 12, my husband and I made an effort to knock rather than just barging in unannounced. After all, you know how boys get around that age. I'm proud to say I've been following that instruction for well over a decade. However, I've exhausted all my options that don't involve opening his door, and his quesadilla was going to get cold. "It's easier to ask for forgiveness than for permission," I sighed as I twisted his doorknob open. Looking around, the first thing I noticed was my son and his bright green feathers in the middle of the room, eyes closed, strumming away at the guitar in his talons. "She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh, I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath." He was wearing his recording headphones, which explained why he couldn't hear me. They're great for noise-canceling. In fact, I actually bought a pair myself so I could read my crime thrillers while my husband has the TV on full blast. He doesn't hear as well as he used to so it's the only way he can watch it. "And when I awoke I was alone, this bird had flown, So I lit a fire, isn't it good Norwegian wood?" The second thing I noticed was that his headphones happened to be the only thing he was wearing! No shirt, no pants, and by the stars, no underwear! And it's not like the guitar was low enough to keep him decent either. His whole humdinger was out! "PATRIGUE!!!" I squawked. He must've finally heard me, because his eyes popped open like a couple of jack-in-the-boxes and looked like he was startled by one when he noticed my presence. "Mom!? Why didn't you knock!?" he caterwauled as he pulled the headphones off his head. "I did knock! Twice!" I answered, covering my eyes. "Oh… sorry… you know how it is with these phones." "It's fine, it's fine," I sighed. "Just… put something on and come out here. Dinner's ready." I made sure to close the door behind me as I headed back to the kitchen. I cut our quesadillas as I waited for him to get dressed, mine in quarters and his in thirds, the way we both like them. As the person who had to change and bathe him as a kid, this obviously wasn't the first time I've seen my son naked. This was, however, the first time seeing him naked as an adult. Honestly, at his age you'd have thought he'd be done with that phase of running around the house with nothing but a pair of underwear on his head. At least he had the decency to keep it to his room. I was cutting up the carrot sticks as I heard Pat come in about a minute later. "Hey," he piped up. "Sorry again about that." "You've nothing to apologize for," I answered, only to look up from the cutting board and see he was only wearing a skimpy pair of boxer-briefs. "Although, when I said 'put something on,' I was thinking more along the lines of a pair of pants or a robe." "Still decent though, aren't I? "Decent?" "Well, I’m covering everything you can't show on TV." "I just think that's kind of an odd response coming from the teenager that couldn't hang music posters in his room because he couldn't get dressed with his favorite bands watching him." "Well, that was before…" "Before what?" No response. I asked him again, "Before what? College?" His foot started fidgeting. He always fidgets when he has to do or say something he doesn't want to. "I've told you about Perci, right?" "The poodle girl from university?" "Yeah, her." "What about her?" "Well, I may have neglected to mention that she… well, her and the friend group she hangs with is a bit more… bohemian than most." “And that means?...” “Well, that they’re… not as inhibited as most others… you know… about their bodies.” “So… what? Are you trying to say they all hang out in the buff?” “No!” he exclaimed, looking down. “Well, not all the time.” Not all the time, huh? At that point, I was genuinely curious about what the flub he was up to at college. Fortunately, mothers around the world have a special method of getting information that rivals CIA interrogation tactics in terms of effectiveness: the look. The first and most important part of the look is eye contact. If you look away at any point, it doesn’t work. Secondly, you want to raise an eyebrow. It doesn’t matter if it’s the left one or the right one, but make sure you raise one and only one. Otherwise, you’ll just look surprised and probably confuse whoever you’re looking at. Finally, you have the coup de grace: tilt your head forward just the slightest bit. It’s subtle, but once mastered, it perfectly spells out to whoever you’re talking to that you know they’re hiding something. Pat’s never lasted more than five seconds under its effect. “It just happens, Mom,” he blurted out at the three-second mark. “They hang out, have a few drinks, maybe smoke a little, talk about politics and nerdy stuff, usual college hang out shenanigans. After a while, though, the clothes just… slip off. Some people keep their clothes on, some go topless or keep their underwear on, and some… go full monty. "And after a few hangouts, I may have gotten a little curious. I mean, if they're not embarrassed over it, then why should I be? Honestly, after a while you kind of forget you're naked. Seriously, like there have been a few times someone had to be reminded to get dressed before heading out. "And I know it sounds weird. Believe me. I was just as surprised with how… open they all were, but when you have weight issues like I do, and everyone sees you as you are and accepts you as you are… it feels kinda good." I believe that was what kids these days call "T.M.I." Still, better that he told me the whole truth instead of not telling the truth at all. Plus, considering how hard it's been for him to make friends in the past, I really shouldn't complain about his new social circle, as unusual as they may be. Nonetheless, I wasn't completely satisfied with his explanation. "Is this a sex thing?" "Um… not exactly. It can be?" he said, tilting his head. "There's some flirting and some of the couples get a bit intimate, but it's not, like… hardcore or anything. And even if it was, anything we do is always safe, sane, and consensual." "Hmmm." I needed a moment to mull everything over in my head. That's definitely not the college experience I had back in my day. Still, he's an adult now. Regardless of any apprehensions I may have, it's not my place to butt in when he's old enough to be responsible for himself. "Just be safe, will you?" I finally responded. "I don't know who any of these people are so I can't trust them, but I'm going to trust that you know what you're doing." "Thanks, Mom," he smiled. "Is it safe to assume you're going to continue this 'not wearing clothes' thing in your room? "I'm not going to start running around the house naked if that's what you're worried about. I doubt you'd consent to that." "I wasn't worried about that in the slightest, but thank you anyway. I was just asking so I'll be sure to knock in the future." "Yes, please knock. Always knock. At least it'll give me a chance to throw a robe on or something. Now if you'll excuse me…" With that he grabbed his plate and headed back to his room, presumably to do more naked singing while he ate his quesadilla. My boy was always an odd one. Throughout his school years, his behavior always made him stand out from others. Even now, as a college student, he's hanging out with hippies and discovering himself in ways I never did when I was his age. Regardless, he is my son, and there's nothing he could do that would make me not love him like one.
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The smell of freedom in the night Comic commission for Patrigue!
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Commission for Patrigue of the fifth and final of a series of five commissions, where he answers nudity-related questions as part of his 500-follower special. Here we go, this is the nudity I like to see.
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Commission for Patrigue of the fourth of a series of five commissions, where he answers nudity-related questions as part of his 500-follower special. Wait, but this isn't related to nudity at all. I've been bamboozled.
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Commission for Patrigue of the third of a series of five eventual commissions, where he answers nudity-related questions as part of his 500-follower special. Don't worry, I can probably hypnotize that cat into joining in the naked fun sometime.
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Commission for Patrigue of the second of a series of five eventual commissions, where he answers nudity-related questions as part of his 500-follower special. Accessories are important while naked. I would know.
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Commission for Patrigue of the first of a series of five eventual commissions, where he answers nudity-related questions as part of his 500-follower special. He's wearing a robe here, but don't worry, he'll be a nude bird properly before long.
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Part 1 ||Part 2 ||Part 3 (here) An alt to the previous piece done by BassyBefuddle with an extra bit of story for good measure... and CUM!!! And again, thank you wellifimust for proofreading. As always, enjoy! -------------------------------- After I finished teasing her and settled down, we eventually segued into casual conversation. We covered the usual topics: local punk bands, college courses, cult films from the 70's and 80's, etc. Occasionally, she'd sneeze or cough mid-sentence, but she was generous enough to face away from me whenever it happened. Inevitably, however, our conversation drifted into the topic of our sexual exploits, specifically a threesome she had a few weeks ago with her boyfriend and another woman. She ended up going into fine detail about how great Andrew's tongue felt on her clit and how the other woman was a really great kisser and how she got experience both in a magnificent reverse-spitroast and… well, her story excited me… really excited me, in fact. And considering the revealing position I was sitting in by the fireplace, there really wasn't much I could do to hide it. "You fuggin' tease," she scolded, looking at my now-hardened cock. "What!? I didn't do that on purpose!" I retorted, "It has a mind of its own! I didn't even touch it!" Perci rolled her eyes and continued with her erotic account her threesome. She was detailing how delicious her fellow female's pussy tasted when she got to eat her out, when I noticed her eyes glanced lower. Then, it happened a second time, and then a third time, and a fourth time. And the glances got longer, until eventually she was staring the entire time, fumbling over her words with Freudian slips. "Okay, I can't take it animore," she whined, "Itz doo distwacting!" "What? You mean that?" I asked, pointing to my lower body. "Yezz!" "I told you! I'm not doing anything," I defended, "If anything, it's probably reacting to your crazy sex story." "Dunt pin dis on me, you cocky bazzturd!" I didn't understand. It was just a boner. Perci must've already seen dozens of them. Sure, I set out to tease her, but how was one measly erection giving her such a headache? Then again, she likely had a headache long before I arrived. Still, doting on my current situation, there was one option that was available. Perci may have told me to stop teasing her, but if she wanted my erection to stop distracting her… "Do you want me to do something about it, Perci?" I smirked. "Well, it'z not like can take care uv dat myzelf. I dun plan on geddin' you sick, too," she commented before blowing into a tissue. "Poor me," I joked coyly, snaking a hand down along my belly, sliding ever closer to my genitalia, "guess I'll just have to take care of it myself." Grabbing my shaft, I began my ministrations, massaging the meaty rod with my fingertips. The canine sighed, rolling her eyes, "I shuduff seen dis comin'." Despite her criticism, she did nothing to stop me from toying with myself, nor did she look away. So I continued my actions, rubbing my member from the base to the tip, entertaining my audience of one by the light of the fire like the third act of a lewd theater. Shaking things up a bit, I thrusted my hips forward, accentuating the pillar of pleasure I was currently caressing, and sped up my hand's movements. I closed my eyes and allowed my mind to wander, reminiscing about all the lewd adventures I've had. From the first I ever played with Perci's breasts, to the many times I've walked outside naked below the waist, using these memories as fuel to push myself closer to climax. I opened an eye and peeked at the canine in the corner. The scowl of mock disdain on her face had been replaced with wide-eyed curiosity, with her leaning forward for a better view of my masturbation. How ironic! The poodle who first taught me the joys of exhibitionism was now the one taking the role of the passive voyeur while I unabashedly pleasured myself right in her living room. I winked in her direction before closing my eyes and let out a moan. Her gaze upon my lewd machinations only motivated me to pump my length even faster, bring myself closer to climax. I groaned as I tried to hold myself back, struggling with each second, desperately wanting the sensation to last just a little bit longer. But it was all in vain. Before I lost myself to the pleasure, I tilted my dick upward towards my body, so as to avoid cumming all over Perci's floor, all the while continuing my movements, rapidly approaching my threshold of pleasure. Seconds later, my walls had burst and white, sticky fluid erupted from the head of my cock, splattering all over my stomach with several bursts. "Holy crap!" Perci exclaimed, "Dassa lotta jizz!" At least, I think that's what she said; I wasn't done cumming yet. After the fifth or so spurt of semen, I had fully milked myself. I released my grasp on myself, my hand dripping with the same white essence that covered my belly. Admiring the mess I made on my body, I licked the warm fluid from my fingers and swallowed it before turning to Perci. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I joked. "Dassa lotta jizz!" Perci repeated. "So I've heard." "Seriouzlee, dough! Dassa lotta jizz!" The canine echoed. "All right, all right," I waved it off, pushing myself back onto my feet, careful not to let any of the white blotches drip off of my body. "Is it okay if I use your shower?" I asked, "This is gonna be a bitch to get out of my feathers if I don't take care of it now." "Go ahead," she shrugged. With her permission, I made my way to the bathroom, making sure to raise my tail and give Perci one last view of my green ass as I exited. However, she must've been too in-her-own-head to notice, because as I left the room, I heard her talking to herself. "Damn, dat wassa lotta jizz!" Well, at least I left an impression on her regardless.
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The next level in home entertainment for those sick days. Commission for Patrigue , of which you can read an accompanying story in his FA gallery here: (x) As well as an alt. version/follow-up over here: (x) Full story is here. Hot Dog I can't believe Perci sometimes. I mean, I love her to death, but every now and then, she goes and does something absolutely ridiculous and has the audacity to be completely baffled when it comes back and bites her in the ass. For example, just yesterday, she texted me out of the blue asking me if I wanted to come over to her place and have a naked snowball fight in her backyard, which admittedly sounded fun in theory. However, common sense and dozens of winter camping trips in Scouts reminded me how much of a horrible idea that was. Besides, I couldn’t come over anyway since the roads weren’t plowed yet. I heavily declined and persisted that she should reconsider the idea. Unfortunately, she didn’t listen, because today, she texted me saying she went outside anyway and now she’s sneezing up a storm. She practically begged me to come over and take care of her. So, with the weather cleared up and the roads finally plowed and salted, that's exactly what I did, picking up some zinc from the drugstore on the way to her house. "Hullo… Tang kyu fer comin'," she weakly greeted after opening the door for me, wrapped up in a bathrobe and layered in blankets, her eyes jaded and her sinuses full of phlegm. "Hello," I echoed, walking inside. She already had a chair set up right next to the lit fireplace After she let me in, I asked her how long she was in the snow. Her answer? Two hours! Two hours buck-ass naked in the snow! It was genuinely a miracle she hadn't gotten hypothermia from that much exposure to the cold, and I told her as such. "But muh winter coat wuz s'pose keep me warm," she said. I was tempted to explain to her how fur loses its ability to retain heat when it gets wet, just like cotton does and give her whole 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' talk, but with her lungs coughing up a storm and her nose dripping like a rusty spigot, it was clear she was already miserable enough without my help. As unhappy as I am with her actions, I still cared about her. That's why I bothered to visit. As for all else, the zinc should help. I gave her a lozenge to suck on and threw another log into the fireplace. “Anything else I can do for you?” I offered. "Yah, khudja also make me some gween tea, too? Pweese? Et's en da cubbard above tha stove." As I filled the kettle with water, I could hear the sick puppy going into a coughing fit in the living room. Poor girl. Any other day, she'd greet me in her birthday suit with an excited kiss on the beak before pulling me into her bedroom and taking off my clothes as well. Speaking of which, I couldn't help but recall how she had once told me that she liked how I looked in just my feathers. At the time, she was the only person who had ever seen me naked. I still don’t know what she saw in an overweight avian like me, but hearing her say that made me feel a lot comfortable about my body. Placing the kettle on the stove, it also dawned on me how warm the whole house was. Perci must have turned up the heating to combat the shivers. With the fibers of my hoodie starting to irritate my arms, I slid it off my body and let my arms breathe. As I folded the hoodie, I began to feel the same discomforting along my denim-covered legs. With a very obvious solution in mind, I hatched a devious little plot. I may not give her the 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' treatment, but if I'm going to spend my day playing nanny to her, then I might as well give her the 'look, but don't touch' treatment. I kicked off my shoes and set them down under the kitchen table. After that came the socks, then the jeans, then the undershirt. With every article of clothing, I made sure to neatly fold each garment and lay it down in a pile on the table. Down to my boxer-briefs, I ran my hands along my arms and belly, enjoying their textile emancipation. Still, ‘my best assets’ according to Perci were still covered, and who was I to deny her what she held in such high regard? Sticking my thumbs into my waistband, I tugged my drawers to the floor and surrendered myself to my natural state. As if on cue, steam began to whistle out of the kettle. With haste, I folded up my underwear and I shut the stove off. "Do you want anything in your tea?" I called out. "No tang kyu!" Perci answered. With that, I poured our cups and let the tea steep. In no time at all, I had one piping hot mug of green tea in each hand, ready to make my grand entrance. Peeking in, I saw the canine huddled up by the fire, gazing at the embers kindling from the hearth. Silently, I made my way towards her, presenting myself all the while, until she noticed the bright green anomaly in her peripheral vision. She did a double take in my direction. I couldn't help but crack a smile, having gotten the reaction I wanted out of her. "Niesh dick," she eventually quipped, letting out a small chuckle. "Thanks," I replied, handing her one of the mugs, "I thought the sight might cheer you up a bit." "Yure wilcum." "Shame you can't play with it, though," I stated coyly, "I bet you would've had plenty of fun with it if you weren't so sick." Not yet satisfied, I spun around and lifted my tail, rubbing one of my cheeks with my empty hand as I eyed her over my shoulder. "You like this butt of mine, too, right? You probably could've kneaded it and spanked it all you wanted, but you might get me sick if you did that now." The sick puppy reached a hand out at me and tried to swat me on the tuckus, but I dodged her just in time. "Dunt beya dick, Pat!" she whined. "Awww, but I thought you liked my dick," I disputed. She responded by giving me the ugliest death glare she could muster. "Alright, alright," I conceded, sitting down in front of the fireplace, "but you have said before that you liked how I looked nothing but my feathers, so excuse me if I don't immediately go and put my clothes back on. Now let me just get myself comfortable." With that said, I splayed myself out on her floor, lay on my side the same way a nude model would pose on a lounge chair for a portrait, presenting my assets to the perverted poodle's perception.
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Maybe all he needed was a friendly audience to be cheered by. Commission for Patrigue and direct sequel to his previous pic, featuring his OCs Pat, Andre and Perci!
