Roommate Interruption: Jax and Iafri

"Here we are," Charn crowed, as he stepped into his apartment, gesturing for his night's hookup to enter. Iafri, secretary bird that was accompanying Charn, stepped past him and into the apartment, glancing around at the sprawling, spacious living room, and specifically at the big bulky green couch facing the television in the middle of it. Iafri's white feathers caught the ambient light from the street, the dark grey trim along his wings creating elegant lines that matched the grey of his beak. The secretary bird was taller than Charn by several inches, his slender build giving him an almost delicate appearance despite his height, and his thin purple fishnet crop-top only accented the impression that the bird was vulnerable.

The door swung shut with a click, and Charn moved deeper into the apartment, his striped tail swishing with barely contained excitement. He turned to face Iafri, those piercing mustard yellow eyes bright with an enthusiasm that seemed almost theatrical.

"I've been thinking about this all week," Charn said, his voice carrying that same smooth cadence that had drawn Iafri in at the bar. "I've always wanted to try it, you know? Just... 'sucking a guy off'. It sounds like it would be a lot of fun, you know? Just like, really getting into it."

Iafri tilted his head, confusion evident in the angle of his neck. "You've... never given head before?"

"Oh, I have," Charn assured him, waving a paw dismissively. "I'm old hat at suckin' dong. But I've never just given head, every time I've given head in the while, I always end up..." The tiger's expression shifted, a moment of alarm crossing his features before he continued, "I mean, it's just... it's been a while, and I just want to really experience it. Focus on it. Make it, you know, special?"

The secretary bird's beak opened slightly, then closed. "That's... I mean, it's not exactly exotic. It's a blowjob."

"Maybe not for you," Charn purred, leading Iafri to the couch. His paws came up to rest on Iafri's chest, feeling the rapid heartbeat beneath the bird's purple fishnet crop top. "But I want to really appreciate it. Every moment. Every texture. Every taste. Every spurt." He waggled his brows suggestively, as his fingers traced down to the hem of the crop top. "May I?"

Iafri nodded, raising his wings slightly to allow Charn to peel the fishnet garment up and over his head. The white feathers of his chest fluffed slightly in the apartment's cool air. Charn's paws immediately moved to the waistband of the plaid skirt, not bothering to ask, simply unfastening it with practiced ease and letting the fabric pool around Iafri's feet. He reached for one of the amulets hanging against Iafri's chest, the one shaped like a hammer, but the bird captured the feline's wrist, shaking his head pleasantly.

"That stays on," Iafri said, stroking the amulet with a soft smile. He pointed to a bracelet inscribed with nordic runes on his wrist, and then to the other amulet, a circle with a female figurine inside, "-as do these."

"Oh, that's fine, I'm not here for your jewelry, sweetie, just your cum," Charn said with a wink. He stroked his fingers along the bird's chest feathers, avoiding touching the amulet, and was about to continue shmoozing, but the reveal of Iafri's groin stopped Charn mid-motion. Where he'd expected to find external genitalia, there was instead a large, smooth vertical cloacal vent, the opening slightly puffy with arousal.

Charn stared for a long moment, his ears flicking back. Then he laughed, a sound that seemed forced. "Right. Right, of course. Bird genitals. Internal." He looked up at Iafri, and something flickered behind those calculating eyes. "You're not, like, castrated or anything, are you? I mean, you've still got everything that matters?"

Iafri's white feathers ruffled with indignation. "What? No, I'm not castrated! I make LOTS of cum. Like, seriously, I'll completely fill your belly if you let me. I'm very productive, and I've been told that I taste pleasantly sweet."

The tiger's expression brightened immediately, genuine delight replacing the momentary concern. "Oh, good. Perfect. That's exactly what I want to hear." He placed both paws on Iafri's chest and gave him a playful shove. "Sit. Get comfortable."

Iafri stumbled back onto the couch, his long legs spreading slightly as he settled into the plush green corduroy. Charn dropped to his knees between those legs with a manic, virginal eagerness that seemed completely out of place, given his age, his striped face level with the secretary bird's vent. The tiger leaned forward, and his rough tongue made contact with the sensitive opening, lapping up and over it the way one would lick at the edge of a melting ice cream cone.

