Ein Lustvoller Willkommen (Patreon)

Here's a story written by JoelTheGWM, who is the patron that commissioned this art. Be sure to check out all the versions attached. Enjoy!

By JoelTheGWM (Edited by ME Vehnt)

Joel the green-winged macaw was flying back to his home in Driffield, England after visiting his best friend Christopher in Mainstockhiem, Germany. But he must have taken a wrong turn as he soon found himself in an unfamiliar area. Checking around, he found a road sign and learned that he had arrived in the town of Rheine. It was a lovely town with a winding river, red roofs on the old buildings, and surrounded by green hills. He said to himself, “This looks like a good place to rest and explore.” So found a place to stash his backpack and set off to enjoy the town. 

Joel visited churches, markets, and walked along the tree-lined riverfront walk. “The buildings in my hometown are rubbish compared to these. And it’s so boring back home but I’m finding plenty to do here.” He considered transforming back into a human to explore further but he was afraid that he wouldn’t be able to speak with people since he didn’t know German.

Just as Joel was contemplating this, he saw a bird of prey darting among the buildings looking for a meal. Joel’s bright colours must have attracted him so he took off in a panic. He dodged into the attic of a building and waited for the raptor to give up.

Later at sunset, with no hunters in sight, Joel came back out and flew to the top of a smokestack on a nearby factory that was shut down for the day. Suddenly he heard a screech and a peregrine falcon swooped down, seemingly out of nowhere. At first, Joel panicked again but the falcon slowed itself and chirped out cordial greetings.

“Hello pretty macaw! You’re not from around here. My name is Falkie!” The falcon slowed down and landed on the smokestack next to Joel. “What is your name?”

“My name is Joel. You’re not going to eat me are you?”

The falcon rubbed his bulging crop. “No, no. You are too big and I am too full. I prefer the pigeons that nest at the cathedral. Besides, you’re too beautiful to eat.” His voice lowered and became smooth and musical and made Joel feel at ease. “You are a very pretty hen.” Falkie’s unusual sapphire eyes moved up and down Joel’s body. “And so big!”

Joel wiggled his tail and eyed his new friend as they walked around each other. The falcon was fluffy and friendly with a voice that sounded like he wanted more than casual friendship. Joel smiled the corners of his beak and squinted, “You called me a hen but I am a male. It’s quite alright though. I don’t suppose you would know since you don’t see macaws here.”

Falkie giggled. “Oh so sorry. I am in my mating season but have no mate. So I suppose my hormones got the better of me.” He tried to peak around and get a glimpse under Joel’s long tail. “Hmm… what does a male macaw carry under its tail?” His beak nudged closer.

Joel cocked his head at the horny falcon’s curiosity. He was certainly the most forward bird he had met in a while but seemed harmless. He was also lovely and Joel could smell the scent of moist vent and it drove him wild. What an exciting evening it would be to explore sex with a strange bird in a strange land.

Joel grinned and lifted his tail slowly, teasing the wide-eyed falcon. The feathers parted and revealed soft pink lips surrounded in soft downy feathers.

Falkie’s pupils shrank and he bobbed his head. He wiggled his tail and said, “Mmmm… what a sweet sight.”

Joel squatted and spaced his feet apart slightly. “Would you like to try it out?” He then pressed out and exposed his deeper cloacal membranes.

Falkie’s beak dropped open and his wings vibrated. “Cheeeeep… Jawohl! Bitte! Danke!”

Before Joel could say another word, the quick falcon had hopped onto his back. Falkie chirped excitedly and grappled around on Joel’s back until his prickly talons seized foot-fulls of Joel’s red feathers. Stabilized, he pressed his rump down while Joel swivelled his tail to the side.

Joel moaned at the feeling of the falcon’s warm, soft undertail pressing against his vent. Then their moist lips met and sent pulses of pleasure to his brain. He lowered his beak until he it touched the concrete. “Ooooohhh yes! Mate me, you beautiful falcon. Mate me!”

Falkie spread his wings and arched his back. He rubbed his tail under Joel’s belly and winked his hungry cloaca against Joel’s wet, loose lips. His chirps grew louder and the smell of damp feathers surrounded Joel’s blushing face.

Joel cawed out in ecstasy and his cloaca throbbed in tune with his mate’s passionate song. It was heaven for a young, horny male macaw. He wanted Falkie to grind and hump against him forever. He wanted to smell like falcon seed.

Falkie humped faster and chirped louder until suddenly he shuddered screeched loudly. His body shook and his vent pressed in more tightly than ever. Joel’s cloaca vibrated with climactic bliss and Joel pressed back in a hen-like reflex, wanting none of his lover’s fluids wasted. He was rewarded with deep spurts of hot, sticky falcon seed and winking vent as the falcon lost control of his body’s urges in coitus.

Slowly their calls died down as their passion was fulfilled. Joel felt dizzy and weak so he settled his body down to the concrete. Falkie sagged his wings and rubbed his vent slowly against Joel’s fluffy ass, smearing cum throughout his feathers. When he stepped off of Joel, the setting sun glittered on the white fluids that leaked from the macaw’s gaping orifice.

Falkie bobbed his head and nuzzled Joel’s ear. “Did you like that my hen?”

Joel exhaled slowly and mumbled back, “Yes. Oh yes. Danke schoen, as you would say.”

They watched the sunset until the stars came out and slept fluffed against each other. In the early dawn, they said their goodbyes.

Falkie smiled and said, “Auf wiedersehen, friend.” When Joel cocked his head curiously he added, “It means, ‘Till we meet again’ for I do hope to see you again.”

Joel smiled. “Yes, I hope so. Maybe next time you could play the hen?”

Falkie laughed. “Maybe next time, silly macaw. Maybe I could come and visit you for another round?”

Joel retrieved his backpack and flew off for home, hoping he was headed in the right direction this time. He relived his time with Falkie over and over in his mind, hoping that he would see the lusty falcon again and pick up where they left off.

THE END