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Story Getting Naked at Gunnison "So Pat, you’re saying Perci seriously didn't tell you why she chose this beach over all the others?" The mountain goat whined. "Andrew, I told you! I have no idea!" the green avian next to him answered for the third time in the past hour. It was their mutual lover Perci’'s idea of having a beach day. While it was neither Andrew's nor Patrigue's first thought when it came to an enjoyable day out, the conniving canine was able to convince them otherwise with a friendly little bit of private fun. However, once Perci told them which beach they were going to, the duo began doubting her rationale. The location in particular was none other than Gunnison Beach, New Jersey, which happened to be an hour-and-a-half-long drive from Andrew's home in Brooklyn, and even farther away from Pat's house in Suffolk County. Hence, the carpool to the site in the bird's cramped sedan didn't leave the pair in the best of moods, to say the least. Hauling their food and toiletries from the car to the beach in the summer heat didn't help either. Nonetheless, they carried on, with Andrew holding onto their accessory-stuffed rucksack while Pat walked with the cooler in tow. After trudging across the hot parking lot asphalt and the splintering, wooden walkway for the past ten minutes, the pair finally reached the soft, sandy dunes of the beach. "Look, all I'm saying is that we could've gone to Brighton Beach, or Jones Beach even," Andrew complained, "If Perci wanted to go to the beach, we didn't have to drive all the way to fucking Jersey." "Did you bother to ask her why it had to be this beach?" Pat fired back. "Of course I did! She kept telling me 'it's a surprise!'" he asserted, making air-quotes to highlight the paraphrased dialogue. "Surprise? She didn't say anything to me about… oh!" "What?" "I think I have an idea of what her surprise is." "Oh, great,” he deadpanned, “Do you mind letting me kn-" "Hold that thought!” Pat objected, “Do you mind if I get my hands on something from the backpack?" Unanswered, Andrew sighed in response, rolling his eyes, "Knock yourself out." As Pat rested the cooler on the ground, Andrew turned his back to him and presented the knapsack to the avian. Behind him, the mountain goat could hear the noticeable sound of velcro being ripped apart and zippers unzipping. He could feel the weight on his back shifting as Patrigue dug through their inventory. "So what did you need?" Andrew asked. "Sunscreen." "Sunscreen? But we already put it on after we parked." "Yeah, but now I need more." More? Andrew thought to himself. The parrot's response didn't make any sense. The both of them lathered up head to toe once they stepped out of the car. Head, arms, body, legs, they even helped each other get the hard-to-reach spots on their respective backs. The only places they didn't get were already covered by their bathing suits. "Would this happen to have anything to do with the surprise?" "Wait, did you… not see the sign?" "What sign?" "The one we just walked by?" It was then that the backpack-touting caprinae did a 180° and looked back toward the path they had taken and finally noticed the sign erected right off to the sign. It was a fairly small sign, so it was no wonder he passed it without seeing it. However, it wasn't the sign itself that was much of a surprise, but rather, what the sign itself said: NOTICE: NUDE SUNBATHING ALLOWED Immediately after reading those four words, the gears in the goat's head began to turn, and all the peculiarities of the day started to make sense. "Of course, she took us to a nude beach," He acquiesced. "Clothing-optional, technically," the bird corrected. Andrew took a moment to reflect on some of Pat's previous statements about the sunscreen before coming to another conclusion, "You're naked right now, aren't you?" Not even bothering to wait for an answer, Andrew turned his head over to Pat’s direction. Sure enough, Pat stood there with his manhood on full display, his hand spreading sunscreen across his derriere like it was butter on an oven fresh biscuit, and his swimsuit nowhere to be found. Whatever the opposite of surprise was, the goat was feeling it in spades. "I mean, why not?" Patrigue defended himself, "I've never been to a proper clothing-optional beach before. It's only fair I take advantage of the opportunity. Right? Besides Perci probably ditched her suit the moment she got here." "And dare I ask what happened to yours?" "Put it in the backpack. It was kinda tight anyway. Speaking of…" Popping the cap back on the bottle of sunscreen, the now pantsless parrot circled Andrew, put it back in the caprinae's pack, and properly zipped it up. Finished with the chore, Pat strutted over to the cooler and picked up its handle. "All right, let's get going!" he cheered, walking ahead. With a shrug, Andrew followed alongside him. Over the next few minutes, the two continued their trip in relative silence. While Andrew had his eyes on the lookout for his canine lover, he would occasionally glance over to Pat. He couldn't help but notice how the bird happened to be walking with a bit more pep in his stride, humming to himself and swishing his tail everytime he took a step forward. The goat was glad his friend's mood had improved upon his change of outfit, but it certainly wasn't the normal reaction an avian would have to having both of his peckers out for everyone to see. Then again, Perci happened to have a similar mentality. And if anything, it was these individual perverted peculiarities that he, his girlfriend, and his metamour had that made the three of them such a unique polycule. Now, if only the two men could find the damn poodle. As time passed, the search for their mischievous little friend was proving to be harder than expected. The sun bearing down on them was proving to be a hindrance, as the first drops of sweat formed on Andrew's brow. Wiping them off with his arm, the goat longed for the reprieve of his air-conditioned apartment and was willing to bet Pat felt the same. "Not to be a stick in the mud, but we could've just gotten naked at home." "We could have," Pat replied, "but to be perfectly honest, I think it's a lot more refreshing being nude out here." "Well, of course you would say that." "What's that supposed to mean?" "You know. The whole 'thrill of being seen' thing?" "Okay, I admit, I can be a bit of an exhibitionist sometimes…" "Only a bit?" "But this is nudism! It's completely different!" "Since when were you a nudist?" "Since the moment I realized that being casually naked is just as enjoyable as being sexually naked." "So you're a nudist… and an exhibitionist…" "Yep." Andrew sighed again as he rubbed the perspiration from his forehead for a second time. "All right, fine. It's nudism. It's too hot to argue." That settled, the duo continued their trek to locate Perci… that is until Patrigue started giggling a few seconds later. "What?" Andrew asked. "Nothing." "Come on. Don't 'nothing' me." "Seriously, it's nothing." "Then don't fucking hide it!" "Ugh…" the avian gave in, "I was just thinking, when you said it was too hot to argue, you could always do what I did if you wanted to cool down." "Dude… really?" the goat scowled. "What? Not like I haven't seen you in the nude before." "I'm not changing into my birthday suit." "No one's gonna make ya. It was just a suggestion." "..." "..." "But why though?" Andrew harped. "Why what?" "Just humor me. I get the whole exhibitionism thing. Like it's taboo and it's sexy to show off and all that jazz. But why would you want to take your clothes off just to be naked?" The half-moon conure pondered to himself. He never really put much into why he enjoyed it, other than the basic “I just do” reasoning. So, why exactly did he enjoy shedding his clothes as much as he did? "Well… there are plenty of reasons people do it," he established "Wanting to be one with nature, supposed health benefits, et cetera, et cetera. But if you're asking why I personally do it… honestly, it's just comfier." "Comfier?" "Yeah, like… okay, this is kinda disgusting, but I sweat a lot. Especially in hot weather like this. I don't know why, but I just do and I absolutely hate it: the drops on my forehead falling onto my glasses, the wet shirt collars, the hair getting greasy, the wet seat from sitting for too long…" "Ew!" "Exactly! That's why I didn't even bother with a shirt today. With this heat, it would've gotten mega gross by now." Pat wasn't wrong about the heat. After all, the forecast called for a high of ninety degrees and a UV index of 8. As nice as it was outside, it was still a far cry from the perfect outdoor weather. Even Andrew had to admit that his shirt was already starting to get damp at the collar. However, looking at Pat’s body, it became increasingly apparent to the mountain goat that the body of his clothingless comrade was faring much better in this heat than his own, taking note of the distinct lack of sweat along his green feathers. "Okay, so I understand not wearing a shirt," Andrew trusted, "but pants as well?" "You've never taken your pants off the moment you got home from work?" "I do… once I'm inside and not flashing any of my neighbors." "Fair… but I don't have to worry about that here,” the avian pointed out, “Only an idiot would go to a clothing-optional beach and not expect to see a few dicks out. And even without all the people, the whole thing… it's kind of soothing." Patrigue's last words brought Andrew to a halt, genuinely needing a moment to process unexpected information. "Soothing?" "Mmhmm," the bird answered, finally stopping and looking back at his clothed companion, "You know how freeing it feels to have the wind blowing through your hair?" Andrew nodded. "Well, it's kind of like that, but when it's your whole body…" Before he finished his sentence, the skyclad dropped the towel from his shoulder and the cooler handle in his palm. He turned his head forward and closed his eyes. Slowly and serenely, he brought his open hands outward and upward, embracing the moment. "...it feels like nirvana." As if on cue, a sudden gust of wind rushed in from the direction they faced. The strands of Pat's hair danced along the top of his head. His tailfeathers ebbed and flowed as his tail glided along the salty breeze. Andrew could only stand and stare at the scene before him. Even with his bare bits and bottom exposed, the avian's pose and transcendent aura in that moment reminded him of paintings featured in the MoMA. "Hey, naked bird!" a not so far off voice shouted. Brought back to reality, the duo was made aware of the black and violet figure in the distance, waving and shouting to grab their attention. "Hey, naked poodle!" Pat called back to Perci with a wave. "About time you two showed up! I need somebody to get my back," Perci stated, holding a bottle of sunblock. "We'll be right there!" Pat responded as he collected everything he had dropped, "Come on, Andrew. Don't wanna keep her waiting, do ya?" Towel and cooler in hand, the mint-colored metamour made his way to where Perci was perched. The goat followed as well, but not before a simple, singular thought crept into his head. I guess it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world…
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Party animals. YCH auction
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Story Continuation of story in this pic Andrew and Patrigue casually followed the black-coated canine into the bathroom. The two were greeted with the familiar sight of Perci’s nude form as she stood next to the shower with her hand under the running water. “Give it a moment,” Perci said to her equally bare lovers, “It’s not warm enough yet.” Resigning themselves to their circumstances, the party found whatever distractions they could in order to pass the time. Perci continued to measure and adjust the water’s temperature while Andrew inspected his horns in the vanity mirror. Meanwhile, the emerald-colored avian took the opportunity to ogle the woman in front of him: from the tufts of purple decorating her head, to the translucent spots of white left betwixt her thighs from her prior lovemaking with her caprinae companion. “So how often do you two let people watch like that?” the bird piped up. “Together? Not too often, believe it or not,” Andrew answered, “the whole audience thing is usually Perci’s thing, but occasionally I’m game for it as well.” “Personally, I think you should do it more often,” the canine asserted, “you fuck better with an audience.” “She thinks I fuck better with an audience.” “No, you really do! I can feel the difference!” she persisted, “You last longer than usual!” “Maybe it’s performance anxiety.” The observing avian couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought. “You do not get performance anxiety,” he refuted, “I’ve seen you debate before. You have the exact opposite of performance anxiety.” Andrew could only roll his eyes at his paramour’s addition to the conversation, “Fine… let’s just agree to disagree. How’s the water, Pers?” “Oh, right!” exclaimed the poodle, putting her hand under the downpour again. “Mmm, Perfect.” With that, she stepped into the stall and beckoned her lovers to follow, “Whenever you guys’re ready.” Turning around from the vanity and rubbing his hands together, the mountain goat was the first to step in after Perci. A moment later, Patrigue followed suit. After getting themselves situated, the trio surprisingly had enough room for all three of them to stand. Only one or two of them stand under the showerhead at the same time, but none of them minded sharing the water. In fact, the group eagerly helped one another, scrubbing each other’s hair and soaping up each other’s backs. Perci, however, went the extra mile. While washing and massaging Andrew's body, her hands would dip lower and lower, until she reached his tight glutes. Lewdly, she firmly grasped Andrew's buttocks, eliciting a faint jump from his lower half. Nonetheless, he continued washing his front, ignoring his girlfriend's teasing, but this only prompted the canine to go even further. Unabashedly, she pressed her soapy chest against her boyfriend's back. Simultaneously, she dragged her hands along the curves of his hips until her hands were at his groin, massaging his shaft and balls. Again, Andrew did his best not to react, but his body betrayed him, as the ever-perverted pooch's playfulness brought his slowly growing erection to full mast. Once, she began stroking his hardened member, he caved in, leaning back into his lover and letting out a near-silent moan. "Hey, Perci," interrupted the oblivious Patrigue, "Do you mind getting my back?" "Sure thing!" And just like that her touch escaped his nethers, leaving him fully erect, yet without relief. Then again, this wasn't the first stuff time that this had occurred. Perci had a habit of bringing him to edge and then dropping everything to focus on some unrelated, unimportant task. However, it was never out of malice. It was just her way of saying, If you want me, then get over here and take me. And sure enough, when Andrew turned around, the ever-deviant doggie was swinging her hips from side to side as she soaped up Patrigue's back, begging without words to be stuffed by the goat's big cock once again. Without hesitation, he stepped forward and lined up his erection with the gap of her legs. In one fell swoop, he grabbed onto her hips and thrusted, hotdogging her thighs and rubbing his stiff manhood along her labia. "Mmmmph!" Immediately, Perci shuddered, unintentionally buckling her knees together and pressing her boyfriend's shaft even harder against her folds. She quickly clutched the shoulders of the parrot in front of her and to regain her balance. "Everything okay back there?" Patrigue questioned. "Ye-," Perci attempted to reply, as Andrew began to seesaw his erection across her privates, "-ah, do*ooo*oing just fine." "You sure?" he inquired again, unsatisfied with her answer's unusual inflections. Andrew and Perci could only respond with grunts and pants, as Andrew had begun pistoning his dick against her, and Perci was left biting her lip in order to hold her moans. Instead, the sensation of Perci leaning harder onto his back and the wet plap plap plap of skin against skin was enough to alert the bird of what was going on. "Damn, back it already, huh?" Pat mused aloud, "Hold up; let me turn around and see." Careful not to cause Perci to fall over, he slowly turned around to observe the couple's copulation for a second time and take in every minute detail. He watched as, with his eyes closed and his teeth gritted, Andrew put every ounce of energy into grinding the living daylights out of his poodle. And Perci, still leaning on Pat's body, had her eyes crossed and her tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted into the bird's face. "Nice O-face you got there," joked Pat. For a comment like that, Perci would normally give him a mocking 'fuck off' to shut him up. Unable to form coherent words in her current state of euphoria, however, she found an alternative method. Swiftly, she forced her head forward and mashed her lips against Pat's beak, surprising the avian. Despite the shock, he quickly recovered, closing his eyes and opening his mouth to let Perci in. As their tongues intertwined, Andrew slowed his hips, but only for a moment. Readjusting his stance, he once again dug his fingers into his poodle's sides and properly hilted his throbbing cock into her womanhood. "ooOOOooooh, FUCK!” Perci swore, throwing her head back in ecstasy, almost taking part of Pat's beak with her. "Oh, shit!" the bird reacted, "You all right?" "Fine! …Fine. Just…" she reassured between heavy breaths, "He finally… put it i*iiiiiiiii*n." Without waiting for their conversation to end, Andrew picked up where he left off, thrusting in and out of his girlfriend with reckless abandon. Once again unable to think straight due to the thick cock inside of her, Perci could only reach out and motion for Pat to come closer. Fortunately, the bird got the hint and stepped forward, letting Perci wrap her arms around him and beginning their kiss anew. As Perci's fingers brushed against his feathers, Patrigue returned the favor, bringing one hand up to caress her face while the other ran through the curls of her fur along her waist, slowly traveling upward to her chest. Upon arriving at her bosom, the avian slipped his thumb and index finger around one of her pert, pink nipples, pinching it and making her squirm. In response, she slid a hand down to his now erect cock and began fondling it, causing Pat to moan as well as he began to thrust into her hand. Between the cock pistoning in and out of her cunt, the hand teasing her breasts, and the tongue dancing with hers in a heated kiss, it was no surprise that Perci was the one to reach her climax first. “MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmMMMMMMMMMmmph!!!” she wailed into Pat’s beak as her muscles tensed and euphoria flowed through every cell in her body. Because of Perc’s orgasm, the woman’s inner walls tightened its grip on Andrew’s rod. With the extra stimulation, it was only a moment after Perci’s climax that he too was pushed over the edge, shooting another sizable amount of cum into her womb. Being filled, Perci could only continue to moan into Pat's mouth as the sensation of the warm fluid inside her only added to the rush of dopamine she was experiencing. Seconds later, having finished emptying himself into his woman, Andrew removed his member from Perci, letting their shared love juices run down her legs. Patrigue was the last of the three to peak. Having bore witness to both Perci’s and Andrew’s orgasms, he had more than enough material to trigger his sexual nerves. With Perci too overwhelmed to resume stroking his dick, the bird took it upon himself to quite literally take matters into his own hands. A minute later the shower floor was painted white with the avian’s essence and the trio were left panting under the flow of water. “Fuck,” the parroted swore, after a long period of silence, “now we gotta wash up again.”