The effect was immediate. Iafri groaned, his wings spreading slightly against the couch cushions, and his sleek, elegant neck arched at the rough caress of the feline's scratchy muscle. Charn lapped again, his tongue working methodically around the circumference of the vent, tasting the slightly musky flavor that gathered there. The opening began to dilate, responding to his stimulation, and then something pink and slick began to emerge.

The shaft unsheathed slowly, almost teasingly. It was smooth, lacking the texture of mammalian anatomy, with a sleek, rounded tip. Charn tried to hide his disappointment as three inches slipped out, which - based on the width of it - is the full amount he expected. He he captured it between his lips, careful not to pinch his teeth against it, and slurped wetly. When he did, more of it smoothly jutted forward, probing blindly into his mouth, the smooth flesh delicately salted and slightly cooler than the feline would expect. 

It kept coming, though. Charn felt it slide along his tongue, pleasantly pleased as it touched the back of his throat, the way a normal sized penis would. Then it sank into his throat. 

The feline had no gag-reflex to speak of - that had long since ground into nothingness by the huge hunks of fresh meat that the tiger liked to gobbled down - but when the penis squirmed, curling to caress along the inside of his throat as it sank down into it, the tiger instinctively pulled back and away from it. Much more of it emerged from his mouth than he expected, and every inch of it was thicker than the one previous. 

"Good lord," the tiger said, his paws settling on either side of Iafri's protruberant length, watching in awe as more and more of it emerged. The bird squirmed under the rapt attention, blushing, the embarrassment of his shaft being studied so intently only helping to spill inch after inch of pink flesh out into the open air. At twelve shining inches, the tiger was impressed. At eighteen glistening inches, the tiger was aroused confused. When it finally stopped, jutting up from Iafri's groin at a MASSIVE twenty-four inches, wobbling delightedly in the open air, Charn was testing himself to see if he was dreaming.

Charn prodded at the length with one finger, pushing it to one side and then letting go, watching it sway like a metronome. "How is this possible? I mean, where do you keep it?!"

Iafri shifted on the couch, embarrassed. "It's just... how it works. Everything's internal until it's needed. All birds are like this."

"All birds are certainly not like this, I think I would know if birds had FEET of DICK stashed up inside them," Charn snorted, as he reached out with both paws, wrapping his fingers around the bird's considerable girth. The shaft was warm, the surface silky-smooth beneath his touch, and it throbbed with the physical attention. "Still... I've had bigger."

Iafri huffed, nares flushing red, but unable to look away as Charn brought the bird's huge secret penis to his muzzle. He smooched against it, letting his tongue lick against the slick skin, and then bent down to lap from base to tip, like he was savoring an oversized popsicle. The taste was clean, slightly sweet, and utterly foreign to anything he'd experienced before. He liked it.

Iafri groaned, and Charn made wet, sucking sounds as he worked the shaft over, getting familiar with the texture, the flavor, the way Iafri responded to his touch. The tiger's mouth moved up and down, sampling different sections of the shaft. He seemed uncertain of his approach, experimenting with different techniques, long licks, gentle sucking, soft kisses along the tapered length. His rough tongue created textured friction that made the secretary bird shudder. The feline's intense inspection felt hurried, as if he were trying to unlock a puzzle but was on a timer of some sort.

"What's the rush?" Iafri managed, his voice breathy. "We've got all night, don't we?"

Charn pulled off with a wet pop that made the tiger's torso curl inwards with overstimulation. "Well, yeah, technically. But... I want to finish you before my roommate gets home."

"Oh! Will he... want to suck me off too?"

The tiger paused, considering. Then he shrugged. "If my roommate wants dick, he can go find one for himself." His fingers tightened around the root of Iafri's cock, and he winked up at the bird. "This one's mine."

"O-oh, okay," Iafri said. Something in the possessive declaration made Iafri relax. He leaned back into the couch, letting his wings spread wider, presenting himself more fully to Charn's ministrations. The embarrassment at how eagerly the tiger was worshipping his cock created a pleasant heat in his chest, a strange mixture of pride and vulnerability.

Charn's paws moved along the shaft, measuring it, exploring every inch of the unfamiliar anatomy. He marveled at how the tip tapered to almost a point, how the smooth surface seemed to bead with slick pre that gathered at the apex. The tiger leaned forward again, opening his muzzle wide, and began to take the shaft deeper.

