The Juiciest Welcome (Patreon)

This is a combination tier reward, story edit, and gift for Joel. He's been a good supporter and he's one heck of a nice guy. He wrote a story about us meeting near his home in England. Thanks, Joel! I expanded it a little so here goes:

By JoelGWM & Edited by Aetus

One day, Aetus the bald eagle was flying along near Yorkshire. While he was flying he admired the lovely English countryside. He said to himself, “I see farms, winding lanes, fields, and woods. It reminds me of some of the places I’ve seen back home in America.” Around mid-day he decided to take a break and landed in a shady tree in the forest.

Then he caught a glimpse of a red-feathered bird flying through the trees. “My, what a strange bird! I’ve never seen one of those. I have to see what it is…” He flew off fast and quickly caught up to the long-tailed, bright red bird. It had a massive beak and a white face. It was obviously distressed at being followed by a large predator and flew faster, swivelling its head back and forth to watch the eagle that was right on his tail.

Aetus laughed out, “I’m not going to eat you, bright bird! I just wanted to know what you were. Come, perch with me.”

Aetus banked away and settled onto a wide limb of an oak tree. The red bird flew around the tree a few times, wary that this strange predatory bird might be tricking him. But Aetus seemed sincere and moved close to the trunk to give plenty of room to land. At last the red bird settled onto the branch a respectful distance away.

“That’s better,” said Aetus. “I’m Aetus. I’m a bald eagle from America. What’s your name?”

The red bird cocked its white face and pinned its white irises with excitement. “I’m Joel. I’m a green-winged macaw.”

“You’re very pretty. I’ve never seen a bird like you before.”

“I’ve never seen your kind either though we have some birds almost like you. You are much more handsome than our native eagles.” Joel realized that the eagle was not going to hurt him so he relaxed and fluffed his shiny feathers. “You’re a long ways from home.”

“I am. I wanted to see more of the world. I came from Alaska, across Asia, and now here but the ocean beyond looks too large to cross.” Aetus sighed. “It’s springtime now and I have the urge to nest but I guess I’ll miss out this year.”

Joel looked down, “I feel the springtime urges too but I don’t have any of my kind around here. Most other birds are afraid of me too. I guess I’m just too brightly colored and noisy.”

Aetus noticed the macaw’s tail bob ever so slightly and he thought he smelled the scent of moist vent and clean underfluffies. He looked down at the long tail and said quietly, “Looks like we have similar problems. Two lonely birds with no mates.”

Joel’s white cheeks flushed pink and his eyes pinned. “Hehe, quite.”

Aetus’ eyes smiled back and twinkled with mischief. “We could solve our mutual problem. That is, if you don’t mind kissing cloacae with another boy… and a predator to boot. I’ll let you be the tiercel and I’ll be the hen.”

Joel’s beak dropped into a wide grin and his pupils shrank to two tiny dots. He felt his cloaca throbbing and had to pucker his vent to keep a drop of pre from falling. “Uh, oooohhh… myyyy. Are you kidding? I would love to get close to a big handsome bird like you!”

Joel walked right up to Aetus and could smell his warm, clean feathers. He bobbed his head, looking as though he wanted to jump the eagle right then and there.

“Whoa, slow down there, pretty bird. Let’s make this easier and more comfortable. There’s a nice grassy hill down there in the sunshine. I’ll lay down and let you do anything you want to me. Sound good?”

By now Joel was leaning on one foot then the other, back and forth, clenching his vent to keep from prematurely ejaculating in the tree. “Uh huh, uh huh, that sounds lovely!”

Soon they were both on the ground. Aetus laid back in the tall grass with a sigh. His cloaca was moist with expectation. It had been a year since his last mating and he sorely needed to feel feathers against him. His eagle testes, deep inside his body, were fat and full of seed, aching for release. Aetus spread his legs and parted his long fluffy belly feathers to expose the soft white downy ring around his vent.