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Story "Hey there, Haru!" The house was an unusual sight, or at least it was to the American avian that had just pulled up to the building. Having lived in the suburbs of Long Island for so long, Patrigue couldn’t help but see the modern Japanese-inspired architecture of the house before him as quite a spectacle. And according to the address Haru provided him, this was in fact his destination. Through unlikely circumstances, the parrot and the raccoon had met and quickly bonded over their shared penchant for eschewing their clothes whenever possible. While Haru had mentioned the less than decent costumes her and her sister would wear for Halloween, Patrigue brought up how some of his friends would let him strip down and hang out with them in the buff. However, he also conceded somewhat sadly that sometimes he would be the only one willing to bare it all, with his other friends keeping their clothes on. "Oh, you should come hang out at my house then," Haru replied, "My house is clothing-optional 24/7!" And soon after that statement, numbers were exchanged and plans were made. Pat was going to visit Haru's humble abode and the two were going to have a proper nudist hangout. Days had passed and the time had come. Now, Pat was sitting in his little beat-up Toyota, parked right in front of the raccoon's supposed address. Shifting the car into park and shutting off the ignition, the avian removed his phone from his car's charger and sent a quick text to Haru, telling him he was here, before slipping the device into his pocket and grabbing his backpack from the passenger seat. However, before Pat opened the door and stepped outside, an entertaining thought had occurred to the conure: He had a history of leaving his friends' houses multiple times with nothing but his backpack on. However, he had never once entered a friend's house in the same fashion. Well, there were obvious reasons for this. First off, he would usually arrive at his friend's house in the late afternoon when the chances of being caught by a neighbor were just too high, while he usually left late into the night when most people were too busy sleeping to catch sight of his au natural antics. Secondly, he would only get undressed after asking his friends that it was okay to do so. These were fairly decent reasons not to attempt such a stunt, but in that moment the avian took note of two important details. First, with the unique layout of the street and the surrounding houses, it seemed that it would be near-impossible for any of the neighbors to see him. The only way someone could catch him would be if they walked out their front door, which likely wouldn’t happen in the ten seconds it would take to walk to Haru’s front door. And second, he was here to hang out with a nudist… in the nude. Heck, Haru was probably already undressed as he waited for the avian in his abode. The sight of the bare bird's body likely wouldn't shock the raccoon as much as it would a textile person. Haru would probably just consider it “thinking ahead” or something. Having taken note of these two details, the idea of abandoning his clothes in his car didn't sound half bad. Steeling himself, he quickly shucked himself of all his articles of clothing before opening the door to his car, stepping out, and shutting the door behind him with only his car keys and backpack in tow. Locking his car, he made his way to the house. It was only seconds later that a young raccoon walked out the front door Pat was walking towards. There was just one small problem: that raccoon wasn’t Haru! “AYYYYYYYEEEEEE!!!” exclaimed the fully-clothed, obviously female raccoon that stood at least a foot taller than Haru. The parrot could only freeze in place, realizing the humongous lapse in judgement the parrot had made. He could have sworn that this was the right house, but no! This wasn’t Haru! And now she was probably going to call the police and get him arrested for public indecency and put him on a list and ruin the rest of his life! His brain screamed at him to cover up and flee, but his legs were stuck to the ground and his arms were frozen at his sides. Dammit, why couldn’t he move!? He needed to run away from this nightmare! “What is it, Maddy!? What’s wrong!?” Pat heard as a little brown ball of fuzz came dashing to the female’s side, stopping short of stepping outdoors and eyeing the conure up and down. “Pat!?” the miniature fuzzball faltered. Suddenly, it hit Pat like a ton of bricks. The fur color, the height, the glasses, the complete lack of clothing, there was only one person that this furball could be! “H-Haru?” the au natural avain replied, just as confused. Simultaneously, the two let out a huge sigh of relief. “Glad to see you’re dressed for the occasion,” Haru teased. “Well, I figured I was going to get undressed anyway,” the conure confessed, scratching the back of his head, “I wasn’t aware you were going to have company over.” “Company?” the miniature mammal wondered aloud before realizing what he was referring to. “Oh, you mean Maddy!” He clarified, motioning to the much larger, much less naked raccoon next to him, “This is my sister Madeline. We live together!” “Oh! So she doesn’t mind… all this…” the avian asked, motioning to his nude form. “She gives me flack for it sometimes, but she really doesn’t mind.” “Oh thank goodness! I thought she was going to call the cops on me!” “Hold up!” Madeline interrupted, “Haru, you invited this pervert to our house!?” “Not a pervert, Maddy! He’s a nudist like me,” he corrected, before turning his attention back to the bottomless bird before them, “Now, c’mon Pat. Let me give you the house tour.” “Sure thing!” Pat responded, following the petite procyonid into the household. The older sister could only stand there at the door, still perplexed after everything that had happened in the only past minute. Despite running circles in her head, all she could do was sigh and shake her head. “He couldn't have waited until he got to Haru’s room to get naked, could he?” she muttered under her breath as she walked back inside.
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Story If It Ain't A Nudist Beach, Then Make It One Alternatively titles include Birds Of A Feather Streak Together and Exhibitionist Goals Sometimes, you just gotta celebrate. Maybe you finally got that promotion. Maybe you aced an exam you thought you were gonna fail. Whatever the milestone happens to be, all you know is that you gotta do something truly outrageous in order to celebrate. So you talk to your friends, a romantic couple with a penchant for perversion, just like you. You've known them for quite some time and you want to include them in whatever lunacy you come up with. You throw a few ideas around: fancy restaurants, cake, skinny dipping, etc. Some they like, some they don't, and some they're split on. However, you don't have anything all three of you are actively enthusiastic about until finally, you say "Fuck it!" and pitch the suggestion for the mother of all crazy stunts. You argue that, as an exhibitionist yourself, the best way to commemorate your accomplishment would be something that involved being watched while having fun. And so, you suggest that the three of you should just let your shared inhibitions go and partake in the infamously daring practice of streaking. And to your absolute surprise, they love the idea. So you plot out all the details and come up with a plan. It's lewd, it's ridiculous, and it'll likely get you all into trouble, but that's part of what's going to make it so much fun. You can hardly believe your friends are on board with these types of shenanigans, but then again, they're practically the ones who turned you into an exhibitionist. The next day, you all come together once again, this time on one of the many public beaches near your hometown. It's not a clothing-optional beach, but it certainly will be one by the end of the day. Once there, you find a set of high dunes for the three of you to hide behind, allowing yourselves to undress for your ludicrous scheme. You take your time, allowing yourself to watch the couple strip down to nothing as you do the same. With everybody naked, you check in with your friends one last time before there's no turning back. They reply that they're more than eager to do this. With nothing else in the way, you countdown from five… Four… Three… Two… One… Go! And like a tidal wave, the three of you dash out from behind your cover, abandoning all of your clothes back by the dunes, and rush onto the beach, shouting and hollering to draw as much attention to yourselves as you can. Hearing the brouhaha, the other beachgoers watch as these three college-aged individuals sprint along the shoreline without any clothing on whatsoever. Just like you had wished, everyone's eyes are now on you and your friends. Not a single person on the beach could ignore the sight bared fur and feathers bouncing across the sand. Most of the onlookers are simply watching you, their mouths agape at the sight. Some of the more prudish denizens are gasping and covering their eyes. Some are laughing, completely in disbelief. Some are even echoing your shouting and cheering you on. Knowing the clothes-free calamity you started was something that got them excited was motivating to keep up your stark-naked stride. Maybe you hear a bad word or two thrown your way, but the cheering drowns it out. Nobody would dare to stop you. Even with the three of you breaking public decency laws, showing off all your colors, with breasts and butts bared, and cocks out and bouncing to and fro, it's obvious most everyone likes what they see. You guess that it's true what they say about us all being perverts in one way or another. After ten minutes of jogging, you finally find a secluded area of the beach and take a moment to catch your breath. All your clothing is back by the crowded beach area, but you decide not to worry about that right now. For now, you all decide to relax after the amazing run you had: lounging on the sand, splashing in the water, and even a little fooling around. After about an hour of play, you start heading back to where you left your clothes. You pick up the pace, ready to give an encore performance for all the beachgoers. You think back to your first streak earlier in the day: with the wind in your hair, your cock swinging free, unbound by restrictive bathing suits, your tail lifted high to show off your juicy ass, dozens, if not hundreds of eyes watching how exposed you truly were, and the taboo, indecent nature of the entire act. The thought of all of that together at once almost immediately gets you hard. You think about maybe running a bit slower than last time, so everybody is able to get a better view. Maybe you don't have to run at all, and all the clothed people will let the three of you chill with them when you get back, without having to get dressed first. You bet some of them will even want a picture or two with you guys. Maybe some of them will even feel inspired and strip as well. Your excitement gets the better of you and you shout that this was the best beach trip ever, throwing both your fists into the air triumphantly. The equally naked couple running alongside you look to each other and smile, fistbumping each other and knowing that they successfully made today one of the best days of your life as an exhibitionist.
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Story A Strut Down Rudderbutt Road OtterlyNude (1:20:37): So what are you doing up this late? PervyBird (1:30:58): Sorry for the delay. YouTube was distracting me. OtterlyNude (1:31:17): It's all good. What are you watching? PervyBird (1:31:30): Meh, nothing special. PervyBird (1:31:41) Movie clips, YLYL compilations, just whatever. PervyBird (1:31:51): Not really ready to fall asleep yet. OtterlyNude (1:32:04): Yeah, I feel you. OtterlyNude (1:32:17): I was thinking about going for a walk. PervyBird (1:32:33): Oooooo, one of those walks? OtterlyNude (1:32:45): ;) PervyBird (1:33:01): You know you've got serious balls, right? OtterlyNude (1:33:20): You said you've been naked outside too, haven't you? PervyBird (1:33:35): Yeah, for like fifteen seconds tops. PervyBird (1:33:42): Walking from Sawyer's house to my car. PervyBird (1:34:04): I have no idea how you can spend a whole hour outdoors in the buff without getting caught. OtterlyNude (1:34:37): It's really not as risky as you think. PervyBird (1:34:49): No offense, but I don't believe you. OtterlyNude (1:35:00): Seriously, it's not that bad. OtterlyNude (1:35:16): I can show you the road I walk down if you want. PervyBird (1:35:29): Wait… are you inviting me? OtterlyNude (1:35:56): I was going to send a video showing off the street, but having some late night company actually sounds awesome. PervyBird (1:36:07): I can't! PervyBird (1:36:15): I'll wake up my parents! OtterlyNude (1:36:37): Yeah, I gotta be careful with leaving the house, too. PervyBird (1:36:50): I mean, maybe I could sneak out through the basement door. PervyBird (1:36:58): Look, this is really sudden. IDK. OtterlyNude (1:37:12): It's okay, man. You don't have to do anything. PervyBird (1:37:21): I know, but... OtterlyNude (1:37:40): But what? PervyBird (1:41:58): ………... PervyBird (1:42:28): Can you promise me with absolute certainty that we won't get caught? OtterlyNude (1:42:45): Hell yeah. OtterlyNude (1:42:57): As long as we keep our eyes open, we'll be fine. OtterlyNude (1:43:17): The road's like five miles straight, so you can see the cars coming looooooong before they can see us. OtterlyNude (1:43:31): Plus, there's a ton of trees and bushes to hide behind. OtterlyNude (1:47:59): You fall asleep? PervyBird (1:48:44): Oh my god! OtterlyNude (1:48:54): What? PervyBird (1:49:18): I actually did it. PervyBird (1:49:31): I snuck out without waking my parents. OtterlyNude (1:49:49): Does that mean I should expect company? PervyBird (1:50:13): I just got to my car. Where am I going? OtterlyNude (1:50:37): You know where Orinoko Diner is, right? PervyBird (1:50:49): Yeah. OtterlyNude (1:51:37): Take the first right immediately after passing it. Drive all the way down until you reach the second traffic light. OtterlyNude (1:52:07): Make a left at the light and keep driving until you see train tracks on your right. PervyBird (1:52:29): I still can't believe I'm doing this. BRB. Pat looked over the Telegram messages again, making sure he didn't miss anything. Sneaking out of his house in just his shorts, he drove in the direction of the diner. After passing the restaurant, he turned right and continued straight. He then made a left at the second stoplight and pulled over to the shoulder once he noticed the train tracks on his right, just as he was directed. This had to be the place, right? After all, the otter said it was a road that ran alongside the train tracks. This was most definitely a road that ran alongside the train tracks. Still, it's within the realm of possibilities that he was talking about a completely different road along the train tracks. Maybe he accidentally said right when he meant left. Or maybe he miscounted which traffic light to turn at. Or maybe- **VRR VRR** The vibrations of Pat's phone quickly brought the paranoid parrot back to reality. He immediately checked his new message. OtterlyNude (2:05:37): Hey, are you the red car that just pulled over by me? He looked around, shooting his head in every direction. Aside from branches in the wind, he couldn't spot any movement outside the car. After his fruitless search, he typed into his phone. PervyBird (2:06:22): Well, I am in a red car and I did just pull over. Not sure if we're talking about the same one. It didn't take long for a response to reach the bird. OtterlyNude (2:06:46): Turn your headlights off then on again. If I see the car do that, I'll know it's you. Patrigue did as instructed, dimming his lights before turning them back on. Second later his phone rang again with another message. OtterlyNude (2:07:00): Yeah, it's you. I'm about 100 feet behind your car. With confirmation, the nervous bird took one last deep breath before turning off the ignition and stepping out of the car. Locking the door, he looked behind the car to see a figure emerge from the trees along the road and walk toward him. While this would normally be quite a terrifying scenario to encounter in the dead of the night, Pat was quick to recognize the silhouette as that of an otter, with the thick tail trailing behind the figure giving it away. "Are you Caleb?" the avian shouted. "That'd be me," he answered with a wave, "You must be Pat!" "I am…" "Nice to finally meet ya." "Likewise" The avian gave a weak wave back. As Caleb got closer, Pat was more easily make out the details of the nearing figure: his messy blonde hair, his shark tooth necklace, and most notably, his absolute lack of clothing. Aside from Caleb's necklace, the only other articles of clothing Patrigue saw on the otter were his flip-flops. "Wait, did you…" the bird faltered, trying his best not to stare at Caleb's crotch, "Did you walk all the way here like that?" "It's what I usually do. My house is only a few blocks away, so it's no big deal." He couldn't help but laugh at the thought. While the bird had experience with exhibitionism, he seldom experimented with it in his own neighborhood. After all, it's one thing to risk getting caught streaking, but it's an even bigger risk when the person catching you might be someone who knows your name, face, and address. "You're nuts. You know that? Where do you even keep your phone and stuff?" "Oh, right here in my tail bag!" Caleb turned around to show off the aforementioned accessory. It was a small brown bag, about a third of the size of an average backpack, held in place by a velcro strap a few inches from the base of his tail. A zipper wrapped around the top and sides while two buttoned pouches allowed for a bit of extra storage in the front. "I can hold your stuff in here, too, since you're not gonna have any pockets during the walk," Caleb added. "Oh yeah, you're right," Pat agreed, mindlessly fishing his items out of his pockets and handing them to the mustelid. However, as Caleb shoved the parrot's stuff into his tail bag, Pat noticed two bright headlights approaching from the distance. "Oh shit!" he swore, pointing down the road, "Car's coming!" Caleb, in response, looked behind him. "Yeah, that's a car," he replied nonchalantly. "Fuck, what do we do? Where do we hide?" "Dude, chill! Just follow me." With that said, the otter calmly walked off to the side of the road and through a clearing in the bushes between the road and the train tracks. The panicked parrot swiftly followed, ducking behind the foliage once behind it. As the seconds passed, beads of sweat began to form on Patrigue's forehead as he prayed for the driver to pass by unaware. Caleb, however, just stood there, patiently waiting for the vehicle to drive by as the crouching avian fretted on his knees. "What are you doing?" Pat hissed, "Get behind something!" "Relax, man," Caleb replied, "they're not gonna see me. Watch" As the otter predicted, the car passed by seconds later without slowing down or showing any other signs of noticing the naked mustelid. "The thing about driving when it's this dark out," Caleb continued, making his way back to the road, "is that most people can barely see anything except what's directly in their headlights." "That…" Pat thought aloud, tailing him, "actually makes sense." "Yep, and like I said on Telegram, the road's super straight, so they can't sneak up on us or anything. I can spot cars looooooong before they even get close." Patrigue had to admit; Caleb had put a lot more thought into this endeavor than he had anticipated. After all, it's like they always say in driver's ed: "Keep your eyes on the road." And at this time of night, the road in front of you is really all you can see. Looking in any other direction for longer than a second could risk you drifting out of lane and crashing. Thinking back to all the times he drove at night, Pat thought about how far he could see when he was driving at night, even with his high beams on. Pondering it for a moment, he determined it was only about 150 feet or so. Yet, at the same time, that car that went by had to have been at the very least a quarter mile away, possibly more before he spotted it. "By the way, why were you even hiding?" Caleb asked, "You still have pants on." "I, uh…" Pat stammered, "...Nerves, I guess." "Yeah… I get that. You can keep them on if you want. It's just nice to have someone to chat with." And so the two chatted. Of course, they spoke of their shared love of nudism and exhibitionism, but the conversation eventually segued into other subjects. Caleb brought up his affinity for photography and surfing while Patrigue talked about playing guitar and the different genres of music he listened to. A car or truck would come by every now and then, but they would see each one from afar and avoid them easily. After ten minutes of walking, a fourth car fourth car came into view, causing the pair to hide behind the foliage once again and reminding Pat of Caleb's earlier comment. …why were you even hiding? You still have pants on. Like the parrot originally said, he was nervous, but that was before. Since then, he's learned how Caleb is able to effortlessly evade getting in trouble, thanks to the massive flora-based hiding spot alongside the road. Plus, the otter's carefree attitude about the whole thing did help ease Pat's internal tension. He looked at the otter in front of him, his hands behind his neck, his tail swishing back and forth with each step, walking without a care in the world. Pat found it to be ironic. Caleb may be the one breaking public indecency laws, but it was him that almost had a panic attack over it, and he was still wearing his shorts. Of course, this was his first time doing something like this while the otter had done this who knows how many times. Still, it didn't feel right. Caleb was naked and he wasn't. It's not like he had a problem stripping down in front of others. Heck, Sawyer had seen him in the nude so many times, he was surprised she wasn't sick of it by now. And at this very moment, he was finally hanging out with a fellow nudist, and one with exhibitionist tendencies to boot! With the opportunity presented, it would be an insult to keep oneself covered and refuse to bare it all. It was time to make things right. As Pat followed the otter, he reached for the string waistband of his shorts, tucking his thumbs in against his hips. He glided his thumbs along the hem, from his front to his back and vice versa, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to do next. Continuing the motion, he inched his thumbs downward, ever so slightly with each sweep of his hands. Like a swimmer stepping into a pool, first dipping their toe in, followed by both their feet, then their lower half, until they're fully submerged, Pat let his body adjust to the chilling sensation of his lower half being exposed, feather by feather, millimeter by millimeter. After a minute of psyching himself up with this activity, his waistband rested just above his crotch and atop the center of his glutes, his pubic area and half of his bum on display. However, as he brought his thumbs towards his front door the umpteenth time, he pulled the fabric just a little tighter than usual, and the string, having finally descended over the peak of the parrot's patootie, slid the rest of the way down until the entirety of his ass was uncovered. Not expecting it, Pat gripped the front of his pants tightly, making sure his front was still covered. He looked back, making sure he wasn't accidentally mooning any possible bystanders, but he found nothing in his spontaneous inspection of the road. He shook his head, cursing himself internally for his knee-jerk paranoia. After all, his mustelid amigo has had his ass hanging out all night, and he hasn't been phased by anything. So why should he? He realized then and there that undressing as sluggishly as he had been was only delaying the inevitable. Taking a deep breath in and out, he released his grip on his shorts. The waistband still hugged his upper thighs, but its grip weakened with each step the avian took. Just like before, his pants fell inch by inch, but this time Pat had no control over the fall. He did his best to not let it get to him, but he could still feel the waistband declining, uncovering his pubic area and even the base of the avian's shaft as it sank. Until finally it happened. The bird's thighs just weren't thick enough for the string to hold onto, and Pat's only source of decency fell down to his ankles. It's happening, the naked avian thought, I'm actually going through with this. Slowing only for a moment, so as not to trip, he carefully wiggled his feet through the leg holes of the fallen garment as he stepped forward. Once his legs were free, he continued his pace, now just as openly nude as the otter in front of him. He was still reeling from the rush of what he had just done: committing himself to a full night of uninterrupted nudity, with an equally skyclad friend to accompany him. Part of him thought that this must've been a dream. After all, none of his other friend's ever wanted to undress or join him in public during the night. And even when he was allowed to leave a friend's house with nothing but a backpack on, that friend made damn sure Pat had his clothes safely tucked away in his backpack just in case he needed them. This was entirely different. Not only was Caleb joining Pat on a nude midnight stroll, but he was the one who initiated it in the first place, leaving the house in a completely indecent fashion, with no clothes whatsoever to properly cover his anatomy. And now, with shorts becoming farther and farther away with each step, Patrigue was in the exact same situation… and it was all real! It was practically a miracle that he found Caleb. He looked back at the pair of pants, dejectedly lying on the ground like litter. As the gap between him and his shorts grew, the thought occurred that maybe it might be best to go back and grab the shorts just in case. However, at the same time, Patrigue took note of several other details his current situation. The moon was high in the sky. The stars were out. The temperature was perfect. The wind was soft against his nethers and bare bottom. There wasn't a car in sight, and even if there was, they wouldn't notice the otter and avian hiding by the tracks with their members and butts shamelessly on display. It was the perfect night to be an exhibitionist, and for once, he wasn't the only one. …Nah, I'll be fine.