Inch by inch, the pink length disappeared into Charn's throat. Six inches. Twelve. It became easier to count remaining inches. The tiger's neck began to bulge, as the width of the dick sliding down in it began to stretch the powerful muscles around it. The tiger was able to breath through his nose, carefully drawing in breaths around the burgeoning flesh, hot breath tickling along the bird's shaft in the middle. With four inches remaining, his muzzle was nearly touching Iafri's vent, his jaws spread achingly wide to prevent his thorn-like fangs from prickling into the bird's shaftmeat. He could feel the tip of Iafri's cock probing into his stomach, and every instinct in his predatorial heart screamed at him to bite down, to chomp and wrench, to rip that huge piece of meat free of Iafri's body and claim it as his meal. 

That wasn't what he was here for, though. He pressed forward, and with a soft wet slurp of triumph, his lips sealed against the opening of the bird's cloaca, the entire two feet of avian cock sheathed in the tiger's throat. Iafri whimpered in surprise, his body squirming as he felt his entire length being held between the jaws and down the gullet of a large feline predator. 

"You're sucking my entire dick," he whispered, mostly to himself, his fingers clutching into the pillows of the couch as he stared down into the eyes of the predator staring coolly back up at him. Charn held himself there for a moment, savoring the achievement, then just as slowly withdrew. He felt the shift of pressure in his stomach, and his throat gurgled as air sluiced down along the bird's length, refilling the space that the shaft was vacating. From his mouth, the shaft emerged slick and glistening, trails of saliva connecting it to the tiger's lips. 

He pulled back, all the way back, his eyes nearly as wide as his lips had been, as all that smooth pink flesh was bared. Then, when just the tip was between his fangs, he licked his lips, the big tongue cleaning over the hard flesh, and descended again. This time, he was prepared, his throat having already mapped out what to expect, having already stretched itself in expectation. He bobbed smoothly and firmly all the way down, and then pulled back,establishing a rhythm. 

The wet sounds of vigorous fellatio filled the apartment, slurping, sucking, the occasional gag as Charn adjusted his angle. Iafri's claws dug into the couch cushions, his beak parting as pleasured sounds escaped him. The sight of the striped tiger bobbing enthusiastically between his legs, taking every inch with practiced determination, was almost too much to process.

Behind Iafri, out of sight of Charn, the apartment door opened with barely a whisper of sound. A large, heavy-gutted black and white falcon stepped inside, his keen eyes immediately taking in the scene, the naked secretary bird sprawled on the couch, a tiger's striped tail flicking back and forth in the air in front of him. Jax closed the door behind him with careful silence, a knowing expression settling over his sharp features as he observed his roommate's vigorous efforts. 

The secretary bird's hesitance had gradually shifted into confidence with each passing minute of worship, with each inch being expertly devoured by this eager feline. Watching the big predator fawning and bobbing, pleasuring his great spire, made the bird excited. His dick wasn't a nuisance or a hindrance or a calamity, it was beautiful, and it deserved to be worshipped! His talons flexed against the leather, and after bobbing his head nervously, he spoke.

"You're really into it, aren't you?" Iafri's voice was lower than usual, with more of a taunting quality, his long neck arching as he looked down at the tiger. "Such a cute little meat sucker. Look at you, tiger, choking on bird cock."

Charn's only response was to take the shaft deeper, his throat bulging obscenely as he demonstrated his commitment. His paws kneaded against Iafri's thighs, thick claws prickling dangerously between gray feathers, his yellow focused with an intensity that was entirely predatory despite his submissive position. Iafri trilled, the pleasure combining with the nervousness that came with having a delicate piece of yourself in the fangs of a carnivore.

"I'm going to flood you out," Iafri whispered, his voice growing breathier as pleasure built in his core. "I'm... I'm going to pump so much cum into your belly that you'll be sloshing when you walk. You're going to be so full of my seed that... that..."

As Iafri whispered sweet nothings to the feline between his knees, Jax moved quietly into his bedroom. He had slipped off his boots, and his socked, taloned feet kept him from distracting the two lovebirds. He'd seen Charn in action before, knew the particular hunger that drove his roommate, and the falcon's beak curved in something that might have been amusement or anticipation. Charn was scoring a big dinner tonight, and he didn't even offer to share. 

