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“Owl’s Nest” by Harry [18+]
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John the mouse finds the courage to talk to an owl girl at a party and she invites him up to her room
Today’s story is “Owl’s Nest” by Harry, who writes and publishes under a few different names, but you can find most of his stories on SoFurry.
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Transcript
Today I'm reading an adult story for mature listeners.
Speaker:If that's not your cup of tea,
Speaker:or if there are youngsters listening,
Speaker:you can skip this one
Speaker:and I'll have a new story for you next time.
Speaker:You’re listening to The Voice of Dog.
Speaker:I’m Khaki, your faithful fireside companion,
Speaker:and Today’s story is
Speaker:“Owl’s Nest” by Harry,
Speaker:who writes and publishes under a few different names,
Speaker:but you can find most of his stories on SoFurry.
Speaker:Please enjoy “Owl’s Nest”
Speaker:by Harry I was loitering by the keg holding a plastic cup of nameless beer when I spotted her.
Speaker:I didn't know her name then,
Speaker:but I had seen her before--
Speaker:she was in my sociology class. Her and about 200 other people, I guess,
Speaker:but she was someone you noticed.
Speaker:Avians aren't all that rare as a group,
Speaker:but you don't see many owls.
Speaker:And she was the sort with those feather tufts, you know?
Speaker:Look sort of like pricked-up ears or horns.
Speaker:Her face was a dark-edged mask of white feathers,
Speaker:drawing all the attention to her eyes.
Speaker:Not that they needed the help.
Speaker:Her irises burned a vibrant
Speaker:yellow-orange, like the flesh of a ripe nectarine.
Speaker:And so, so perfectly round.
Speaker:The way her brows came down in a wide 'V'
Speaker:made her look a little serious,
Speaker:even stern, but I'd seen her laugh, across the lecture hall.
Speaker:I figured she'd never noticed me.
Speaker:Millions of grey mice around.
Speaker:She was in the kitchen,
Speaker:sipping something purple-red out of an actual glass with a straw that she held with her slender black beak.
Speaker:I looked around the room for Kevin,
Speaker:who had dragged me to this just-off-campus house party in the first place.
Speaker:I had been itching to leave until I saw her,
Speaker:having only a mild buzz and no real dedication to improve it using more of the
Speaker:lackluster (but free) swill in the keg.
Speaker:Her drink looked more promising,
Speaker:and it offered me a chance to talk to her for once, instead of watching and wishing.
Speaker:Normally I wouldn't have the balls.
Speaker:But it was late, I could still split if I struck out,
Speaker:and the buzz probably helped.
Speaker:When would I get another chance, right?
Speaker:I picked my way through the crowded room
Speaker:holding my cup at ear-height, which as a mouse isn't all that high.
Speaker:Made it to the kitchen without spilling it on anyone.
Speaker:She swiveled her head in my direction in that spooky way only an owl
Speaker:can and I gave her what I hoped was a winning whiskery rodent smile.
Speaker:She blinked, but didn't say anything.
Speaker:So I said, "Uh, so, that looks a hundred times better than this, uhm...
Speaker:fine artisan um, 'lager'.
Speaker:Where'd you get it?" She tittered a laugh, the short downy white feathers on her throat fluttering. "Private stash,"
Speaker:she said, in an exotic accent that I couldn't quite place.
Speaker:South Asian? I didn't know from owls, so it could be anything, and I wasn't about to ask her hey, so what kind of owl are you?
Speaker:Instead I asked about her drink.
Speaker:"What is it?" "Sangria,"
Speaker:she said, taking another sip through her straw.
Speaker:I brought my cup to my lips, but the smell of the now-warm beer made me wrinkle up my muzzle.
Speaker:I said, "I don't suppose you'd share some from your stash?
Speaker:I've had enough of this...
Speaker:stuff," and set the cup down on the counter.
Speaker:She looked at me,
Speaker:and I mean looked.
Speaker:It was unnerving.
Speaker:Especially for a mouse.
Speaker:Which sounds all primitive and whatever, but I couldn't help it.
Speaker:She was taller than me and those eyes were just short of
Speaker:hypnotic. My tail twitched
Speaker:and I felt an urge to bolt.
Speaker:I wondered if she only blinked like once every ten minutes or something.
Speaker:Finally she said,
Speaker:"All right, you can come with me,"
Speaker:in that lilting sing-song voice.
Speaker:"Where we going?" I asked,
Speaker:trying to keep my voice even
Speaker:as she crossed the kitchen towards a rear doorway.
Speaker:"Upstairs. The bottle is in my refrigerator."
Speaker:"You mean you live here?"
Speaker:She didn't look back, so I followed her out into a back hallway,
Speaker:watching the long brown-banded feathers that draped from the backs of her arms flutter.
Speaker:The loose yellow tank top she wore hid most of the ones that covered her back.
Speaker:We climbed up some creaky narrow wooden stairs.
Speaker:She explained, "Yes.
Speaker:We rent this house.
Speaker:I have my own room."