Joel stood in front of him, eyes fixated by the dark spot at the center of those downy feathers. He was only a few years into maturity and had never mated before though he fantasized of it constantly during breeding season. He blinked his eyes and wiggled his tail, feeling his throbbing vent lips drip pre.

Aetus let out another long lusty sigh which pushed his cloaca outward. He relaxed his vent and his pink membranes blossomed open like a wild rose. He winked at Joel.

“I can tell you’re new at this, which is all the more exciting. Take your time. There’s no shame in exploring.”

Joel walked forward and sniffed the glistening membranes. They were pleasantly musky and felt soft and warm even without touching them. Aetus winked his vent, puckering the membranes in then pushing them back out again with a “plip” sound. The cool air and the beak hovering over his sexual opening were incredibly arousing and his anticipation soared. Beads of clear precum welled up from his cloacal membranes and drooled off his loosened lips.

“Taste it, young friend, if you like. I won’t bite.” Aetus grinned behind the wall of dark brown belly feathers that veiled his upper body.

Joel extended his thick tongue and touched it to the rim of Aetus’ vent. Aetus squirmed and moaned and a spurt of pre dribbled down the lower fleshy lip. A strand of clear fluid adhered to Joel’s tongue as he pulled it in and tasted the salty sweet juice.

Joel’s eyes pinned tight again and his face blushed. His heart beat faster and his cloaca warmed. “Mmm… that’s niiiice.” He put his beak down again and licked farther, slowly up and around the rim to the top.

Aetus stretched his neck and wings back in the grass, huffing quickly and trying to keep from winking his vent so that the macaw could finish the lovely caress. As his tongue pulled away Aetus at last winked his vent firmly. It twitched and quivered.

“G-gahhh… young macaw you are… wow, you are almost making me cum my feathers!”

Joel tortured poor Aetus a bit longer with licks and even pushed his upper beak into the soft juicy orifice, covering his face with glistening eagle pre. But it wasn’t too long before Joel felt himself on the verge of cumming again.

Aetus moaned out with need in his eyes, “You’ve pleased me so much. Now mate me… give me your macaw seed.”

Joel shuffled forward and sank his toes into Aetus’ soft thigh feathers. The eagle was so fluffy that Joel found himself buried in the big feathers. As his feet locked into position, his vent opened and rubbed right onto Aetus’ wide wet cloaca. The hot membranes united into a single pulsing kiss, rhythmically drawing in and out against each other.

Joel’s head flipped back and his eyes closed tightly. Aetus chittered his copulatory cry and squirmed. They winked their cloacal muscles again and Joel’s head feathers flared wide and he cawed a loud raspy call. Aetus’ cries stuttered and he grunted.

They came in unison. A deep squirting sound issued from their locked vents and semen spurted. They both grunted and squeaked again and felt bubbly jets of bird seed squirt from their ejaculatory openings. Joel rubbed forward and back quickly, not wanting to stop cumming quite yet, and Aetus let out a high quavering call from the overstimulation. Joel tensed, grunted, and came once more then collapsed on Aetus’ belly, his now-crimson face panting hard deep in Aetus’ soft downy breast. Aetus wrapped his wings over him and hugged him as he gently rocked his lover back and forth with post-coital euphoria.

“Goooood birrrrd. Oh myyyy… very good bird.”

As the two relaxed, the seed spilled down and pooled on Aetus’ tail. It was smeared thickly between them and pasted their skin and feathers together. The smell wafted on the warm breeze and filled both of their minds with satisfaction.

They snoozed in the sun for an hour before walking together down to a pond to bathe. Along the way they chatted about their lives and agreed to see each other again someday.

Before departing, Joel reached up to Aetus’ beak and gave it a friendly lick.

Aetus smiled and preened Joel’s head. “Thank you, Joel, for the lovely afternoon. Best part of my visit here.”

“You’re welcome, new friend. And perhaps I will one day make it to America to visit you!”

“Definitely! You would be welcome at my nest.”

The two parted ways before evening settled in, Aetus flying off to the east on his way back to Alaska and Joel back to his home tree in Yorkshire.

THE END