The bedroom door opened quietly, and Jax slipped into the darkened bedroom. He moved to his closet with purpose, pushing aside jackets and boxes until his talons closed around smooth wood. The bow was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship, recurved and powerful, designed for target practice but more than capable of... other uses. A quiver of arrows hung beside it, and Jax selected one with particular care, straight shaft, sharp broadhead tip, fletched with black feathers that matched his own plumage.

He returned to the door of his bedroom, which was perpendicular to the two males cavorting on the couch. The secretary bird could have seen him, but was too lost in pleasure to notice, his head thrown back against the couch, his wings spreading wide as he dropped the pretense of dominance and instead focused on enjoying the eager servicing he was receiving. Charn could have seen him, but wasn't looking, his eyes closed as he bobbed with eager vigor, apparently determined to bring his partner to climax through sheer enthusiasm.

Jax nocked the arrow with casual expertise. He'd done this before, not often, but enough that the motion was smooth and practiced. The bow came up, his keen eyes sighting along the shaft, calculating angle and trajectory. The target was obvious: that magnificent pink shaft where it emerged from Iafri's body, the junction between internal and external, where tendon and muscle anchored it to the secretary bird's anatomy.

Charn seemed to sense something shifting in Iafri's responses. The tiger's movements became more focused, more deliberate. He stopped dipping all the way down, and began to focus more and more on the sensitive end of Iafri's shaft. The bird's cock shifted, muscle contracting, making it wiggle like a snake as it jutted stiffly up from the slender avian's shaft. Charn pulled back until only the tip remained in his mouth, his lips working in circles around the tapered point, daring to roughly scour against the seeping tip with the rough barbs of his muscular tongue. He could feel the shaft pulsing with impending release, the tiger's tail flicking excitedly, head swimming with Iafri's promise of so much milk that he would slosh.

The pink flesh had darkened along the last half foot of bird dick, and even more so around the tip, taking on a deeper rose hue that spoke of blood straining to push into engorged tissue. Pre leaked in copious amounts now, no longer beading but flowing in a steady stream that coated Charn's tongue with its slightly sweet taste. The shaft itself had gone rigid, harder than it had been throughout the entire session, every inch of it steel-hard and straining.

Iafri gasped, his whole body going tense. "Oh fuck, tiger, I think I'm gonna... I'm getting close..."

Charn moved up to focus entirely on the tip, his lips sealing around the tapered point. Then his teeth came into play, not hard enough to hurt, just soft pressure, a gentle nibbling and chewing at that sensitive apex. It was the sort of stimulation that walked the line between pleasure and oversensitivity, that made nerves fire with confused intensity. If he was going to cut Iafri's balls off, he would be doing this to distract him. It guaranteed an explosive climax, every single time.

The secretary bird's back arched, his claws ripping into the leather cushions. The moment was there, hovering, inevitable, and then he was about to crash over it. "I'm cumming! I~"

Jax released the arrow.

The broadhead tip struck the base of Iafri's shaft with devastating momentum. The sharp edges penetrated into the pink flesh, punching through the surface and into the spongy tissue beneath. For a frozen instant, the arrow seemed to stick there, the head fully buried into the root of Iafri's cock, the tip not yet piercing through the other end.

Then momentum carried through. The arrow's force continued its trajectory, the tip burrowing through flesh that could not withstand the shearing impact. Muscle separated, tendon ruptured, and attachment points were torn through  with catastrophic effect. The entire magnificent length of cock tore free from Iafri's body, still impaled on the arrow's tip, whipped out of Charn's mouth with such violence the tiger's teeth clicked together.

The arrow completed its arc, thunking into the plaster of the far wall with a solid thwack, with the two-foot shaft of pink flesh wobbling obscenely in the air above it. The severed cock hung there, transfixed, the shaft still rigid with aborted climax, the tip still dark and leaking. The whole shaft shuddered, as if confused.

Time seemed suspended. Iafri sat frozen on the couch, his beak open in shock, his wings spread wide, his expectations of an imminent orgasm having been ripped entirely away from him. Charn knelt equally motionless, his mouth still forming the O it had been in while he had been sucking the shaft, his yellow eyes wide with confusion as he stared up at Iafri. 