Speaker:"A single? I'm already jealous.
Speaker:I mean, Kevin is an ok guy,
Speaker:but I miss privacy," I babbled.
Speaker:We walked down a short dark hallway,
Speaker:and she opened one of the doors and flicked on the light as she passed within.
Speaker:I followed. She said,
Speaker:"Here is my room. Isn't it good?"
Speaker:Compared to my almost literal rat's nest it was tidy and spartan.
Speaker:It was paneled in some kind of light
Speaker:knotty wood, with a similar floor.
Speaker:Creaky in spots like the stairs.
Speaker:I saw bookcases, a TV,
Speaker:and the dorm fridge that must hold the promised booze stash.
Speaker:That all kind of took a back seat to the big fireplace taking up one entire wall, though.
Speaker:I perked my ears in surprise and said,
Speaker:"You get your own fireplace?
Speaker:Damn!" She giggled again.
Speaker:"Three rooms have them.
Speaker:It is an old house. Please,
Speaker:sit anywhere." I looked around, and besides the bed there didn't seem to be anyplace to sit.
Speaker:I was hoping what any young male hopes when he's invited into a girl's room,
Speaker:but I figured that going straight for the bed would make a bad first impression,
Speaker:and I did not want to screw this up.
Speaker:So I picked one of the neat oriental rugs decorating the floor
Speaker:and sat, cross-legged.
Speaker:She was busy finding me a glass since I had abandoned my beer cup in the kitchen.
Speaker:I piped up, "Oh, uh,
Speaker:I'm John. I think we have
Speaker:SOCI 201 together."
Speaker:She leaned over her bed to fetch a coffee mug from the windowsill,
Speaker:fanning her tailfeathers at me in the process.
Speaker:I had to drag my eyes back up to her face when she turned back around.
Speaker:She passed in front of me,
Speaker:then left the room,
Speaker:and I could hear water running down the hall.
Speaker:I gave my face a quick rodent rubwash and waited.
Speaker:"Sorry I have no other glass,"
Speaker:she lamented upon her return.
Speaker:"Absolutely no problem,
Speaker:uhm... What uh, what should...
Speaker:should..." I stammered. "I am Tara,"
Speaker:she helpfully answered,
Speaker:then opened her short fridge and took out a nice big jug of pre-mixed sangria.
Speaker:She poured some into the coffee mug and handed it to me,
Speaker:and I took it with both paws.
Speaker:She sat on the next rug over and crossed her legs too.
Speaker:I finally noticed she didn't wear shoes,
Speaker:as her feet were a bit like talons.
Speaker:Long and scaled and sporting impressive claws at the tips of the toes.
Speaker:Those I could easily avoid staring at.
Speaker:I raised my mug and said,
Speaker:"Thank you, Tara," before drinking.
Speaker:Much, much better than the beer.
Speaker:It was sweet and fruity
Speaker:and warm like wine going down even though it was chilled.
Speaker:I licked my mouth and whiskers
Speaker:and she drank some of hers.
Speaker:She asked, "How did you hear about our party?" "Well,
Speaker:my room-mate Kevin brought me along.
Speaker:I'm not sure who he knows here. Could be a friend-of-a-friend thing, even.
Speaker:I didn't really know a lot of people downstairs."
Speaker:"I have not seen you here before, no."
Speaker:"I feel very welcome though, so thank you again."
Speaker:She lapsed into silence and I began to feel awkward,
Speaker:just looking around her sparse room and drinking her wine.
Speaker:But there are standard questions any undergrad can fall back on to keep a conversation going, and I used them.
Speaker:"What are you majoring in?"
Speaker:I asked. "I wish to study medicine,"
Speaker:she answered. "Oh, pre-med. Cool.
Speaker:I'm uh, still sort of undecided.
Speaker:Probably end up in managerial english poli-sci history studies.
Speaker:Or art. Heh." "Oh, do you paint pictures, John?"
Speaker:"If I drink enough of this sangria, maybe."
Speaker:That got a laugh from her and I grinned.
Speaker:She asked where I was from,
Speaker:and I asked her the same.
Speaker:I was a local, she was most definitely not.
Speaker:My south Asian guess had been accurate.
Speaker:We compared classes,
Speaker:spoke spitefully of professors we had both endured.
Speaker:She complained of not being able to find any food near the university that was even close to what her family made back home.
Speaker:Her housemates didn't appreciate her attempts to cook in that style herself.
Speaker:We both complained about the on-campus cafeteria.
Speaker:We polished off the bottle of sangria.
Speaker:As the night grew later
Speaker:I ended up lying on my back with my knees bent staring at her ceiling as we talked.
Speaker:The dull beat of the music downstairs had ceased at some point,
Speaker:and the house had been quiet for a good while.
Speaker:I turned my head
Speaker:and noticed she was no longer sitting on her rug.
Speaker:She had got up without making a sound
Speaker:and moved to sit on the edge of her mattress.
Speaker:I glanced at the clock on her night stand.
Speaker:It was a little after 2AM.