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Story Bare-Butt Backpacking "You sure you're doing okay, Pat?" the poodle next to me asked. "Huh?" I responded, picking my head up from my lowered gaze. "I was asking if you're okay." "Yeah, I'm fine, Perci," I said before focusing my attention back to the ground in front of us. The two of us were walking to a campground a short while away from campus. Perci said she had a friend that works there and her friend mentioned that the whole site is practically deserted during the weekdays, giving her the idea of visiting it, along with another idea of what to do once we're there. When she told me about it, I was excited and couldn't wait to give her idea a try. At least, that's what I thought in the beginning, but as time passed I started thinking about the pros and cons, and now I wasn't so sure if I wanted to go through with it. Being the socially anxious avian I am, I didn't know how to voice my concerns without being a party pooper. Now, we have our backpacks filled with the outdoor essentials and resting on our backs. We were strolling alongside the parkway with cars rushing by us, and according to the directions on Perci's phone, we're only a few minutes walk away from the campground. "You sure?" she pressed. "Of course I'm sure," I insisted, "Why wouldn't I be?" "I don't know. You just seem kind of quiet." "What do you mean?" "Well, when I told you about the place, you seemed really excited about going there, but right now you're just kinda… in your own head." I sighed. I was hoping she wouldn't notice, but now that she had, knowing her, she would have likely pestered me until she pried the truth out of me, one way or another. So I had no choice but to come clean. "All right, you got me" I admitted, "It's just that I've been thinking about it a lot, and I may or may not have a few… concerns about this place." "Haven't you done stuff like this before though?" "Yeah, but not during the middle of the day," I explained, "I usually do it at night or really early in the morning. Plus, I usually scope the place out myself before I try anything crazy. I just… I really don't wanna get caught." "No, you're right," Perci assured me, "I get it. If you're not up to it, then we don't have to do it. It can just be a regular walk in the forest." "No,I don't want to ruin your fun! You've been looking forward to this all week." "Yeah, but I'm not gonna have any fun if you're uncomfortable the whole time…" she pointed out, rubbing her forehead, "How about this… my friend is going to be there at the entrance gate. When we get there, he can answer any lingering questions you might have regarding the site. And if you're still unsure about it. Then we don't have to do it. Sound good?" "...I guess that works," I shrugged, "Wait, did you tell him what we're doing?" "Of course I did." "Why!? He could tattle on us!" "He won't. He's my friend and friends don't squeal." Ughhhhhhh. This is not helping. I'm fine with our little perverted circle of friends knowing, but outside of that, I can't account for anyone being as open and understanding about our plans as much as they are. Still, protesting wouldn't have made the friend in question forget anything Perci told him, so I kept my beak shut for now. Another minute of walking and we were at our destination: a toll booth blocking off an unpaved road leading into mother nature. On our approach, a zebra finch male stepped outside to wave us down. "Yo, Perci!" he called out to us. "Hey," she answered, waving to him in return. "So you must be Pat," he said pointing finger guns at me. "Yeah, that's me," I replied nonchalantly, "Look, I have to ask, what exactly did Perci tell you about our hike?" "He just has a few last minute concerns," Perci added. "Oh, don't worry, bro. Your secret's safe with me," he said before miming the act of zipping his mouth closed and throwing away the key. "What about the campers on site?" I fired back. "What campers?" he fired back, "This place has been dead for the past two days now." "Really? Nobody?" "Not a soul." "Okay… What if, on the off-chance, somebody was to show up while we're… hiking?" "Well if you're worried about that," he stated as he pulled out a map and handed it to us, "then this might help. I highlighted all the trails that aren't visible from the roads and campsites. This is the only way in or out of the area, so I'll know if anybody comes through and text Perci to warn you two." "Woah," I blurted out, unfolding the map and reading it for myself, "That's… very helpful, actually. Thanks!" "No problem!" he chirped as he walked back inside the toll booth, "Honestly, I'd join you guys if I wasn't stuck here doing nothing. Have fun, you two!" With that, we were off to the closest highlighted trail, which was about another five minutes of walking eastbound. I was relieved that Perci's confidant was as helpful as he was. Still, even with his friendly assurance, I felt something tugging at me mentally. "Perci, he hasn't texted you yet, has he?" I asked after two minutes or so. "No." "Did you check?" "If he texted me, I would've heard the phone gone off." "What if it's on vibrate?" "Ugh!" she rolled her eyes at me as she checked her phone and showed it to me, "See? No notifications!" That calmed me down for the moment, but it didn't last long. Half of the time we were hiking, I had my head turned around to see if anyone was behind us. This eventually came back to bite me when I tripped on a stray tree root and fell flat on my stomach. "Oof! Dude, you get hurt?" I heard Perci say. "Just my pride," I sighed as I picked myself up. Back on my feet, I patted myself down, brushing the dirt off my clothes as best as I could. Unfortunately, during the quick pitstop to fix my bearing, the thought of getting caught reentered my mind. "He still hasn't texted us, right?" I inquired, my gaze still fixed on the path behind. "No, nothing yet." "And he's definitely going to text us in case anything happens, right? He's not going to flake out or something?" "I highly doubt he would just forget about a random car passing by him when it's literally his job to watch the only entrance of the entire campground," she scoffed. “Look, I’m just…” I paused. I didn’t like her tone, but she wasn’t wrong nor unjustified for being annoyed. I had to admit that my sense of caution was beginning to border on lunacy. “I’m sorry,” I apologized as I turned around to face Perci, “I guess I’m getting NAKED!” Looking at Perci, I swiftly noticed that her shirt, shorts, and underwear were all absent from her body. “About time you did,” retorted the poodle with her privates out. “When did you take off your clothes? We’re not even at the trail yet!” “Actually, we are,” she said, pointing at the tree next to her which had a trail marker clearly painted on it’s trunk, “and I put all my clothes in my backpack while you were staring off in that direction after you tripped.” “Oh…” was all I could say. "Look, I know you're nervous," she assured as she approached me, "but we both came out here to have fun. I have an idea that might help you calm down, but I need you to trust me on this." She was right. We both came out here to have fun, but my paranoia was starting to ruin it for both of us. I needed to calm down. I took a breath in and then out before giving the go-ahead, "Okay." "Take off the backpack," she commanded. I did as I was told, dropping it to the ground. "Now if you want me to stop at any point, just say something," she clarified before coming even closer and wrapping her arms around me and kissing my beak. Her body felt warm against mine. Her soft, bare breasts pressed against my chest and her hands combed through the feathers along my hips. I returned the favor, draping my arms over her and caressing her back. I could feel the heat of her body radiating into mine, and it felt heavenly, melting away whatever uneasiness I had before. Slowly, her hands lifted my shirt, inch by inch, until my abdomen was left uncovered. As we separated, I lifted my arms, allowing her to continue stripping me of my shirt, until she pulled it from my arms. "Turn around," she spoke. And I obeyed. With my back turned to her, I once again felt her body press up against mine. She peppered my neck and shoulders in kisses and pecks while her hands played with the down on my chest. I craned my head back and placed my hand on Perci's cheek, giving in to the sensation. All the while, she moved lower and lower down my body until her hands rested just below my navel. I was so enraptured with the experience, I almost didn't notice her unbuttoning my pants. That being said, I was enjoying it too much to tell her to stop. Seconds later, her thumbs tugged at the waistline of my shorts and my underwear, exposing my member and rear end. With the waistband around my thighs, she released her grasp on my clothing and both garments fell to my feet. "Step out," she ordered. After I did so, she picked up my pants and underwear along with my shirt. With all my clothes gathered, she opened up my backpack and stuffed them in. "How do you feel now?" Perci asked me. "Better," I confessed. "Ready to do this?" At first, I was about to say yeah, but then I was suddenly distracted by the short distinct sound of whistling. As Perci, reached for her own backpack and dug through it, it hit me that the sound in question was a text message notification from her phone. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" I panicked covering my privates and looking for a tree to hide behind. "Chill, dude!" Perci quickly asserted as she pulled out her phone, "It might not even be him!" I awaited with bated breath to see if the text message sealed our doom. However, instead of doom, I was met with the sight of Perci rolling her eyes. "Toll booth is still dead. Bored af. Feel free to send me pics," She read aloud. "Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed, peeking over Perci's shoulder to read the text as well, "I almost had a heart attack because he wanted porn?" "I know, right?" She agreed, "What kind of perverts does he think we are?" For a moment, there was nothing either of us could really say. Just the whole absurdity of the situation and dialogue was just too much to take in in a respectable, serious manner. And so, we both burst out laughing. For like a whole minute. It was a good thing there was nobody else in the park, because if there was, they would've lost definitely heard us cackling like mad witches. "I'm sorry I almost freaked out again," I apologized, wiping away tears. "No worries, Pat," she answered, reaching her hand out to me, "Come on, let's go." Gleefully, I took her hand and we both walked along the path together, wearing nothing but our shoes, our backpacks, and our smiles.