Then both of them looked down.

Where twenty-four inches of impressive avian masculinity had been, there was now only a ragged stump. Perhaps two inches of pink flesh protruded from the cloacal opening, torn edges weeping clear fluid. And then, as if his body hadn't received the message that the primary equipment was no longer attached, the stump began to pulse.

"My ~DICK~!" Iafri cried out, in shock, "What did you DooOOoOOoO!"

Cum erupted from the bird's abbreviated shaft in thick, ropy strands, like a park fountain that had just been turned on. The heavy cream splattered across Iafri's white belly feathers, coating his chest, spattering onto the couch cushions around him. The secretary bird made a sound, high, confused, somewhere between a whine and a moan, as his body carried through with its programmed response despite the catastrophic injury to one of its primary components.

"I didn't do anything!" Charn's voice was sharp with panic, his paws innocently shooting up into the air as he jumped up and away from the bird, a rogue ribbon of cum dripping down from his right cheek. "I was just sucking you off, I swear! I thought you were about to cum!"

"Nnngh, where did it go?! Where is it?!" Iafri's whimpering groan grew louder as another pulse of cum shot from his ruined stump. His wings fluttered helplessly, his body shuddering through an orgasm that should have been triumphant but instead felt like a cruel mockery.

"Wow." Jax's voice cut through the moment, dripping with amusement. The falcon stepped into view, his bow still in hand. "Did you seriously just cum from your dick getting lopped off? That's pretty pathetic, bird boy."

Charn's head whipped around, confusion transforming rapidly into irritation as understanding dawned. "Jax! What the fuck are you doing?!"

The falcon shrugged, completely unconcerned by his roommate's anger. "What? Are you upset I beat you to the punch? Are you really that mad that I stole your kill? Pff."

Another spurt of cum painted Iafri's chest as the secretary bird continued his helpless, humiliating climax, his whines providing a pitiful soundtrack to the aftermath of Jax's intervention. Charn moved toward the wall retrieve the severed appendage that remained pinned in place like some grotesque trophy. His paw extended, grasping the big pink dick, only to yank it back, as if scalded. The severed cock was still moving. Not just the residual twitching of recently detached tissue, but actual squirming movements as if it retained some vestige of life independent from its former owner.

The tiger's striped face contorted with surprised awe. "It moved."

Jax snorted, setting his bow aside with casual disregard. "Amateur. Haven't you ever cut an avian dick off before?" He strode to the wall with confidence, grasping the arrow shaft just behind the broadhead. With a sharp yank, he pulled it free, and the drywall crumbled slightly around the impact point. The motion tore at the already damaged base of the dick, widening the wound where it had been ripped from Iafri's body. Clear fluid and traces of blood dripped from the ragged end. 

Jax held the severed cock up in both paws, examining it like a merchant appraising goods. The shaft was still impressive, even if it was detached from its owner, the smooth pink surface glistening with a combination of saliva, pre, and whatever lubricant it naturally produced. It continued to twitch and squirm in his grip, the muscles still responding to nerve impulses that no longer came from a brain.

"T-that's mine!" Iafri whimpered, reaching for the dick that was several feet out of reach. "Give it back!"

"Don't call me an amateur, asshole, YOU ruined my blowjob!" Charn's voice carried genuine irritation, his tail lashing behind him. "I was actually enjoying myself, for once, and you had to go and ruin it!"

"Oh, fine," Jax sighed, extending the severed dick toward him with an expression of mock innocence. "Here. You wanted to suck it, right? Go ahead. It's all yours."

Charn recoiled, his muzzle wrinkling. "I don't want it now, obviously! I was sucking it for the cum! I didn't want to EAT it!"

"I want it," Iafri whimpered from the couch, his voice weak and thready. His wings trembled, his white feathers matted with his own cum, the stump between his legs still drooling the last vestiges of his orgasm. He sounded embarrassed, asking politely for his own penis back from the two bigger males. "That's mine! P-please, give it back, I need it!"

"Yeah, we know that's your huge dick," Charn said, his brow furrowed. "That's really not what we're discussing right now. We're discussing me not sucking on it anymore."

