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To be alone in a wooded place is an impossibility. There are trees, there are animals, there is life. Woods, in essence, are the pinnacle of accompanied solitude.
And so I stand here, solitary but not alone, savoring my surroundings. The pillars of wood and existence that tower over me, the moist soil 'neath my boots, and the prospect of a very interesting evening ahead. After all, why stay bored when I can wander? Surely there's something to find.
And so begins my trek to whatever awaits!
...once I figure out who's watching me. This sensation of a gaze upon my humble form, though a mystery, feels too... human to be animal, and I do not like to be observed by unknown people with unknown intentions.
I think they're on my left...
And then, like the exit of a gentle summer breeze, it is gone. How unusual. Shall I follow?
No, I shan't. Such things may bring danger, and I am here for beauty- though there is some in such things, undeniably, there is also risk, I prefer not to. Today, at least.
Tonight. Evening is upon the forest as branches sway softly and dusk quietly simmers into twilight. Beautiful.
With that thought in my mind, I am off. There is much to observe here, from fleeting glimpses of fleeing owls to long, fascinated looks at long, fallen logs. Creatures of the night raise their voices in song, a melody founded on falling leaves and well-hidden patches of ground, in woodpecker holes and remembered burrows. I love this.
And yet, I cannot fully relax... eyes are on me again. Even as I stand, still as I can without stopping myself from looking around, I am unable to locate the eyes themselves, though I know they're somewhere in front of me. This gaze is not of an animal I am familiar with.
Before I know it, amethyst enters my line of sight, framed by black and shiny golden feathers resembling a mask, a beak that could be made from gold, a deep purple softness... oh, I'm looking at a masquerade peacock.
A real, live masquerade peacock- and it's looking at me. Beautiful! Oh, I thought they were creatures of legend, and there's one right in front of me! Oh, more gorgeous than I imagined... no description could do this majestic presence justice. Beautiful.
It occurs to me that I am being carried. This awe-inspiring megafauna has picked me up in a mighty, black, clawed talon and is carrying me. To where?
A nest lies ahead. I spy it only as we approach, entrance too disguised for even me to spot. I am then dropped unceremoniously into the mass of carefully placed tree bark and growing plants. There are no young here, yet birds only nest to reproduce... could I be food? Food for what? A mating gift? (Oh, the honor! To be deemed valuable enough to be offered as a present...)
Behind me, upon the bark, the mighty beast has laid itself down on its right. The lack of wings is especially obvious here: all four limbs are the legs of a bird, only much longer and black instead of the yellow most would imagine. They are thin, too, thinner than one would expect from such a tall thing. Beautiful.
Again, I am picked up in one talon. This time, however, I am brought nearer the head. The other talon rises to meet me, and a wave of anticipation rises within my torso. The suspense!
My hat is carefully plucked from my head and placed on the ground. My shawl, too, is soon taken and set aside, and then the creature struggles with the buttons of my shirt- and gets them undone. I try to process this, but my arms are then guided over my head and my chest is bare. The masquerade peacock adjusts its grip and removes my pants, and it is not until I am in nothing more than my boxers that I realize I am being stripped nude.
Do humans taste better without cloth?..
Something incredibly soft presses against my bare backside, and I quickly realize it'd be more comfortable just a little ways up- oh, my boxers are next to my pants. Which are over there. The creature moves me down again.
Just before I can protest, something presses against me. A slit, moist and warm, has opened right against the crack of my ass, and, emerging from it is something...firm. Very firm. Hard, in fact. The slit is about half as long as I am tall, and whatever's pressing its way into my asshole probably won't fit? I don't think things are supposed to go up there. Nothing should fit, right?
It prods and prods and then...retreats? No, it's coming back, working me open so gently, and then it's gone, and then it's back, and then it's inside me, and then it's gone. Some unknown corner of my being fumes, demanding that whatever it was get back here and finish the job, finish me, just get back in there.
That corner shuts up pretty damn quick when the other thing starts up. Pressing, pressing, and- hah- ah, what- oh, please, more, I need it...
...What even is this?..
I couldn't care less. The stretch alone is addictive, doubly so with the ridges along the whole thing. The tip is bulbous, but not too much, and every push is helped along by the thin layer of viscous fluid that covers it.
The creature behind me- inside me- pauses, appendage pulsing inside my flexing hole. Again, my urge is to complain, to beg, to demand I be treated to more of those delightful ridges that worked past my rim so heavenly. Alas, my brain is unable to string any sentences together, and I probably just babble on while crying.
A beat. Again, a talon grips me firmly, preventing me from trying to force my body up and down along the shaft I've so instantly come to love. At long last, the creature rocks its hips, thrusting for real. I am held in place like a sex toy, left with no choice but to savor the long, thick shaft so rapidly pressing some internal button, driving me to twitch and moan and oh, please, right there, right there, right there!
Oh, god, is this a dick? Am I being fucked? Is this why sex is so popular? The stretch, the push, all of it, I love it, I can't control my voice! Ah, I don't need to.
Whatever it is, it's twitching sets me off. A tsunami of bliss washes over my entirety laid bare for this perfect monster, and my scrambled brain takes the chance to savor the moment: the cock pulling out so only the tip remains inside, the feeling of warm liquid flowing from it into me, the sensation of being filled like a water balloon...
Oh, I could stay here forever.