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Story An Audience of One A thing that most should learn after meeting Perci is to expect the unexpected. You'll never know when she'll surprise you with the sight of something that'll catch you off guard. For example, our precious parrot protagonist was once again invited by his canine companion to another party. This time, it was going to be held at her off-campus apartment she shared with Andrew, and Patrigue was warned ahead of time that it would be a play party, just like the last one. However, due to poor planning on Perci's part, everyone was unable to make it because of midterms… Well, not everyone. After all, Pat had just finished his last midterm yesterday. Despite the lack of attendees, Perci was still eager to have the avian over. Pat, as well, was looking forward to a Friday night with a couple of friends after all his tests. The night of the party, Pat walked about a half-hour from his dorm to their place. Once the duo buzzed him in and he took the stairs up to their floor, he gave three strong knocks to their front door. The duo quickly greeted the bird in their underwear. "Glad you could make it," Perci greeted "Yeah, glad to see you, too," he responded, absentmindedly eyeing the scantily clad canine and caprinae up and down, "Suddenly, I feel a little overdressed." As Andrew ushered the avian inside, Perci gave the avian an impromptu tour of the tiny living quarters. "Bedroom, bathroom, living room, and kitchen," she said, pointing to each room as she said it, "There's drinks in the fridge and snacks on the counter. We're gonna order pizza later. Do you want any special toppings?" "Extra cheese, please?" And with that, the three settled into the living room, snacking and playing video games as the night went on. Eventually, Perci brought up the topic of strip video games, and a half-hour later, the bird found himself stripped of everything but his underwear, with a very nude dog on his left and an equally nude goat on his right. While the sight of the dog's undressed derriere was always a wonderfully welcome sight, what ultimately proved to shock him was what Andrew was hiding under his undergarments. Right there in Andrew's lap was six flaccid inches of fresh chevon resting atop his lemon-sized cajones. While the perverted parrot was still clueless as to where exactly he lied on the LGBT spectrum, he couldn't deny that Andrew's extra-large appendage looked like quite a delectable dish. In fact, the goat's gonads had distracted Pat so much that Andrew easily scored against the inattentive avian one last time in-game, forcing the parrot to put on his birthday suit. Before the bashful bird bereaved his body of his boxer-briefs, the parrot pardoned himself to properly prepare in the privy. Locking himself inside, Pat did his best to calm his nerves. After all, he was among friends, was he not? Naked, sexy, polyamorous friends, yes, but friends nonetheless. He looked into the vanity mirror, sulking at the sight of his overweight figure. Knowing what the two lovebirds have gotten into with others, it would be foolish to assume they would outwardly mock his body, but lingering fear still persisted. Pat nonetheless did his best to shake it off. Carpe Diem, as he always said. Steeling himself, he grabbed his underwear and pulled the article of clothing down to the ground and stepped out of the leg holes. With nothing to cover his form, the avian once again gazed at his reflection. Of course, it wasn't as fit or as well-endowed as the goat in the other room, but his body still had certain, undeniably positive attributes. Being a bit on the heavier side meant that he had a lot more of him to love. Turning around and raising his tail, the avian also had to admit that birdy got back! And even if Andrew beat him in the length department downstairs, he sure as hell had the girth to make up for it. With renewed confidence, Patrigue kicked the boxer-briefs into the corner and reached for the knob of the bathroom door, ready to bare it all. However, upon opening the door and walking back into the living room, Perci and Andrew were nowhere to be found. I wasn't in there for that long, the bare bird thought to himself, was I? The answer came to him in a low moan coming from behind. Turning around, he noticed the bedroom door wide open, with the light inside turned on. Cautiously approaching the source of light, another moan rang out piquing the conure's curiosity even more. It wasn't until he got only a few feet away from the actual doorway and peered into the room that he found the source of the sounds. On the bed lied Perci, with her legs in the air as Andrew inserted his long, bright-red erection into her folds, causing her to gasp as he slowly entered her, inch by inch, until the mountain goat finally bottomed out, his hips touching hers. Almost immediately, the conure panicked and swiftly jumped to the side, out of view from the lovemaking couple. While this served as a temporary solution to not getting caught, it quickly dawned on Pat that things just didn't add up. Perci and Andrew knew that the avian was in their bathroom and would walk out any moment. And the door wasn't even ajar. It was left wide open, making it possible for anyone in the apartment to catch a glimpse of the duo forming the beast with two backs. With these facts in mind, either the canine-caprinae couple were extremely forgetful, or the two were willingly giving the bare bird a show. And given their perverted nature, Pat knew the former wasn't as likely as the latter. Pat looked down at his body. His formerly flaccid, mint-colored cock was now slowly, but surely rising from its perch atop his coin purse, due in no small part to the sight of Perci and Andrew consummating their love. With the continuous background noise of grunts and coos resonating from their room, the avian's erection only continued to grow until it reached its maximum size. "Well, when life gives you lemons," the parrot quietly hummed as he took his length in his hand and turned his gaze back to the inside of the bedroom. Looking in, he saw Perci and Andrew in the same position as before, with Andrew slowly moving his hips back and forth into his girlfriend while Perci was on bed, legs in the air, gasping every time her lover entered her. Seconds later, the mountain goat leaned forward, bracing himself with his arms as he accelerated his thrusts. Perci, in turn, wrapped her legs around her stud and amplified her moans and pants. Outside their room, Pat had his eyes focused on the pair's lovemaking. The avian voyeur sensually stroked himself, doing his best to keep quiet as the spectacle played out before him. As Andrew sped up his ministrations, Pat mimicked his excitement, hastening the hand around his member. He even began to gyrate his hips, attempting to drive his cock even further and deeper into the circle of his hand, bringing him closer to orgasm. With both parties doing everything they could to come to fruition, it was Perci that was the first to break with an outcry of ecstasy escalating into an erotic crescendo. With her legs still wrapped around Andrew, she unconsciously pulled him closer and deeper into the canine's folds. Simultaneously, Perci's vaginal walls tightened around Andrew's member as she came, pushing the mountain goat over the edge and causing him to her insides white with burst after burst of caprinae seed. Bearing witness to it all, from the orgasmic cries from Perci's mouth, to the clenching of Andrew's taut, muscular form, to the warm, wet semen spilling out of Perci's womb, Patrigue was finally motivated past his own breaking point. As the hand around his cock pistoned with reckless abandon, the tip of his mushroom head shot pearly drops of white into the air, until the avian had nothing left to release. With everyone spent and satisfied, the three amigos simply basked in the afterglow, breathing heavily with dopey smiles painted across their faces. After a minute or so, Andrew pulled himself upright and broke the silence. "So, uh, Pat? While you were in the bathroom, Perci was being a bit of a tease and one thing led to another and, well, I hope you don't mind." "Oh, of course not! It's your house, you do whatever you want," the parrot replied, looking down at the mess he made on the floor, "I just wanted to ask: where do guys keep the paper towels?" "On top of the fridge," Andrew answered. "Could you grab a few for us as well, please?" Perci added. After making his way to the kitchen, Patrigue grabbed the roll of paper towels from the aforementioned location and returned with the whole roll in tow. The trio spent the next few minutes cleaning up both the mess outside the bedroom door and the mess dripping out of Perci and onto the bed sheets. "We forgot the lay out a towel again," Andrew pointed out as he started changing the sheets, "we're gonna need to visit the laundromat." "We can worry about that over the weekend," Perci assured, a paper towel pressed against her crotch, "after all that excitement, we could use a shower!" "We?" Pat questioned, "As in all three of us?" "I don't see why not." "Can we even fit all three of us in there?" Andrew followed up. "Only one way to find out!" And with that, the playful poodle sauntered out of the room. The sound of running water coming from the bathroom soon followed. Pat and Andrew looked at each other with the same question in mind, and both answered each other by decidedly shrugging and heading towards the shower. "Your girlfriend is the best." "I know, right?"
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Story Parrot's Pond Strolling through the forest has always had a calming effect on you. Gone are the sounds of busy roads filled with loud cars, replaced with the sweet serenade of mother nature. Not even your own home could provide the same solitude and zen as a simple walk in the woods. With the autumn weather getting colder, you intend on savoring these walks for as long as you can. Today was an unusually warm day, so it only made sense to take advantage of the opportunity. You start along your typical path, taking a left at your first fork in the road. However, as you saunter on, you recall that this might be the last comfortable hike until next year, so before you reach the next crossroads, you opt to forgo routine and choose a new path. You fish around in your pocket for a coin. Pulling one out, you determine a new course of action. Every time you have to choose between a left or a right, you'll let a coin flip decide: heads is left, tails is right. You're not worried about getting lost. After just a week or so of these woodland wanderings, you pretty much travelled along all the trails in the park. After a month, you knew the park better than you knew the back of your hands. You couldn't get lost in these woods even if you tried. You reach another fork in the road and flip the coin into the air and catch it in your open head. Tails. Looks like you're talking the scenic route by the pond. More often than not, you take the quick route through the forest, get some peace of mind, and get back to your life, but not today. Today, you're going to savor the sights and sounds of nature. "Ugh, drat! Now it's all wet." That wasn't one of the sounds of nature. As you approach the pond, you hear splashing, and through the trees and vines, you see a figure wading in the water. Coming closer, you pick out more details of the stranger: A green avian, a little overweight, but not unattractive, and very, very nude. Bent over, trying to find something in the water, the bird had everything on display, and quite an erotic display it was. Hips like that would make anyone jealous, man or woman. And looking further down, you noticed quite easily that this bird is very much a male, one with a sizable girth. What was he doing here? Didn't he know this was a public park? Anybody could come by and report him to the police. Heck, why weren't you calling the police? This is public indecency, isn't it? He must be crazy… or maybe he's a foreigner. They have different rules about modesty in other countries, don't they? It's probably best just to go up and tell him about that. As you walk closer to him, he straightens his back and turns around, locking eyes with you. “Oh, hello! Didn’t see you there!” He greets, pulling a damp towel out from the water, “Don’t often see any hikers along this trail actually.” You ask him why he’s naked. “It would be kind of silly to bathe with all my clothes still on, wouldn’t it?” You rephrase the question to ask why he’s bathing in a public park where anyone could see him and report him to the authorities. “Well, usually this area of the park is so vacant and isolated, I figured nobody would come by. You’re the first person I’ve seen here in a couple of months.” You question why he would still do it even with the risk of getting caught. “To be frank, it’s kind of therapeutic. The forest has always had a calming effect on me.” You mention you do always stroll through the forest whenever you need to meditate. “Exactly! It’s like… gone are the sounds of busy roads filled with loud cars, replaced with the sweet serenade of mother nature. Heck, not even my own house is as zen and solitudinous as a bath in the woods.” You weren’t exactly sure of the part about bathing, but you agreed with everything else. It was almost like he was reading your mind. You guess maybe he’s not as crazy as you thought. “And with the weather getting colder,” he continued, “I figured I should take advantage of today’s warm weather.” You let it slide that you had the same idea in mind. “Heh, it’s like they say: ‘Great minds think alike.’ Actually, I was just about to step out and get dressed, believe it or not, but as you can see,” he clarified, raising the wet towel in his hand, “I accidentally dropped my towel in the water, so now I have to air-dry for a bit… unless you care to join me for a bit.” You beg his pardon. “I’m only mean it in jest, of course,” he insists, “but then again, the company would be nice. Also, thank you for being a good sport about the whole nudity thing. I was half expecting you to shout me out and call me names.” You consider his suggestion. Of course, skinny-dipping in the middle of a public park is illegal and risky, not to mention weird considering the part involving getting naked in front of a complete stranger. Obviously, you shouldn’t… then again, he didn’t say it was therapeutic… and he doesn’t seem to look half bad… and he doesn’t seem to mind you looking… Just this once, you say to yourself.
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The Ritual
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Story (Part2) Sequel to the first part which can be read here Penny groaned as she exited the library. Being cursed with a forced nudity collar made the fennec reluctant to go outside where anyone could see her, but she had no choice. Besides, she could feel the collar subtlety working its magic inside of her, causing hormones to flow through her veins. "Stupid collar," she would often say to herself. She had already had to leave mid-lecture to "cool down" in the bathroom during her first class. The collar's stirring of her loins was fortunately minuscule enough to easily ignore. With enough luck, she could get back to her dorm room before it became too hot for her to handle privately. The only problem was that between the library and the door was a quarter mile of walking where any of the thousands of students on campus could gawk at or photograph her lack of wardrobe. All that attention, whether she was willing to admit it or not, got her really excited, to the point where she'd would have to resort to good old-fashioned five-fingers-below-the-waist stress relief. Sometimes it got so bad, she didn't have time to find a private restroom stall and embarrassingly dealt with the problem then and there, bystanders and passersby be damned. She never got in trouble for public indecency. That was the only upside to wearing that pervy collar. It didn't stop her from getting a reputation, however. Once rumors started getting out, she started getting vulgar pick-up lines from a plethora of frat-boy (and occasionally sorority girl) douchebags which only amplified the problem. Fortunately for her, people must be getting used to seeing a naked fennec on campus. While staring, catcalling, and unwarranted photographing of her was still a problem, there was a significant drop in all three since last week. Heck, even just yesterday, a random conure stopped her to offer his hoodie for covering up, and that was after he had already retrieved her dropped keys for her. Still, any moment the fennec stepped outside was an opportunity for eyes to wander and for perverts to annoy her with the fact that they can't keep their hands to themselves or their mouths shut. She had quickly picked up the habit of power walking to and from her classes since the less time she spent in public, the better. However, on her way back to her dorm room, something curious caught the corner of her eye. Turning to look, she quickly noticed the conure from the day before, talking to a female poodle, but aside from his conversation partner, something was noticeably different about him. He was wearing the exact same thing Penny was: Shoes, backpack, and the very same collar that that prevented her from wearing anything else. Her eyes went wide, her cheeks went red, and her jaw dropped as low as it could. His butt and junk were completely visible to everyone, and yet he stood here, talking to his friend like it was just another day of school. How could be not be embarrassed? How could he be so casual about being so indecent? After all, the only reason she'd stopped covering herself with her hands was because her arms started to hurt after doing for so long. Even then, she still tried to draw as little attention as possible. On the other hand, this guy is smiling, and animated, and not covering himself… he's enjoying it. "No way…" she muttered as she furrowed her brow. Just yesterday, that parrot returned her keys and let her vent about her issues with the collar. Now he was parading around like some sort of exhibitionist freak, wearing her shame around his neck like some sort of carnival prize. It wasn't fair by any means, even if he did look quite fashionable with just the backpack on… and his tail was raised just high enough to show off that voluptuous bubble butt… and that he happened to have quite respectable girth when it came to male anatomy… and that his canine friend probably looked good naked as we- "Get your head out of the gutter!" she chastised herself, shaking her head off the impure thoughts, doing her damnedest not to get anymore worked up than she already was. With a slow breath in and out, she cleared her head and reaffirmed her intent. She was distraught, she wanted answers, and she needed to give him a piece of her mind. The poodle the green avian was talking to waved goodbye and walked off with a spring in her step. The incredulous fennec took that as her cue and stormed over to the parrot, ready to give him hell. “Oh, hey!” The bird beamed, noticing Penny’s approach, “I remember you. What’s up?” "Are you kidding me!?!" she bellowed. The initial shock of her outburst not only drew the attention of the bystanders who weren’t already ogling either of the unclad individuals, but also forced the bird to take a step back, land on an uneven crack, and take three more steps backwards as he pinwheeled his arms in order to keep himself from falling flat onto the hard concrete below him. "Bad day?" he guessed. "I told you what would happen!" She continued, ignoring his question, "I explicitly stated how embarrassing and infuriating this collar is! So why in the world are you wearing one?" "Well…" he hesitated, "I kind of… wanted to." "Wanted to!?" She barked. "Yeah, I kind of got into nudism recently thanks to some friends and I figured wearing the collar might be a kind of the experience I'm looking for." "No!!" She retorted, "Just… no! No! I refuse to believe that anybody besides an absolute pervert would intentionally go out of their way to buy one of those damned things and put it on." "Absolute pervert?" he chided, "If that's the case, then… then why are you wearing one?" "That…" Penny fumbled, her cheeks turning a shade redder, "That's none of your business!" "None of my business, eh? Because you sound like an absolute pervert according to your logic!" "Are you… do you think I like getting catcalled?" Penny shot back, "Do you think I enjoy being naked for everyone to see?" The fennec fox did her best to stand her ground during her argument… "Do you think I want people taking photographs of my privates?" …but the act of listing all the things she claimed not to enjoy, did little to help her self-control… "Do you think that I get, ah… get off on it?" …and all the while, a heavy dose of oxytocin began running through Penny's veins, all thanks to her collar… "L-like it gives me some, unf, m-mind-blowing orgasm or something?" …so while she attempted to metaphorically stand her ground, her knees unconsciously buckled together to hide how wet she had become below the waist, and bright crimson glowed underneath the cream-colored coat covering her cheeks… "I-is that what y-you, ah… t-think of… oh, no…" …because as much as she didn't want to admit it, it was all bringing her closer and closer to her breaking point. "Are you… okay?" asked the avian. "Bathroom!" She exclaimed, dashing towards the first building she saw, "I need a bathroom!" "Wait! Look, I'm sorry-" she thought she heard the parrot shout as she ran. --------------------------------------------------------------- "At least I made it to a stall this time," Penny persuaded herself pathetically. Before she had donned the golden ring around her neck, the thought of her partaking in such self-debauchery on a public campus would've made her faint (or so she'd claim). However, ever since she had lost the collar's only key, she found her current scenario becoming quite commonplace: leaning against the door of the closed bathroom stall, panting and sweating from fingering herself into yet another mind-blowing orgasm, a small puddle of sweat and masturbatory juices on the cold tile between her feet. She didn't mind it as much as she did when the collar first became a problem. Heck, it was almost routine at this point. Still, she would've preferred if she hadn't lost her cool in front of that perverted parrot. "Stupid birdbrain," she grumbled. A minute or so passed and her heartbeat finally began to steady back to a normal rate, as did her breathing. A moment later, she picked herself up, grabbed a handful of scrunched up toilet paper from the roll, and began her post-orgasm cleanup procedure. She picked up her backpack, previously flung into a corner, and left the girl's bathroom. With the orgasm draining her both physically and mentally, she was ready to head back to her dorm, fall asleep, and forget about everything involving that shameless bird… until the boy's bathroom door opened and the conure in question walked out at the same time. "Oh hey, perfect timing," he spouted, causing her to immediately wince at the sound of his voice. Fortunately for her, the men's room was all the way down the hall from the women's room, and the closest building exit was only fifteen away in the opposite direction of the bird. Ignoring him, she strolled out the double doors, while the sound of running sneakers and a pesky parrot's chirping followed her. "Hey, can you just hold up one moment?" He panted, running out the door behind her. "Please… don't…" she weakly begged, not even turning around to face him, "I'm too tired to start arguing again." "Okay," he agreed, "You want your keys back?" "Wait, what?" Penny sputtered. Doing a quick 180, she was met with the sight of the naked avian one again holding out his hand, a familiar ring of keys in his outstretched palm. "Again?" "You really should put them somewhere where they won't fall out," He answered matter-of-factly. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind," she responded through gritted teeth, snatching the keys from his hand. As she slipped off her backpack and tried to find a more secure pocket to store her keys, the conure slipped his off as well to grab his water bottle. "Water?" He queried. While still fiddling with her backpack, the fennec shot him a quizzically raised eyebrow. "I just figured you might be dehydrated aft-" he cut himself short. 'After what?' Penny thought, 'What would make me so dehydrated that… oh, no…' She couldn't help but cover her face, "You heard me, didn't you?" "Oh, well, uh…" he fumbled, "I mean, I saw you run into the bathroom and I wanted to give you the keys back, so I stood by the door and I… may have heard something… but it's not like it's your fault or anything, right? The collar made you do it. Like, I've only had this thing on for, what is it, one, two… six hours and it's already giving my left hand a hell of a work out… I mean, just now I had to rush to the bathroom t-… I'm not making this any less awkward, am I?" Penny slowly shook her head as she grabbed the offered bottle. “I’m sorry… about… everything…“ "Whatever," she yawned before taking a sizeable chug of water. "Look, can we just… talk? No fighting or accusations. Just one person to another?" Penny rolled her eyes. This bird was all over the place. First, he gives her lost keys without expecting anything in return. Then he purposely takes advantage of her misery by cursing himself to go streaking about, showing off his bits and butt to anyone willing to look. Now, he's back to helping her with her keys and offering her water. What kind of good-guy degenerate was this nutjob? "Fine," she caved in, "just say whatever it is you need to say and then leave me alone. In the meantime, I'm heading back to my dorm." And once again, Penny was back on her original path, now with an apologetic admission in tow. As she waited for his little monologue, the both of them gathered glances as they walked, making the awkward silence between them even more dreadful. "I thought you wanted to say something," she snapped. "I'm trying to think of how to word it best," he replied, "so I don't come off as a prick." The bird let another five seconds pass before he spoke, "Okay, honestly, when I bought the collar, I thought that maybe… you might feel relieved…" "Wait, so you just put it on because you took pity on me?" "No, no! I was telling the truth when mentioned nudism… and maybe I have a slight interest in exhibitionism as well…" "So you did buy it to be a pervert!" "That's not the point!" "Then what is the point?" "The point is you shouldn't have to suffer through this the way you are!" He shouted back, causing her to take a step away from him. "Look," he continued, "I'm not going to pretend I know what it's like having people look at you in a way you don't want to be looked at… I'm not going to say 'it's not that bad' either, because I'd be an ass for invalidating what you're going through… and maybe I am just some random pervert…" The parrot let his words hang. "But the whole thing about sex and kink and stuff is that it's supposed to be fun and consensual and it's the exact opposite of what that collar is doing… and that sucks. It's just not right." ‘Wait a second,’ Penny thought, ‘is he… agreeing with me?’ "But wait, why did you get one then?" She asked. "'Cause I'm a nudist pervert, remember?" "Right, right." "By the way, you never told me about the whole 'arousal amplification' thing with the collar." "Because I didn't think you were going to go out and buy one, you knucklehead!" "Touché," He surrendered. "But getting back on track," he corrected, "after meeting you, and learning about your predicament, I thought a lot about that collar, but I also thought about how miserable it made you. Then I thought, 'you know, if everyone else was on campus was naked like her, she probably wouldn't be as self-conscious about it.'" "So… what? You plan to collar the whole university?" "I don't think I can afford that many enchanted items, no. But I figured it's possible that having more than one naked person on campus might make the sight a little less… alien to everyone else… and in turn ease your burden just a smidge." It didn’t make sense to her. Over the span of the last twenty-four hours, this half-moon conure has metaphorically saved her ass by returning her keys, got naked in public, argued with her, masturbated to the sound of her masturbating, apologized, metaphorically saved her ass by returning her dropped keys again, offered her water, and topped it all off with stating that he wants to help make her life easier. Part of her still wanted to punch him for enjoying being naked in public while she suffered through it. Another part of her wanted to kick him in the nads for voyeuristically pleasuring himself to her bathroom moans, even if the collar likely coerced him into it. After all, that's why she committed most of her explicit acts. Still, it seemed that when his libido wasn’t thinking for him, the parrot was actually a decent person, despite how indecently he was dressed. Not being able to cover herself was causing Penny to have trouble making friends. Of course, her boyfriend was still loyal and faithful to her, and her lifelong friend Tammy helped her when she needed it the most, but when it came to talking to new people, she was lucky if any of them could maintain eye contact with her. Yet, this socially-inept dumbass walking alongside her, nude in solidarity, was talking to her, empathizing with her, like she was normal once again, reminding her of what it was like before society perpetually gawked at her lack of clothes. And less than ten minutes ago, she was hoping she would never see him again. "Hell, I know a few other students that might get a kick out of wearing it too,” the bird resumed, “And before you ask, yeah, they're perverts too, but they won't judge you for walking around in your birthday suit like all those catcallers. Probably knock a few of them out cold." "I'll… keep that in mind," she responded. "Anyway, that's all I needed to say. I guess I'll see you around." And with that, the conure broke off and separated from the path Penny walked. "Hold up!" She called out, a little unsure why, "I… never got your name." The bare-bottomed bird ceased his saunter to turn back around and face his former conversation partner. "Patrigue Lynch!" he answered, "Pat for short!" "Penelope Fenmore!" she replied in turn, "Penny for short!" With nothing else to add, Pat went back on his route to wherever he was going, like a cowboy riding off into the sunset. Penny couldn't help but notice, as she watched the au naturel avian wander off, his tail feathers slowly but surely rose, shamelessly showcasing the entirety of his round rear-end to Penny and anyone who may be behind him. Whether the mooning was done unconsciously or as part of the pervy bird's cheeky sense of humor, she had no idea. Regardless, she couldn't help but let a small smirk crawl across her face.