"What?" Jax's shit-eating grin widened, his black and white feathers ruffling with amusement. "You were so eager half a minute ago. Just absolutely going to town on it." He made exaggerated bobbing motions with his head, mimicking fellatio. "Slurp, slurp, slurp, like a five dollar whore. So what changed? Why don't you want it anymore?" He waggled the dick through the air, fencing with the tiger with the massive genital.

"Because he came all over himself!" Charn slapped the dick away from himself, and then gestured at Iafri's cum-splattered chest. "All that cum is supposed to be in MY belly, and he spurted it all over himself instead! What would be the point of sucking it now, it's just meat now!" Charn crossed his arms, pouting. "I wanted the experience of sucking someone off.. not playing with severed body parts."

Iafri grabbed for his dick, but Jax turned away from him, circling around the couch as he did.

"Please stop calling my penis meat! Why did you shoot it?! That's so mean!"

Jax turned to face the secretary bird, his keen eyes traveling over Iafri's form with calculated assessment. "Oh, right. Well, call it a simple misunderstanding - no harm done." He gripped the dick by the base, keeping it out of Iafri's reach as he slapped the narrow end against his other palm. "But, oh yeah, hey, if it makes you feel better, you really were packing a huge dick, bird boy. At least two full feet of prime cock meat. You should have been proud of it." The past tense in his words was deliberate, emphasized. "I hope you appreciated it while you had it."

Charn's ears perked up, a cruel smile tugging at his muzzle. "Are you really trying to make him feel better by reminding him he just lost one of the biggest dicks any of us have ever seen?"

Iafri whimpered.

"Well, the biggest, outside of zebras," Jax added in, and Charn nodded.

"Yeah, obviously, outside of zebras," Charn agree. "The only silver lining to this, for him anyways, is that updating his GrindR profile after this will be easy. All he has to do is change the unit of measurement for dick length from feet to inches. The two is the same." He turned his attention to the arrow hole in the wall. "Also, you need to patch that up. We already lost our security deposit from the last apartment."

Iafri ruffled in feathers, humiliated, staring down at the leaking stub that used to be his cock with forlorn eyes. His dick, his beautiful dick!

"Yeah, yeah," Jax rolled his eyes, and then tried to hand the dick over to Charn. The tiger raised his hands and shook his head, so the falcon turned back to Iafri. "It's an easy enough fix, I just gotta.... uh..." He looked for somewhere to put the dick, his eyes settling on Iafri. "Here, uh... hold this." Jax's voice carried casual command as he moved back toward the couch. Before anyone could react, he grabbed Iafri's beak with one paw, forcing the yellow length to open wide. The secretary bird's eyes went wide with stunned bewilderment, but he was too shocked and weakened to properly resist.

Jax threaded the tapered tip of the severed cock into Iafri's open beak with disturbing dexterity. The smooth pink flesh slid over the bird's sleek tongue, the tip probing toward the back of the throat. Iafri gagged, his body trying to reject the intrusion, but Jax was practiced and determined. He fed inch after inch of the squirming shaft into the bird's mouth, pushing it deeper, watching it bulge the slender throat as it descended.

Twelve inches disappeared, faster than they had when Charn was doing it. Eighteen. The secretary bird's eyes watered, his wings flapping weakly in distress as he struggled to accommodate his own massive dick in his throat. The base finally rested against his beak, the torn end weeping fluid onto his tongue, and Jax released his grip with satisfaction. He stroked over Iafri's brow with a paw, smoothing down the tall feathers there. "Just be for a second, I just have to examine this."

Charn folded his arms across his chest, his expression petulant. "I wanted to try something normal for once. Just suck a guy off like a regular person. Have a nice, uncomplicated hookup."

"Blah blah blah," Jax said, as he crouched down by the arrow hole, inspecting it. "We both know that you were going to eat his dick as soon as he came."

Iafri whimpered, staring at Charn beseechingly, but Charn shook his head in disagreement. "Look, usually I do eat a dude's dick... well, usually his balls, but sometimes his dick too, but I really wasn't going to do that this time. I'm changed!" He then pointed a finger accusingly at Jax. "Until this dickhead decided, no, actually, I DO have to end up eating genitals!"

Charn circled around the couch, gesticulating.

"I can't even have ONE date where I can just suck a dick instead of eating it!" And then paused, and clapped Iafri on the back. "I'm sorry that your cock got cut off. Look, we'll... get you a pizza or something to make up for it. This is all just a misunderstanding."

