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Black Mesa Research Facility
Black Mesa, New Mexico
Sector F “Maintenance” Office: Berdly
Subject:
Berdly
Male, 27
Position:
Electrical Engineer
Date:
July 2nd 20xx, 2:30 PM
In The Closet
Science Team… that was my technical classification. I had the lab coat, my ID said it. But there was very little actual science or engineering I did. The bulk of my actual design work was back in weapons development.
But after finishing The ARC, was quickly moved back. Back to the day to day. Sitting in this little office space, waiting. Either for an actual assignment, or for the odd job here and there.
That’s the usual anymore, someone calls me down to fix a lightbulb, or figure out what the hells going on with a coffee machine… I think it’s connection, the eggheads don’t really connect with the actual maintenance workers, so some guy “on their team” makes things run smoother… I guess.
Thank god my knight in Kevlar armour came knocking at my door.
It was a bit of a startle, caused me to jolt awake. Hours of sitting at a computer gets you tired. I got up from my chair and opened the door to my small corner of the facility.
That beautiful Jack ass and their stupid smile, their arm leaning on the door way.
“Berdly! You and I need to go on a little walk, official business…”
Their wink makes it real apparent what they’re here for. But I don’t have anything going on, and I must admit, been feeling a little hungry…
So I play along, I stand tall, arms crossed.
“This about those files I stuffed away?”
Their chuckle plays around my ears, they pat the pocket holding their cuffs.
“Oh some corporate espionage? Might have to lock you up.”
The get off the doorway and step in, grin wide, their hand meets my shoulder, leaning in they whisper.
“Interrogation might be in order…”
Kris loved these little plays, the sort of power dynamic each story makes. I didn’t mind to much, but I didn’t feel like being in cuffs today.
I chuckle against their neck, my hand to their waist, pulling them closer, damn vest.
“Now Officer… I’m sure there’s a way out of this?”
Their hands grope at my shoulders, they make a sort of purr into my neck, pressing into the feathers.
“I can think of a way.”
Damn, this bastard… always knows how to get me in the mood. But not here. Thin walls, too many coworkers.
“Sorry Kris.”
I pull back, giving them a soft poke on the chest. They look a tad disappointed.
“We got to take this party elsewhere.”
The smiles back, they point over their shoulder.
“I know a place.”
They turn without waiting for my answer, they know I’ll follow, and I do. I always will.
I walk along their side, speech comes with a hushed tone, like a witch at night.
“Alright Kris, dropping the act. What are we feeling?”
They roll their jaw in thought, eyes wandering the halls.
“Whatever you want blue bird, it’s been a while since we’ve been able to do this.”
That’s true, too much damn work for all of us. Ludo on Kris’s ass. Noelle swamped down with work orders. Me getting deployed to ever corner of this decrepit facility. We’ve all been feeling that itch.
“Let’s keep it simple, I’ve been a tad hungry… how about a lunch break?”
Kris nods with a laugh, a tiny blush on their cheeks.
“Yeah we can do that, I’ll make sure you’re full.”
Damn… wish I could blush… I mean, I can. It’s just not noticeable under the feathers… there’s other signs I show that take the place of that though, like my feathers getting a little fluffy, I was looking pretty ruffled at the moment.
“Good, so where’s this place at anyways?”
Kris clicks their tongue, pointing at a door down the hall. A janitors closet, bit public for my taste. They’re lucky I’ve gone so long without.
“Romantic.”
Kris laughs as we stop, their elbow ready to push the door open.
“Come on now blue bird, this is just a quick in and out, pure pleasure. We can leave romance to the dorm.”
They hold their hand out, I take it with a smile. Then I’m yanked in as we stumble through the door.
The smell of chemicals and coffee is hard, but faint. The burn isn’t a turn off, evidently not for them either by the way they turn me around to wall, boot closing the door behind them.
The concrete to my back is uncomfortable, cold. But their hands on my chest are the opposite, softly grabbing at my shirt, pressing into my plumage. I love how their eyes look, when they stare my body down like this, a beautiful hunger behind that crimson red.
“Sorry Kris… feathers are off limits, Mabye later?”
They chuckle and roll their eyes. They lean into me and sigh.
“You and the dress code, can’t even mess up that ridiculous tie of yours.”
I slowly move my position, swapping my role with them. They don’t question when the concrete lays flat to their back.
“I’m a man of appearance Kris, can’t just go missing and come back with crooked clothes and ruffled feathers.”
My hands meet their hip. I have to admit, the uniform does get in the way. I sort of shiver when their fingers mingle along the back of my head.
“We’ll see when this is over, think there’s enough time for a double serving?”
It’s enticing, just imagining it gets me harder, speaking of which… damn, Kris makes these mall cop pants look good.
“Sorry dear, I’m sure someone will need my official services. Definitely time for you though.”
They let out a low whistle, patting my head.
“Well if we need to rush, then you should get to it, wink wink.”
Dork, but it works. Too fucking old to get on my knees like this anymore but it’s very much worth it. The face to face is somthing. Things seem so much bigger when they’re right in front of you.