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Story (Part1) Patrigue learned many things about student life as a freshman, one of them being that walking across campus always had the potential for adventure. Of course, when one is simply getting from one class to the other, chances of something out of the ordinary happening is slim. Still, whenever he did stumble upon something, just the unexpectedness alone of whatever wacky event he found was usually enough to put a smile on his face. After only one year of university, Patrigue had already seen plenty of what campus life had to offer: People running around in robes with brooms between their legs (claiming to be playing a game called "Quidditch"), social experiments involving groups of students pointing at walls, fierce competitions of ultimate frisbee on the grassy fields by the Arts Center, the president of the Circus Club pedaling across campus on his unicycle, and of course, the Living v. Zombies participants wielding Nerf guns everywhere they go, lest they fall victim to the horde. Returning to Limestone River University as a sophomore, the blue-haired avian couldn't help but question if anything would be able to surprise him at this point. One fine September afternoon, he found his answer. He was leaving the Engineering Building, set on heading to the dining hall for lunch when a sight stopped him in his tracks. The sight in particular was that of a fennec girl, with a cream-colored coat and blonde hair, strolling across campus. She stood no taller than five feet and looked to be about the same age as Patrigue. What really made the fennec fox stand out from the crowd, however, was her wardrobe. Or more accurately, her lack of one. Her coat, from her shoulders to her shins was completely visible. Her breasts and pussy were left completely exposed for everyone to see. The only items that decorated her form were her bright pink backpack, socks and shoes on her feet, and a radiant golden collar around her neck, and none of those articles did anything to cover the canid up. For the first time as a college student, was it possible that he had come across a streaker? "Holy shit…" the confounded conure quietly cawed as he watched her walk by. Well, as alluring as the sight of a skyclad woman was, something poked at Pat's mind. From what he'd seen on the internet, streakers were usually fast and hyper, shouting and waving their arms about to draw as much attention to themselves as the can. She, on the other hand, was doing none of that. Of course, her nudity alone attracted plenty of eyes, but other than that she made no attempt to draw notice to herself, walking the same pace as other students, keeping her brow furrowed and her lips sealed shut and curved downward in an unenthusiastic grimace. If anything, she was more likely a victim than a streaker. "Uh oh," the avian fretted as the worst case scenario crossed his mind. However, he was quick to correct himself before doing anything rash. Best not to jump to conclusions without the whole story, after all. Still, having answers about her situation sounded favorable, if not only to dissuade any of the bird's lingering paranoia. Considering her callous demeanor, though, directly approaching her seemed more detrimental than aiding. It was a possibility someone from TNG knows her story. Asking one of them would in all probability pose less of a threat. While the conure's stream of consciousness flowed as he ogled the naked woman, it appeared fate had been listening in on his thoughts. Watching from behind, Patrigue's eye caught a silver something slipping out from one of the pockets from the fennec's backpack. The quiet clatter it made must've gone unnoticed by the fox, as she continued towards her destination without reaction. Patrigue jogged towards the item to inspect it, discovering it to be a ring of keys. It didn't take a genius to realize how much harder the fennec's life would be without these. Instinctively, he chased after her. "Excuse me, miss? Miss!?" Patrigue exclaimed, attempting to flag down the naked woman. The fennec, internally praying she wasn't the eponymous 'Miss' the bird was screaming for, kept her pace steady and her face forward. However, much to her chagrin, the parrot's calls began to increase in volume, signaling his advance. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of her eyes, she slowed to a standstill and turned around to face the parrot, who had now just caught up to her. "Look," she began, "I get it. I'm naked! Everyone can see my chest and my… everything else, so people think, 'Oh, she must be a slut, she must want the attention, she must wanna bang!' But the truth is, swear on my life, I am just trying to get by. So no, I don't want your number. I already have a boyfriend. No, I will not stand and take a picture with you. And no, I do not want to have sex with you! Do I make myself clear?" "I, uh..." the conure fumbled, unsure what to make of her tirade, "You dropped your keys." "What?" "Your keys," he replied, extending his hand and showing them to her, "I saw them fall off your backpack." "...Oh, oh goodness," She reacted, facepalming and covering her eyes, "I'm so sorry. I've been getting catcalled all week, so I just assumed…" "Ah… yeah, I can see why that would be an issue." "Trust me," she glared, motioning to her bare body, "This whole thing is not by choice." The fennec stuck out her hand and opened her palm, awaiting the return of her key ring. "Then, why?" questioned the bird, plopping the desired item into her hand, "I could let you borrow my hoodie if you really want to cover up that badly." She sighed, "I appreciate the gesture, but it's pointless." "Pointless?" The parrot parroted. "Are you heading anywhere right now?" "Heading any… I mean, not in particular." "...Alright, three questions." "Pardon?" "I'm assuming you have a whole bunch of questions you want to ask about me being naked in public, right?" "Well… I didn't want to pry… but yeah, who wouldn't?" "Exactly, so since I owe you one for the keys, I'll give you three questions instead of ignoring you like all the catcallers I've had to deal with today." "Oh, uh… thank you?" "That being said, I got a class at Crowley in five. So, if you want answers, you're gonna have to walk with me, got it?" After a second of thought, he shrugged, "Lead the way." With that, the cream-coat fennec returned to heading towards Crowley Hall, now with a green avian with blue hair by her side. "Okay, so. Three questions…" Pat pondered aloud, "Let's start with the obvious, I guess. Why are you naked in public?" She pinched the side of her collar, lifting the golden item in order to highlight it. "You see this?" "The collar?" "No, my pretty, pink backpack..." the fox snapped, "Yes, the collar." "Hardy har har," he deadpanned. "Anyway, this stupid thing," she continued, "is magically enchanted with a really dumb and really embarrassing spell. The moment someone puts it on, RIP! RIP! RIP! tears up the clothes right off your back until they're nothing but threads." "No way!" "Yeah way. Try to cover yourself up with anything else and the same thing happens." "So if you put on my hoodie…" "It would pretty much cease to exist," she finished. "Damn…" "Yeah, it sucks." "Huh… So… Question Two: If it sucks so much, why don't you just take it off and get dressed?" She sighed again, "It's locked… and I lost the key to it… and I can't get it replaced." "Actually, you could… nevermind." "What?" "Well, I was going to say that most hardware stores have key makers, but I forgot that you need the original key to begin with to use them." "Well, at least you're trying to help. Most people just flirt or call me some kind of pervert exhibitionist with everything on display! The only upside of this crappy thing is that I haven't gotten arrested yet." "Wait, arrested? For what?" "Public indecency." "That's illegal? ...Wait a minute, it is! How the hell did I forget that?" "Yeah, funny thing about the collar…" She responded, letting the sentence hang in the air. Those last words stopped Pat in his tracks. If this thing could just make him forget things just like that, what other black magic was that thing capable of? He was quick to catch up to the nude fox, "You're telling me that brainwashes people!?" "It's more like a mental barrier. It wears off once people look away." "I'm not going to forget anything else for talking to you, am I?" He panicked. "Don't be ridiculous," the fennec brushed off, "if I wanted something like that, I'd have to get it from the black market for ten times as much as my tuition costs. And I sure as hell wouldn't use it strut around like some pervert!" Despite her apathetic bluntness, the girl's reassurance was enough to stop any more intrusive worries from entering the bird's head. "Alright, I believe you, but that's still kind of unnerving." "Don't blame me, I didn't enchant the stupid thing." "Then who did? Wait, don't answer that. That's not my third question." "Technically, you already asked three questions. Four, to be exact." "What? When?" "When you asked about forgetting nudity laws. Remember? “Oh come on, that was out of worry!" "Sorry, bub. No more questions," she declared, stopping and turning to face the parrot, "Besides, this is my stop.” Stopping to take a moment to realize his surroundings, Patrigue became hyper aware of how far he had actually travelled in his quest for answers about the involuntary streaker, quite literally in fact. If his memory was correct, they walked about a fifth of a mile from the Engineering Building to Crowley Hall. “Huh… so it is… wait, before you-” Looking back to where the fennec was, he saw her twenty feet away, already entering the class building, leaving earshot. Shame. There were still so many questions racing through the parrot’s mind. What was her name? What's her problem? Why did she put the collar on in the first place? How long has she been wearing the collar? And most importantly… “Where can I get one of those collars?” Part 2 continues the story here
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Story Freikörperkultur at Oktoberfest Patrigue had always wanted to visit Germany, for three specific reasons. The first was because of his ancestry. Sure, he only had a few drops of German blood in him considering all the other countries his great-great-grandparents emigrated from, but he intended on making the trip to all his ancestors' homelands regardless. The second reason for visiting Deutschland was the recommendation of his friend Perci. Everytime she spoke of her time there, she had nothing but amazing things to say about the European nation. “I studied abroad in Berlin in the summer,” she mentioned, “and it was the best three months of my life.” “Really?” the bird asked, “Do tell!” The poodle proceeded to fling her head back in dramatic fashion, raising a hand to her forehead. “Sie hieß Anna,” she spoke, almost as if she was crooning, “Wir waren verliebt. Aber ich konnte nicht bei ihr in Deutschland bleiben. Ich musste mein Leben leben.” (Her name was Anna. We were in love. But I could not stay with her in Germany. I had to live my life.) The story of star-crossed lesbian love was completely lost the monoglot avian, but it did encourage him to brush-up on his German, which helped him greatly when Oktoberfest came around. Along with dragging her feathered friend to the festival, Perci refused to speak anything other than German, even to him. He understood she was attempting to help him learn by creating an 'immersive environment,' but for real, who the fuck goes to Oktoberfest for linguistic education? Eventually, the parrot found himself sitting alone at one of the many tables after Perci repeatedly told him to "warte hier" until he finally figured out she was telling him to wait there until she got back. Resting his head on the table, he was left envying his canine companion. He did not know enough German to have a complete conversation with her and as fun and as lively as the celebration was, it would have been nice to be able to talk to someone without the language barrier. Maybe I should've invited Sawyer, he thought, or maybe Jack. The temperature didn't help with Pat's mood either. For some reason, the summer weather was lasting longer than natural, and the supposedly cool autumn day was actually 78°F. The hoodie and jeans that were supposed to keep him warm from the expected lowering temperatures were now his worst enemy, sticking to his sweaty feathers. Fortunately, Perci had come back, providing the perfect distraction in the form of two schnitzels and two massive, liter-sized steins of wheat beer. "I thought you didn't like drinking!" He squawked. "Ich mache eine Ausnahme für Deutsche Weißbier," she replied, "Ist Oktoberfest!" (I make an exception for German wheat beer. It's Oktoberfest!) "Right, it's Oktoberfest," he replied, only understanding about a third of what she said. "Möchten Sie einen Wettbewerb daraus machen?" the poodle asked. (Want to make a contest out of it?) "Ich habe…" the avian fumbled, throwing up his hands, "ich habe keine Ahnung." (I have… I have no idea) Perci sighed and rolled her eyes, "ein Trinkwettbewerb! Du weißt!" (A drinking contest! You know!) Knowing she wouldn’t get through to the novice German student, she mimed the act of counting down from three on her fingers and chugging her stein has quickly as possible. “Oh!” he chimed, finally getting it, “A drinking contest!” “Ja!” she exclaimed. (Yes!) "You sure you wanna do this? I'm not even sure your body can hold that much beer," he teased, patting her belly. "Pfft! Vogel, bitte!" She snapped back. (Pfft! Bird, please!) "Fine, but don't say I didn't warn you. On three?" His canine competitor nodded, a smirk crawling across her lips. "Alrighty then, on three… one… tw-" "EINS-ZWEI-DREI-GEHEN!" Perci shouted before grabbing her beer and chugging it to the best of her ability. (ONE-TWO-THREE-GO!) "Wh-SONUVA!" Pat cursed before grabbing his stein glass and drinking as much as he could to catch up to Perci. And so the competition began. Despite her usual teetotalism, Perci gulped down her fizzy drink at a quicker rate than one would expect. However, the carbonation proved to be her detriment, causing her to frequently pause as the bubbly sensation in her mouth overwhelmed her. Patrigue, on the other hand, with his normal intake of carbonated drinks, found this to be less of an obstacle than her. Plus, thanks to his big beak and bigger belly, he was able to chug much more than his rival. Perci may have had a head start, but Pat had caught up to her in only seconds. With only one gulp, the beer-drinking bird had already pounded down a third of his mug, while the poodle was playing catchup with a with three-quarters of her beer still left. With a decent lead, the conure couldn't help but laugh as he brought the beer back to his beak. Hearing his taunt, Perci buckled down, trying to fit more alcohol into her tiny frame. As more beer splashed into her mouth, she became used to the fizzy feeling, making the carbonated concoction easier to swallow. Each gulp she took was bigger than the last. Still, she had nothing on the powerhouse parrot perched next to her. A little over two minutes after their improvised competition began, Pat had finished the entire liter of German wheat beer in only four sips. "Ha! Ich gewinne, motherfucker!" He shouted, slamming his empty mug on the table and throwing his fists into the air. (I win, motherfucker!) Perci heard his victory cry loud and clear, removing the mug from her muzzle, taking a big breath of fresh air as she placed it back down on the table with half of her beer unfinished. The sore loser in her wanted to complain, but her full belly was grateful she didn't have to drink anymore. She could feel her bloated stomach pressing against her insides, rumbling with an unfamiliar feeling, until it began crawling up her esophagus and out her mouth. *BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURP* With the force of a speeding truck, the carbonation bubbling in her body burst free in a bombastic belch. She quickly covered her mouth, but the damage was already done. Hearing such a sound the petite poodle sent Pat into hysterics. "Holy Scheiße!" Pat wailed through his laughter, "I can't believe that came from you!" (Holy shit!) "Iss meinen Arsch!" She cursed back. (Eat my ass!) "Maybe later tonight, if you said what I think you said." She said exactly what he thought she said, which is why it was her turn to laugh her ass off. "Du bist pervers," she guffawed. (You're a pervert!) "Perverse?" He gasped in mock anger, "And whose fault is that?" She smiled at the bird, knowing damn well the answer to that question. Sure, she could make the argument that she never forced him into enjoying the kinks they shared, but she couldn't deny that the time the two spent together definitely influenced Patrigue to be more… open-minded… but that's a chapter for another day. She fixed her eyes back on her half mug of beer. The sight alone reminded her of how stuffed she felt just moments ago. Not wanting to relive that memory, she slid her mug over next to Pat's. "Hier! Du kannst es haben." (Here! You can have it!) "Du kannst..." he repeated, translating it in his head, "es… haben… Ah! Danke!" (Ah! Thanks!) "Gern geschehen." (You're welcome.) Over the course of the next half hour or so, Perci took to people watching and enjoy the sights of the fair while Patrigue gobbled down his food and eventually got more. However, as the two sat at their table, taking part in their respective activities, the alcohol they had consumed began to metabolize. Their senses began to dull, their speech began to slur, and most noticeably to the pair, their internal temperatures began to decrease, making the unusually warm day feel even warmer. "Es ist so heiße!" The poodle whined. (It's so hot!) As she spoke, her avian accomplice returned from the food truck with two big Bavarian pretzels and two more mugs, sliding one of each to the canine. "Kalt Bier?" he proposed. (Cold beer?) "Danke!" she thanked, immediately sipping the ice-cold beverage before returning to loudly complaining, "Diese Hitze saugt!" (Thanks! This heat sucks!) "Yeah, I'm sweating fucking bullets, too." Sick of the heat as well, Pat looked around to spy on the other festival goers, hoping they had a way of dealing with the heat. With his eyes on the crowd, it seemed like most of the people trying to drink away the heat, just like him. However, he noticed a few of the males parading around shirtless. Of course, most of them had the physique for it, but there were a couple or so without shirts that had bigger beer bellies than him. "Fuck it!" In moment of carpe diem, the bird grabbed the overbearing garment covering his top and pulled it up and off of him. Plopping his hoodie next to his drink, he noticed the difference instantly. His sweat-soaked feathers were no longer sticking to the confines of his coarse cotton clothing, and finally had the chance to breathe. "Oh, that feels soooooo good!" Perci quickly noticed his apparent lack of clothing above the waist. Never willing to pass up a chance to show some skin, she began to see the appeal in her friend's thinking. "Jetzt hast du die richtige Idee!" she applauded as she practically ripped her top off her body, revealing her bra-covered chest. (Now you have the right idea!) "Perci," Patrigue gasped, "What are you doing?" "Mach dir keine Sorgen. Ich trage immer noch einen Büstenhalter. Außerdem ist es Freikörperkultur." (Don't worry. I'm still wearing a bra. Besides, it's