The impact of the big tiger's paw on Iafri's back, just between his shoulder blades, jolted the bird  forward. His body's reflexive response was to cough, which made him want to expec the foreign object in his throat - but it couldn't - and instead triggered the bird's autonomous peristalsis reaction. The bird swallowed. His throat convulsed, muscles contracting in waves, and the huge dick began to slide deeper. Iafri's eyes went impossibly wide as he felt the impossible sensation of swallowing his own cock, the smooth shaft probing past his esophagus and into his stomach. He reached up to his mouth, trying to clutch at the slippery end of his dick, but it slipped just out of view and disappeared into his gullet.

The bulge traveled down his throat like a cartoon, visible through the white feathers of his neck and then his chest. There was twenty-four inches of dick, and it all had to go somewhere, and that somewhere had to be Iafri's stomach. The bird's gullet expanded to accommodate his shaft, the sleek tip slithering through the slimy muck before curling up along the other side, gradually coiling into a loose spiral inside the cramped space like a snake seeking warmth. 

"What are you doing...?" Charn asked, watching as Iafri gagged and gulped, trying not to swallow his dick but helpless to prevent his body's instincts. 

Jax burst into laughter, the sound sharp and mocking. "Holy shit! Charn, he just ate his own dick!"

Charn's irritation dissolved into bemusement, a chuckle escaping his muzzle. "Wait, seriously? Dude, I.. I told you I wasn't going to eat it... you didn't have to like, bogart your cock or anything..."

Jax continued to laugh, shaking his head at the ludicrousness of it all. "That's...pretty fucking funny, right? Two feet of dick... just gone. Gulp! Down the hatch."

Iafri sat frozen, his paws moving to his distended stomach, feeling the impossible mass of his own severed cock curled up inside him. The stump between his legs had finally stopped dripping, the wound feeling raw and burning. His beak opened and closed soundlessly, unable to form words, unable to process what had just happened.

"Can you feel it in there?" Jax leaned closer, his voice carrying morbid curiosity. "Does it still feel attached? Because technically it's still part of you, right? It's just, you know, a different part of you! But hey, when you digest it, it'll be part of all of you! That's cool, right? Right, buddy?"

"Dude, stop being an ass. He doesn't look like he wanted to eat it." Charn moved toward the door, his earlier irritation fading into resignation. "Come on, bird boy. Time to go. Fun's over."

Iafri stood on unsteady legs, his long digitigrade limbs trembling as he rose from the couch. The movement caused a fresh drool of cum to leak from the abbreviated stump between his legs, the clear fluid mixing with the mess already coating his inner thighs. His stomach bulged noticeably now, distended with the mass of his own cock curled inside it, and his paws pressed against the firm swell as if trying to confirm the reality of what had just happened.

Charn moved to the door, opening it and gesturing for Iafri to follow. The secretary bird stumbled forward, his movements mechanical, shock still written across every line of his body. He crossed the threshold, and the night air hit his naked, cum-splattered form.

"Again... sorry about the, uh, botched hookup," Charn said, his tone carrying a perfunctory apology that lacked any real regret. "I really did want to just suck you off. That was the whole plan. Nice and simple." He pointed down the street, where streetlights created pools of yellow illumination in the darkness. "Hospital's that way. About six blocks. They'll fix you right up."

Iafri's beak opened, closed. Some distant part of his brain registered that he was forgetting something, but the sensation of having twenty-four inches of his own dick coiled in his stomach overwhelmed any other possible concern. His paws remained pressed against the bulge, feeling the impossible weight of it.

Then self-preservation kicked in. The pain from his groin, muted by shock until this moment, suddenly blazed into sharp awareness. Iafri took off running, his long legs carrying him in an awkward, loping gait down the sidewalk. His tail streamed behind him, his wings tucked tight against his body, every step sending jolts of agony through the wound where his pride had been attached just minutes before. The weight in his stomach shifted with each stride, the severed cock sliding and pressing against his organs in ways that made him want to vomit.

Charn watched until the naked, white-feathered figure disappeared around a corner, then closed and locked the door. He turned back and walked towards the couch, bending down to pick up the discarded skirt, the fishnet crop top. The bird was probably going to realize that he wasn't wearing anything about halfway to the hospital, but the neighborhood between here and there wasn't too bad. He'd be fine, probably.