I feel them rubbing my head, a nice scratching, it adds to things. My fourth favourite part of this little play was before the action really began, I rested my cheek along the bulge, their always so warm. Mmm.
“You alright there little bird?”
I look up at them, chin resting on their body.
“You know how this works Kris.”
The smile down at me, another laugh.
“And you wanted to rush this along… I don’t mind either way. It’s cute how into this you get.”
That I do, Kris, Noelle. I always like taking time, it’s not exactly a checklist… just a subconscious thing. The two like it though. And that makes it better for me.
My hand raps along their hip, traveling to their belt buckle. I tap it a few times. I don’t know how the damn thing works, but I won’t say it.
“Get it off.”
Kris hums, I watch closely as their fingers click certain parts in, then the equipment comes off, belt and holster hit the floor, I make a sound I don’t even recognize as myself, some sort of low rumble leaves my throat as my hand rubs at the layers keeping us apart.
Their staring against, biting at their lip, waiting, watching. I’m not one for teasing. My fingers are trained by this point. The pop of their pants button, the zip of the tiny metal teeth. Each sound is a little treat of its own.
The sight left before me, something weighs against their boxers, something I need.
“Say uh, through the fly or-“
Can’t finish the question, they handle it themselves. One quick motion, their left hand hooks the band of their boxers and lowers them, just enough for my prize to hang in front of me, the tip nearly hits my beak. It’s been too long.
Ah… god, it’s embarrassing, the effect they have on me. my mouth is watering for angels sake. But not yet, start with the hands, always the hands. I’m feather soft after all.
A good handful, plenty extra. It was quite a surprise our first time, how similar we were size wise. Shapes a bit different though. I still remember that night at their house…
Soft scratches and rubs along the back of my head, pressing into my feathers. Their quiet breaths as I do this dance. So many years, and yet so little changes.
No fur, or scales, no strange texture. Just their soft skin, rolling as I guide my hand. It’s so interesting the differences between humans and monsters.
Warm, is the best way to describe it. Warm, solid, weighty, and… ever enticing.
“H-hey, Berdly. I’m off this Wednesday. Want t-to watch a movie?”
Small talk is a great part of this, but I can’t exactly remember my shifts right now, something more important is taking my focus.
“Uh… I’ll… check.”
Their chuckle makes me smile, they take an especially long exhale as focus more near the tip. They relax into the wall, fingers giving an almost massage to my head.
Now’s about time for the next stage. When we first did this it was quite the discussion on how my beak would work with their body. Turns out it works pretty well.
I keep my hand near their base, tongue taking the place by the tip. Such a unique taste, no where else would I find a sensation quite like it.
I love the way a groan leaves their lips at contact. I love the way their body moves on its own in reaction. But this isn’t even the best part.
My second favourite part, when I really get to feel them. The dance is getting complicated, I take them happily. The feeling of them in my mouth, slowly taking more space, taste all over my tongue, so hot and hard.
Their hums and whispers shake my very body, I bottom out, the tip of my beak pressing into their groin. A great feeling to be filled. Sufficient saliva covers them now, which means I can up the tempo. Really get going.
Noelle, Kris. It’s not different when I get into things, my mind sort of blanks. Just focusing on this, and this alone. Doing what I know makes them feel like they deserve to feel.
I don’t know how long it was, I don’t remember their words to me. I remember their volume though, they started getting louder, both hands were now on my head, guiding me along, faster, harder.
Kris was always the rougher one, it went both ways. I push, they push. No matter the position or set up. They liked to see the more… animalistic? Side of me.
Noelle was different, we were softer to eachother, it was the words feelings of the moment that mattered there.
But they both cared the same, even if their ways to show it differed, sometimes they liked to mix it up, but I had a general game plan every time. And was more than glad to make changes, if it made them happy.
They were losing themselves, moving me to their own will. In, out, in, out… breath is hard, back of my throat is hit again and again. They warn me through a groan, here comes my favourite part.
I take back control, leaving space in my mouth. The first twitch comes, shooting hot into my throat. Don’t choke now. The second is less intense, the third spills into my mouth.
I can only savor it for so long before I have to swallow, don’t want to make a mess after all.
Their hands have fallen the wayside now, they breath softly, looking down at me, a weak smile across their face.
I pull off, the connecting saliva and cum is wiped away, I breath clearly, so very satisfied.
We stay that way for a moment, the quiet of rest lingers as I stand and stretch. We look at each other with warm smiles.
Soon we’re adjusting our clothes, getting presentable. Small talk and chuckles as we fumble around, weak limbed.
“Too bad I didn’t get to return the favor, I’ll see if I can stop by the dorm soon okay?”
I was still hard, could feel some pre. I nod, my arm going over their shoulder, I lead us out of the closet. The soft light of the hall is a tad glaring, I don’t notice anyone in the hall either, that’d be a nightmare if someone came by. Should have thought harder about this, but oh well.
“So Berdly, what’d you think of Mabye making these check ins a possibility.”
This bastard, my lovely little bastard. I laugh by their side,
“While that was fun… i'd rather not run the risk of another HR visit”
They shrug, hand on my waist as we walk back to my office.
“Worth a try.”