Freikörperkultur.) His limited grasp on the German language once again proved to be a detriment, but was able to catch that last word: Freikörperkultur. It was the third and final reason Pat wanted to visit Germany. While the practice of nudism is scarce in the United States, the nationwide movement of Freikörperkultur (which literally translates to "Free Body Culture") or FKK has made Germany one of the most welcoming countries to naturists in the world, with very few regulations on clothing throughout the whole nation. "Right, Freikörperkultur…" "Weißt du was?" Perci asked standing up. Full of liquid courage, the plastered poodle impetuously unbuttoned her pants and slid them down to her ankles. (You know what?) "Yeah, take it off! Woo!" shouted a random passerby. "Freikörperkultur!" she shouted back. "Oh my god," the inebriated avian chuckled, "we're gonna get kicked out." Of course, he didn't actually believe that. Technically, she was still decent with her bra and panties covering the important bits, and even if they weren't, his inebriated senses made the current situation a lot less serious and a lot more ridiculous. "Ist mir egal," Perci retorted, "Das fühlt sich fantastisch an." (I don't care. This feels fantastic.) "Heh, you look fantastic, too," Pat added, eyeing the poodle's lingerie-covered body up and down. "Du solltest auch deine Hose ausziehen." (You should take off your pants, too.) "Wait, I heard 'Hose'... did you just tell me I should take my pants off too?" "Scheiße ja." (Shit yeah!) "Ha!" As crazy as Perci's idea was, the denim jeans around his legs did begin to feel restrictive in this weather. Plus, the recent memory of how good it felt to take off his hoodie was still dancing around the back of his head. Not giving his brain the chance to rule out the idea as a bad idea, he swiftly grabbed his beer mug and swallowed down as much as he could in one breath. "Fuck it. I'm gonna do it," he stated, standing up with another half-pint of liquid courage in his system. "Ja! Zieh Dich aus!" she cheered. (Yeah! Take if off!) With barely any hesitation, he buttoned and unzipped his jeans, letting them fall to the ground beneath him. "Freikörperkultur!" "Freikörperkultur!" The two may have gotten some weird looks, but they were having way too much fun to care. The heat was less of a burden as before, and they were equipped with delicious German cuisine. Besides, no one was objecting. Suddenly, a cacophony of cheers and whistles erupted from the nearby crowd. Turning their attention to the noise, the half-naked hooligans saw several musicians, dressed in lederhosen, walking on stage with their instrument in tow. Once in position, they commenced with the sound of an acoustic guitar and brass playing an oddly familiar melody. "Ich kenne dieses Lied!" (I know this song!) Energized by the tune, she cheered and shouted along with the crowd. Once the lead vocalist began singing, she climbed up on the table, pretzel in hand, attempting to get a better view of the performance. "Oh jeez," Pat facepalmed, trying his best to hide his giggling, "you're crazy when you're drunk, do you know that?" Apparently, she neither knew nor cared as she was too busy slurring the words of the song to acknowledge his words. Not one to be stood up, the boxer-briefs clad bird climbed his way up onto the table as well, careful to balance his weight, lest he drunkenly knock over the table or anything on it. Back on his two feet, he slung an arm around Perci's shoulders, making himself known to her. "Hey, willkommen in der Show!" Perci welcomed, right before the chorus kicked in. (Hey, welcome to the show!) "TAKE ME HOOOOOOOOOME, COUNTRY ROOOOOOOOADS, TO THE PLAAAAAAAAAAACE, I BELOOOOOOOOOONG!!!!" The irony of an American country song being played at a German celebration was not lost on the parrot, who cackled almost maniacally as the song continues. Still, he sung along as best as he could through his outburst, even picking up his beer glass from the table and holding it high in the air like a lighter, letting it sway as the pair rocked back and forth in time with the song. The song came to a close and the crowd roared with applause. In the corner of his eye, Patrigue noticed a white cloth waving about in the air. Turning to look, he came to the realization that it was bra being twirled in the air by Perci. "Woohoo!" barked the now topless dog. Somehow, at some point during the show, Perci had managed to reach back behind her, undo all of the hooks of her bra's closure and slip it off her shoulders, all with only one hand, her left hand still holding her pretzel. The mystery of how she did it so quickly, however, was lost on Pat, who has dumbstruck by the sight of Perci's bare breasts. It wasn't until after getting an intoxicating eyeful of her bosom that Pat thought to do something to stop her from getting in trouble. "Perci!" He clambered, covering up her nipples with his arm. "Nein," she fought back, pushing his arm down and re-exposing herself, "Freikörperkultur!" (No, Freikörperkultur!) "Are you sure about this?" As if to answer him, an amplified voice came from the stage. "Hey, shoutout to the topless girl in the back!" announced the lead singer, "Your boyfriend there is a lucky guy!" "Me?" the bird thought aloud, motioning to himself. "Yeah, you! You two are adorable!" Perci, ever the attention-seeker, posed for anyone looking in her direction, hugging the bird's waist, laying her head on his shoulder and lifting a foot for balance. The crowd fawned over the almost-nude duo with a flattering awwwww. He couldn't help but smile and blush at the crowd's reaction, scratching the back of his head. While he always considered themselves more like lovers than actual boyfriend and girlfriend, he wasn't going to say 'no' to being called adorable. He was so caught up in the moment, he was completely shocked when the Perci slipped a hand into his underwear and pinched his bottom. "Ow!" he cried in mock pain. He was tempted to smack her ass in the moment, but even with a head full of alcohol, knew doing so in front of dozens of drunkards might be a bad idea. "This one is dedicated to the naked couple dancing on the table," said the singer, "It's called "Fliegerlied!" Sing along if you know the words!" And with that, the band sprang back into song, a more traditional German folk song than the cover played prior. "Willst du tanzen?" Perci whispered to Pat, her hand still groping his bottom under his boxer-briefs. (Want to dance?) With her hand on his ass and her breasts pressed against his body, he didn't need to be a mind-reader to know what she was thinking. She may have only asked for a dance, but she was definitely expecting that dance to turn into a strip show. With all their previous outdoor excursions, they had done their best to avoid drawing attention to themselves, lest they end up attracting the police. Being so open and honest with themselves, with a crowd to see everything, was absolutely foreign to the conure. Before committing to anything, the barely-covered bird decided it would be in his best interest to take one last sip of liquid courage from his mug. Bringing the cold mug to his lips, he tipped his head back and let the golden liquid pour into his mouth until it was full. With one last gulp, he was ready to face whatever would happen next… or so he assumed, as he was not ready for Perci to drape her already removed panties across his face like a blindfold. Using his free hand to remove the garment, he was left with no arms to protect himself from Perci's sneak attack. Without warning, Pat's penis had sprung free from his underwear, as the waistband of said article of clothing was now dangling around his ankles. Looking down, he saw a now fully naked Perci with her paw still on the garment. "Really?" the parrot questioned, trying and failing to cover himself with the panties still in his hand. "Bist du böse?" she pleaded, giving off big puppy dog eyes. (Are you mad?) He sighed, "No, I'm not mad. Just… I should've known you'd pull some shit like this." "Heißt das, du willst nicht tanzen?" she proposed once again, bowing and extending her open hand. (Does that mean you don't want to dance?) He could've pulled his underwear back up. He could've gathered all of his clothes and put them back on and left his friend to deal with the consequences of her actions. Heck, who was he kidding. As embarrassing as this situation would be to the average partygoer, the thought alone had Patrigue pitching a tent in his scrunched up hand. Plus, when would he ever get another chance to show off his body to so many people like this outside of a nudist event? "Fuck it!" He answered, stepping out his dropped underpants and kicking them aside, "Let's get weird!" Accepting her offer, he removed his hand from his groin, fully exposing his erection to whoever was willing to look, letting go of Perci's panties before taking her hand in his. And almost as if on queue, the band kicked in with the chorus as the pair of perverts began their naked dance. "Und ich flieg', flieg', flieg' wie ein Flieger, (And I fly, fly, fly like an airplane) Bin so stark, stark, stark wie ein Tiger, (I'm so strong, strong, strong like a tiger) Und so groß, groß, groß wie 'ne Giraffe, (And so tall, tall, tall like a giraffe) So hoch oh, oh, oh!!!" (So high oh, oh oh!!!) To and fro, the unclothed couple danced, sometimes following the song, and sometimes improvising. Breasts and bits bounced as they jumped in time, but the two had little care for it, onlookers be damned. Pretzel and stein in hand and their bodies bared to the world, the parrot and poodle felt invincible as they celebrated Freikörperkultur at Oktoberfest… ...that is until security came and dragged them and their discarded clothes to the manager's office. It was a solemn reminder that they weren't in the Bavarian celebration in Germany, but a local Oktoberfest in their native Long Island, where the rules regarding dress codes are much more strict. Fortunately, the manager of the event was FKK practicing German himself and had no intention of pressing charges against the drunken duo. If anything, he was more bothered by their dancing on the table than their nudity. However, he still asked that the two troublemakers get dressed before they continue any more festivities at his festival. Spoilsport.
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favorites: 72
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You can't really make depression humorous or dramatic... I mean, you can if you're a good enough writer, but not really when you're going through it. You just... want the world to stop. You wake up wishing you could go back to sleep because you don't have to think when you're asleep. But you have to get up, either because you have to use the bathroom or you're going to be late for work or whatever. And dealing with the outside world just feels like a day-long obstacle to get back to your four walls of "fuck off"-grade solitude. Conversations test your patience. Compliments sound like sarcasm. Even saying "Hello" or "Good Morning" can feel like a chore, sometimes. But whatever. Eventually, you learn to put up with yourself. You take your meds, you talk to whoever you need to, and you do what you need to in order to get by. One day at a time.
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favorites: 165
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As a writer, I think a lot about the specific words I use when describing a scene or writing dialogue. While two words may be synonyms, one word may have a different inflection. For example, you could argue that the word “monarch” is more formal than “king” or “queen.” Also, when writing a more intimate scene, it’s usually less erotic and more comedic to use slang words for genitalia such as “one-eyed willy” for a man's member or “fish taco” for a woman's folds. Also, one should be aware of any words with multiple definitions and be careful not imply one meaning when you meant another. For example, I'm certain when they originally erected the sign saying “Nature Trail” on this path, they meant “nature” as in “natural scenery” such as trees and lakes. However, according to the dictionary, the word “nature” can also be referred to as a person's “natural condition or state,” a phrase that could also be used to define one of my favorite words... Au natural - (verb) nude; naked; in the natural state Of course, I do need to wear shoes to protect my feet from getting scraped by any loose stones or twigs. Plus, without pants pockets, I need the backpack for holding my phone, wallet, bugspray, sunscreen, compass, map, snacks, etc. Still, besides those two necessities, I like to believe I'm setting quite an example for a “nature” trail. Besides, with the weather finally warming up enough to make a day hike like this bearable (or in my case, bare-able), it would be waste not to explore the outdoors before campers and picnickers make the fun of bare-ass backpacking during the day far too risky. Speaking of, I hope I don’t cross paths with any hikers that may not approve of my minimalist attire. I packed a pair of shorts to quickly slip on just in case, but the trail’s way more fun like this… Now that I think about it, I wonder if anyone from my old scout troop would have any interest in joining me on trips like these...
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I first met Jack in my high school. He had this dorky bowl cut and a crazy obsession with almost anything that happened to involve wizards and sword fighting. Still, I couldn't really say anything against him. I didn't have any friends until him and his little group of outsiders invited me to sit with them at lunch. We were both able to bond over our love for movies. He introduced me to some the lesser known fantasy classics and crime dramas while showed him some of the black and white comedies that still held up. Lunch was the best part of the day that year thanks to him. Our school schedules the next year stopped us from seeing each other during the day, but we continuously hung out at each other's houses all the time, along with the crazy assortment of wackos and wallflowers we ended up befriending along the way. Hell, even after high school, we both ended up going to the same university. As we grew up, he grew his hair out and became a big metalhead, I learned about kink and became a nudist, and a fair amount of our buddies from high school came and went, but despite everything, Jack and I always managed to stick together. A few years into college, he introduced me to Sawyer. Well, more correctly, we met through being mutual friends of Jack through social media. Commenting and interacting on all of his posts, it was only a matter of time until I finally reached out to her and said hello. We clicked almost instantly, sharing music and geeking out about all our favorite video games. She even told me that she was interested in kink, when told her about my experiences with it. After a month of online correspondence, Jack finally brought us together in person. While we were both nervous, the nerves quickly faded as the night went on. She recounted hilarious stories about her token gay friend while I reminisced about high school stories involving Jack and I. Neither of us could wait until we would hang out again. It's been over a decade since I met Jack and over four years since I met Sawyer. We've become so comfortable with each other, the sight of us cuddled up in various states of undress after a night of drinking and video games has become a common sight. They're not abashed by my nude antics, the same way I'm not abashed by Jack's constant puns and movies references, or by Sawyer's insatiable appetite for exotic cuisine. Sometimes, one of us may do something stupid and piss another one of us off, but we're always quick to forgive our talk it out, and those instances are few and far in between. You know, when I think about it, both of them came into my life when I needed them most. Jack came into my life when I had no friends to speak of, and Sawyer came into my life while I was still dealing with a lot of personal grief. I'm grateful for them coming into my life and being the helping hands that I needed and I’ve loved every moment I've spent with them. I can only hope that they would say the same about me…
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favorites: 163
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Story You know, I've always seen nudism and exhibitionism as polar opposites of each other. When I think about nudism, I think about showing that the human body is nothing to be ashamed of, and making nudity sterile and de-sexualized. It's all about destroying whatever taboo the is regarding wearing your birthday suit. Exhibitionism, on the other hand, is a straight-up kink. I mean, it's arousal from being naked and sexual when and where you're not supposed to be. Whether it's about the thrill of almost getting caught or having a captive audience, the excitement wouldn't exist without the taboo that nudism is actively trying to disassemble. Even though I eventually learned that I did enjoy being naked for the sake of just being naked, how could I identify as a nudist with my exhibitionist tendencies? Then I befriended a naturist online, who later invited me to a group chat full of other naturists and nudists. At first, I was hesitant. I thought I'd be demonized by such a community, being the pervert that I am, but when finally I decided to give it a chance, my expectations were completely subverted. In fact, thanks to all the people in that group chat, I learned a lot about both nudism and exhibitionism. Or more importantly, I learned the two aren't mortal enemies of each other, but two sides of the same coin. While nudism isn't rooted in sex or sexuality, there's nothing wrong with a nudist having a perfectly healthy sex life. And while exhibitionism is based in kink, there were many users in the group chat that also believed the taboos surrounding sex and sexuality should also be dismantled, just like the taboos surrounding nudity. A lot of the group members proudly labeled themselves as both nudists and exhibitionists, and assured me that my little identity crisis wasn't something worth worrying about. So here I am, Patrigue, nudist and exhibitionist, setting off to continue breaking those taboos, facing the day with nothing but a pair of shoes on my feet and a smile on my face. Sure, some might say I'm not completely naked because of the shoes, but to be honest, the fact that they're the only thing I'm wearing kind of makes me feel even more naked. Besides, I don't want to accidentally get a splinter while I'm hiking with my new friends. That's right! New friends! It turns out some of the nudists from the online group actually live nearby, and invited me to go with hiking with them. In the nude, of course. I’m really excited because this is the first time doing any nude, outdoorsy stuff during the day. I just have to make sure none of my neighbors see me as I head to my car. Of course, I could just get undressed at the hiking trail, but where's the fun in that? You can't break taboos without taking a few risks, right? Sure, nudity is still considered indecent where I live, but I'm hoping that'll change one day. For now, I'm just going to enjoy the sunlight shining on my body and the wind blowing through my plumage, lightly tickling me as I walk and talk with my equally exposed acquaintances... Plus, I get to show off how cute my ass is. Looks better when you can actually see it, wouldn't you say?