Charn's muddied yellow eyes settling on the green corduroy couch. The once-pristine furniture was now thoroughly splattered with cum, scratched by desperate claws, the cushions bearing the evidence of the evening's events in ways that no amount of cleaning would fully erase.

Jax stood near the wall, examining the hole where his arrow had impacted. The heavy-set falcon poked at the crumbling drywall with one talon, assessing the damage with the air of someone already calculating repair costs.

"Hey look, I'm sorry for ruining your hookup," Jax said, though his tone carried no real contrition. He turned to face his roommate, his sharp features arranging themselves into an expression of conciliatory offering. "If you want, I could... you know." He sighed, as if offering some great sacrifice, something that he knew Charn had been hoping for for a long time. "I'll let you suck me off instead. You know, to make up for it."

Charn's lip curled, his gaze dropping pointedly to the falcon's groin. "You'd let me suck your dick? Are you serious right now?" The tiger's voice dripped with disdain. "That would hardly be a consolation prize, Jax. Nibbling on a shrimp like that after what I just had in my mouth? I might as well try to floss with it. No thanks."

The falcon's feathers ruffled slightly at the insult, but he maintained his casual demeanor. "Harsh. But fair." He moved away from the wall, stretching his wings. "Look, I know I fucked up your evening. What do you really want from me?"

"You owe me big," Charn stated flatly, his arms folding across his chest. "That was supposed to be a normal hookup. Just plain, simple oral sex. And you turned it into... that." He gestured at the ruined couch, the arrow on the floor, the general aftermath of violence.

Jax's beak curved in what might have been a smirk. "Fine. I'll bring you another cock. Problem solved."

"Not good enough. I don't want cock, I want cum." Charn's gray eyes narrowed, calculating. "You're going to invite your boyfriend over. Tonight. And I'm going to suck him off... while you watch."

The falcon's posture stiffened. "Brad's not my boyfriend. He's just a hookup. Regular fuck buddy. There's a difference."

"I don't care what you call him," Charn pressed, taking a step closer. "You're going to text him right now and get him over here. Because either you invite him and I get to worship that big black hawk dick of his while you watch from the cuck chair," he said, pointing the cum sucked cushion of the couch, "...or..." He paused, letting the threat hang in the air. "Or I'm going to pay Brad a visit on my own. Maybe catch him while he's sleeping. And I'll eat that impressive cock right off of him. He won't even wake him up until it's already gone, and I'll leave a note saying that you said I could."

Jax's feathers puffed slightly, an involuntary response. His breathing had quickened, and despite his attempt at maintaining indifference, there was a visible stirring in his groin. The image Charn painted, Brad vulnerable, that magnificent endowment being harvested without permission, triggered something in the falcon that he couldn't quite hide.

"That's fucked up," Jax said, but his voice lacked conviction.

"So is shooting arrows through my date's dick," Charn countered. "Call it even. Text Brad. Get him over here. Let me have a nice, normal blowjob experience with a guy who actually keeps his cock on the outside of his body. Or I go hunting, and Brad wakes up with a stump like our feathered friend who just ran off into the night."

Jax stared at his roommate for a long moment, his sharp eyes reading the seriousness in Charn's expression. The tiger wasn't bluffing, they'd known each other long enough for Jax to recognize when Charn had made up his mind. The falcon's talon moved to his pocket, extracting his phone with movements that seemed almost reluctant.

"Fine," Jax said quietly, his arousal now obvious despite his attempt at irritation. "I'll text him. But you're explaining why my roommate needs to suck his dick."

Charn's expression softened into something that might have been satisfaction. "Deal. And Jax?" He gestured to the arrow and the wall. "Fix that hole before Brad gets here. I want at least one thing about tonight to look normal."

The falcon nodded, already composing a message on his phone, his feathers still slightly puffed as conflicting emotions played across his sharp features. Outside, somewhere in the distance, a secretary bird ran through a pleasant, quiet neighborhood, buck naked, with his severed cock curled in his stomach. The hospital was actually six blocks in the other direction, but Iafri didn't know that. He was running straight towards the busiest part of town. Hopefully someone there would see a pretty bird with no dick and know what to do to help him.