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favorites: 91
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During my first semester as a member of TNG, I remember how disappointed I was when we did Kinky Show and Tell and I had nothing to show. I made it my mission to make sure I had something kinky to show for next semester. But it couldn't be just any toy. The gags, floggers, and dildos of the previous meeting had personal connection to their respective owners. Each toy described their personalities in the bedroom and helped create some very kinky memories with their partners. I couldn't just any whip or pair of handcuffs and call them my own. I needed something that I could call my own. I've searched for quite some time, both online and in real life, but knowing so little about the world of kink at the time put me at a disadvantage. I didn't know who sold the best anything. I wasn't sure which toys were overpriced garbage and which toys were worth their weight in gold. However, there was one item that immediately caught my eye. It was a paddle, with backwards letters cut out of the leather. That way, when you hit someone with it, it would leave an imprint on their skin. The word it spelled out? ‘SLUT’ I couldn't not have it. It was some weird kinky Ring of Keys moment. I could see myself wielding that paddle in a firm grasp, spanking my submissive partners with it and making them as the pain sluts they know they are: my pain sluts. It was worth every penny. It was fun showing it off and talking about it the next semester, but it was even more fun when I finally got to use it. Seeing those letters pop out in bright red along my partner's ass as she begged for more really brought out my aggressive sexual nature and made me realize my potential as a dominant. Even after all the years and all the extra toys I've purchased since, my ‘slut’ paddle still remains my favorite toy in my collection. As you can see, Sawyer would agree with me on that front.
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score: 40
favorites: 82
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Continuation of Part 1 found here It started as a joke between the partners of Winged & Lynch Marketing Firm. They quipped that, since the dress code had already become quite “casual” thanks to the recent policy changes, what would the typical Business Casual Friday attire look like? Someone said fetish wear. Another mentioned lingerie. There was even the suggestion of body paint. Then one of the interns piped up, “Why bother wearing anything? Pretty much all of us have seen each other naked already anyway.” Of course, the workers were quick to point out that they still had to remain decent whenever the company had visitors or clients schedule to meet with them… Except for one… the token exhibitionist. With the thought of being casually nude for casual Friday, he waited until one special Friday when there were absolutely no planned guests, clients or otherwise, and it was then he committed to the deed, leaving all his clothes in his car and coming to work wearing nothing but a smile. He gave many of his fellow colleagues a shock at first glance, but once he explained how circumstances allowed it, they warmed up to the fully-nude avian quite quickly. In fact, some of the staff even felt inspired to join bared bird, and shed their own clothes. Noticing this, the exhibitionist surveyed those who joined him in casual nudity. The survey reported that those who did spent the workday in the buff had, at first, felt somewhat nervous, but gained self-confidence and self-esteem over the course of the day. With proof that a naked Friday could boost morale, he asked his naked workforce on last question: “Would you be open to doing it again?” And thus began the tradition of Winged & Lynch’s Business Casual Fridays, better known as Full-Moon Fridays. Receptionists began to purposefully schedule client meetings and other events that would require remaining decent on days other than Friday so the employees wouldn’t have to worry about clothing. Week after week, more and more staff would forgo their normal workwear in order to join their naked coworkers. In less than two months, everyone was participating in Full-Moon Friday. On Fridays, the company looked less like a marketing firm and more like a nudist resort. Aside from the cars parked in the company lot, where most of the workforce got undressed (with the exception of those daring enough to leave their homes as nature intended) It became impossible to find any clothing anywhere in the entire building.
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score: 33
favorites: 65
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Hello, welcome to Winged & Lynch Advertising Firm. We're glad to have you aboard. You probably have some questions about our dress code. A few months, many of our hard-working employees met with Promotech to discuss ads regarding their newest software. We found out firsthand that they're home to some… very unique business practices. Instead of bottling up their sexual urges, they encourage their staff to act upon them, by either masturbating or finding a partner with which to have sex, sometimes with other employees watching. According to their research, company morale has more than doubled since the policy was implemented, and productivity has increased by almost seventy percent. The discovery was quite shocking, but the numbers didn't lie. So we put the question to our workers: “Would you be open to loosening certain guidelines and allowing a policy more akin to the one found at Promotech?” Surprisingly, every department responded with over 75% in favor of changing our current guidelines. The adjustment was made the next day, and within a month, even employees who were previously for keeping things the same were now relieving themselves two or three times a week. Of course, we make sure to remain decent in front of clients and visitors, but otherwise, we’re not afraid to be as lewd as we want, so long as we’re being productive as well. Here we have one of our partners and our token exhibitionist, welcoming a new hire to the team the best way he knows, naked from the waist down and hard as a rock. Continued in Part 2 here
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score: 27
favorites: 52
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Some might disagree, but I say taking your clothes is a lot more fun with an audience. It's also a lot better with music. (Also a pole, but I can't afford one right now.) Personally, I'm a fan of “Do I Wanna Know?” by Arctic Monkeys, or any other songs like that, with a BPM that's slow enough to be sultry, but fast enough to still have a beat worth dancing to. And of course, that hypnotic guitar lick echoing throughout the song doesn't hurt either. So whether it's Sawyer, Bunny, Willy, or whoever else happens to have their eyes on me while I “make myself comfortable,” I can assure you they're gonna like what they're gonna see.
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score: 30
favorites: 85
comments: 5
Walk of "Shame" Here a story wrote by Patrigue for this drawing: __________________________________________________________ Checking wit’ the guards in the morning, I found I’d only one prisoner to deal with that day: an avian who was found pleasuring himself behind the barracks like a nutjob. According to his punishment, he was sentenced to be paraded around town wearing nothing but the chains and stocks I’d use to hold the bastard captive, naked and exposed as the pervert he is, which was more than a relief from the beheadings and hangings the job often required. On occasion, the prisoners with non-lethal punishment would be willing to comply, if only as a means of getting the farce over with. However, none of them were as eager as Prisoner #69420 was that day. Before I had even reached his prison bars, the green fatty had jumped from his cot and had his tunic and trousers stripped off and cast aside to a dark corner of his cell. “Time to give ‘em a show?” he asked, tail raised and cock out as I approached. Despite the surprise from hearing the excitement in his voice, I did my best as punisher to maintain my stoicism. Without a word, I opened the pervert’s gate, motioning with the collar for him to come hither. He stepped out of his cell without hesitation, making no attempt to run and hide from his fate. The bird gave no resistance when the collar was fastened around his neck, nor when the stocks latched his wrists together. As I led him to the archway outta the keep, he walked with gaiety in his step and a smile on his face. As our surroundings changed from the lonely stone walls, dimly lit by the fire torches, to the bright rays of sunshine and the curious eyes of the onlooking townspeople, his giddiness did not falter. If anything, it made the lad more radiant. While I mostly kept my eyes forward to our travels ahead, I’d at times check on the prisoner behind me, only to see him strutting with a confidence akin to a king in his finest threads and jewels. I’d catch him making glances, winking lustfully towards various bystanders. Other times, he’d do his best to give some neighborly waves to the crowd, despite his hands being bound. Hell, the daft bastard even had the gall to called out to some of the passersby he recognized. I did my damnedest to remain professional, but after about a kilometer of flirting and catcalls, I turned to face him and broke my silence. “Oi!” I hollered, “This is supposed to be a punishment! How the bloody hell can ya be so cheery wit’ everyone in the entire town looking at ya in nothing but yer feathers? At least act the part and wipe that smug grin off yer beak, ya damned pervert!” The bird shrugged. “Fine, I’ll keep quiet, but I don’t think it’s my smug grin that everybody’s looking at,” He smirked, a finger pointing down at his pecker. Ignoring his lewdness, I yanked on his chain to keep him moving. The route had another four kilometers left. Bloody hell, I should have just left him in the damned cage. Seems punish a naturist with a walk of shame was't a good idea....
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score: 56
favorites: 143
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Part of a Balanced Breakfast [color=#30BA72]“Okay... so where exactly did you even get an idea like this?”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Well, I'm in this chat group.”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“Uh-huh.”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“And one of the guys was talking about how, as a kid, he’d sometimes climb a tree in his backyard naked.”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“Naked!?”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Yeah!”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“Why?”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Why not?”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“It just sounds- ...what does this have to do with the syrup, anyway?”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Well, he mentioned that sometimes he'd get sap on his dick and it'd be hard to get off sometimes.”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“Eww…”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Yeah, I thought the same thing, too, at first, but then I remembered sap is used to make maple syrup. Now, all I could think about was what syrup-covered dick would taste like.”[/color] [color=#30BA72]“And you want me to be the dick?”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“Pretty please? I mean, technically, you're getting a free blowjob out of it.[/color] [color=#30BA72]“...All right, just give me a moment to get naked. I don't want syrup on my clothes.”[/color] [color=#BD64D2]“You look better without them anyway.”[/color]
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Continuation of this piece. Uh oh! Looks like all the attention on his naked body is getting to him. He can certainly try to think about cold showers and old people to cool himself down, but it's difficult (or should I say... hard) to think about anything other than the fact that the entire classroom is focusing on your exposed, throbbing embarrassment. It probably wouldn't be so bad if he could cover up, but the class isn't over yet. He'll have to maintain that pose for another 15 minutes. Let's hope the class is enjoying the view as much as his body is.
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score: 51
favorites: 141
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This almost really happened. A friend in college was asking for volunteer nude models. I told her I was interested, but sadly, nothing came of it. So instead, here is Patrigue, modeling in my place, holding a position of looking off into the distance, and hoping the artists of the classroom capture every minute detail of body... the eager look in his eyes... his smooth belly... the way his cock and balls sit nicely between his thighs... Oh, geez. Let's hope for his sake he doesn't get a boner.
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score: 96
favorites: 257
comments: 22
During my college years, I met a group called TNG, which focused on kinks, fetishes, consent culture, and alternative lifestyles. After joining them and spending some time with them, I came to the realization that I have an affinity for BDSM, partically in the the dominant role. While I was nervous about sharing this information with people outside of TNG, I eventually let it slip after meeting Sawyer. Her response? "THAT'S SO AWESOME!!!" Her reaction was both an absolute surprise and a total relief to me. It was an even bigger surprise, however, when she admitted to me that she enjoyed being submissive. It was only a matter of time before I had her bound with everything on display, ready to give her the time of her life. ...but of course, we made sure we knew the universal safeword.
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score: 80
favorites: 207
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"Fuck Pants" Need I say more? Shoes may protect your feet from pebbles, legos, and other aches and pains. Hoodies can keep you nice and warm and snug, especially in the colder months. But pants... well... Sure, they cover up your butt and genitals, but after being a member of the furry fandom that purposefully leaves his SFW filters off on all of the furry sites, you quickly realize that your growing erection is going to look more like an open invitation rather than an immoral act of public indecency. Besides, with hips like that, it's hard to find pants big enough to give all of that junk some breathing room without falling down. Patrigue would gladly make himself at home in Zaush's bottomless district.
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score: 88
favorites: 184
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He knows you're watching, and he doesn't care. After a long day of work, the last thing Patrigue wants to feel are the hot, irritating clothes that he's been wearing for the past 8 hours for the mere sake of decency. The shirt keeping his torso itchy. The pants making his legs sweat. And worst of all, the underwear hugging his groin and not letting his member breathe. So what does he do? He takes it all off. His house is clothing-optional after all. Of course, he may be a little shy if somebody's watching him strip, but a little embarrassment isn't going to stop him from being his best self. His NAKED self.
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favorites: 142
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Thanks to Sawyer, Patrigue now had his keys safely in his hands, the keychain secured around his index finger. “You sure you have everything now?” the fox asked Patrigue, “Wallet? Phone?” “Yeah yeah, it’s all in my backpack with my clothes. Don't worry.” the bird responded. “If you say so. Text me when you get home then.” “Will do.” “All right. Good night, you crazy nudist!” “Good night!” And with one final wave, Patrigue and Sawyer parted for the night, with Sawyer returning to her house and Patrigue returning to the cool breeze against his bare feathers on the way back to his car. “It's good having friends who accept you for who you are,” Pat thought to himself, “even if ‘who you are’ enjoys being naked in public.”
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Part two to a previous commission, also done by Bleats. Usually, when Patrigue leaves his house or anybody else’s house, he usually checks his pants pockets for everything. Wallet, phone, keys, etc. However, being the exhibitionist he is, he’s not always wearing pants when he leaves his friend Sawyer’s house. It wasn’t until he reached his car that he realized that his keys weren’t in his backpack along with his things. Fortunately, when he got back to Sawyer’s place, she was already standing atop the porch dangling the keys in her hand. “Please tell me you weren’t planning on walking all the way home like that.” She remarks. “Well, I could use the exercise,” He half-joked, his arm scratching the back of his neck, “but then again, I do kinda need those.” He took a step up the stairs and extended his open hand. Rolling her eyes, she handed over the keys to the naked bird.
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1522604
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favorites: 404
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Even though he may be a bit sensitive about his weight and body image, Patrigue sure as hell won't lie about how his favorite outfit is his birthday suit. Sometimes when he hangs out at a friend's house, he'll ask if it's okay to get naked. Since they're used to his clothing-optional antics, his friends will give him the okay nine times out of ten, albeit his friends will always keep their clothes on. However, once his clothes come off, chances are he's not putting them back on. Heck, his friends are so used to his nudity, they don't make a fuss even if he's hugging his friends goodbye and heading out the door with nothing but a backpack on. Right now, he's just taking a quick trip from Sawyer's house to his car. Fortunately, it's late so chances are he won't get caught. It may still be risky, but he'd just say that the crisp August breeze against his nethers and bare buttocks, as well as the thrill of being naked in public, is just too tantalizing to pass up. And don't worry about his outfit. His clothes are neatly tucked away in that backpack of his, along with his Nintendo Switch and a bunch of other "toys" that help him entertain his friends.
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"KICK OUT THE JAMS, MOTHERFUCKER!!!" -MC5, "Kick Out The Jams"
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score: 81
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Morning Jog Patrigue figured he needed to lose a few pounds and took up the activity of jogging. However, upon inspection of his wardrobe, he found that he was not in possession of proper jogging shirts or jogging shorts. After deliberating on this fact, he figured it would be best to simply forgo them and walked out the door with a smile on his face, his iPod in his hand, his sneakers on his feet, and... well, nothing else on. Not many people were up this early in the morning, but those that were couldn't help but stop and stare at the naked avian strutting around with everything bare to the world. Some gasped silently. Some shouted at him to cover himself. Some even catcalled and asked for his number. Patrigue was oblivious to it all, with the music in his earbuds at max volume. Twenty minutes later, after a lap around the neighborhood, he ended up back in front of his house, sweaty and worn out. Entering the house, he felt proud about how he was finally taking the initiative to get himself in better shape even without the workout gear. A pain in his joints brought him out of his reveling. "Ow!.... Maybe if I stretch first," he said rubbing the small of his back, "I can jog farther next time."
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It’s strip gaming night and there is a clear winner.
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Ladies’ Choice Originally this was going to take place in a palace but I felt ruins were more visually interesting. Sorry it took so long.