Speaker:I looked up and back at her wide orange eyes
Speaker:and she said, "It's time for bed."
Speaker:The wine had made me feel warm and a bit fuzzy,
Speaker:but even if I had been sober,
Speaker:I don't think I would have known for sure if that was an invitation or a dismissal.
Speaker:I sat up, too fast.
Speaker:She noticed me wavering and offered one of her hands.
Speaker:I stared at her beautiful arm-feathers
Speaker:and she made a chirping cluck sound and said,
Speaker:"Poor mouse John, come here."
Speaker:I took her hand and she pulled me up.
Speaker:I staggered, then sat down next to her on her bed.
Speaker:I mumbled an apology.
Speaker:She surprised me by preening my ear gently with her beak,
Speaker:then wrapping her wing-like arm around my shoulders.
Speaker:The touch of her sharp beak sent
Speaker:shivery tingles along my ears and down my spine-
Speaker:I knew she could notch my ear easily.
Speaker:But she didn't. It was so easy to just lean over against her.
Speaker:Her feathers were warm and soft,
Speaker:though I could still feel the stiff cores that gave the large ones their shape.
Speaker:Her chest ruff was mostly soft down.
Speaker:She had lost the tank top--
Speaker:I don't know when that happened.
Speaker:I nuzzled at her chest with my whiskers and nose,
Speaker:making her giggle-chirp once again.
Speaker:She wasn't like a mammal--
Speaker:no breasts. But I didn't mind at all.
Speaker:She had barely any scent of her own--
Speaker:mostly I smelled the wood of the walls
Speaker:and floor and the little stack of firewood on the brick hearth.
Speaker:She lifted her head and told me to lie down
Speaker:and I got myself nice and comfy,
Speaker:not knowing what to expect.
Speaker:She climbed over me,
Speaker:straddling my legs,
Speaker:then spread her arms and feathers and covered me up while looking down.
Speaker:I reached up to stroke her chest and stomach
Speaker:and she gave a trilling sort of coo at that.
Speaker:Encouraged, I did it again,
Speaker:and strayed lower,
Speaker:to where her jeans still covered her.
Speaker:I stretched my paws out to hold her hips,
Speaker:pulling her closer until I could rub her bottom.
Speaker:She cuddled against me while I massaged her,
Speaker:feeling her tailfeathers twitch
Speaker:where they sprouted just above the denim.
Speaker:She was back nibble-preening my ear again.
Speaker:I was growing stiff from the heat and friction,
Speaker:despite the alcohol,
Speaker:and I knew she could feel it.
Speaker:She pushed herself up once more,
Speaker:looking at me with her beak open in an
Speaker:avian sort of grin.
Speaker:She looked down and unbuttoned my jeans,
Speaker:then slid the zipper down.
Speaker:Then she hopped to the floor
Speaker:as I raised my head to watch.
Speaker:She undid her own jeans and pushed them to the floor.
Speaker:I made sure I rid myself completely of mine before she had to wait on me--
Speaker:it seemed she was done playing around.
Speaker:My aching mousehood stood up from my groin as I lay there,
Speaker:still wearing my stupid band t-shirt.
Speaker:She didn't care about the shirt.
Speaker:I watched her climb back onto the bed and onto me,
Speaker:and I caught a glimpse between her thighs.
Speaker:Avians are a little different, and I had never seen one up close and naked before.
Speaker:Before I could get a better look she was pressing her unseen mysteries against the root of my dick,
Speaker:which was anything but enigmatic.
Speaker:She felt hot and slippery,
Speaker:and that was plenty familiar enough for me.
Speaker:With her hands supporting her weight on the bed on either side of my shoulders
Speaker:she rocked back and forth slowly,
Speaker:coating me with her warmth and making a low hooooooo.
Speaker:hooooooo... sound with each exhale.
Speaker:Without a word she paused
Speaker:and lifted up slightly,
Speaker:catching my tip and easing herself down onto me.
Speaker:I gasped. She warbled.
Speaker:She let me get used to her inner heat for a moment,
Speaker:then she took the lead.
Speaker:She moved in smooth silence except for occasional chirping sounds,
Speaker:her eyes closed for now.
Speaker:I met her with slow
Speaker:but eager thrusts of my own,
Speaker:but when I got too rambunctious she would press me down into her bed
Speaker:and hold me there for a moment.
Speaker:Unable to control the pace,
Speaker:I was at her mercy.
Speaker:When she sped up I began to squeak quietly,
Speaker:as it brought me far closer to the edge than I wanted.
Speaker:Even tipsy I could feel the insistent burn of an orgasm that wanted to escape.
Speaker:"Tara," I gasped, then swallowed, trying to warn her.
Speaker:She stopped her rhythm and pressed down,
Speaker:holding me deep inside her.
Speaker:She panted with her beak open,
Speaker:saying nothing. "Close,"
Speaker:I whispered. She nipped my ear
Speaker:and gyrated her hips against mine.
Speaker:I whimpered. After a minute or so of that she resumed sliding up and down my shaft,
Speaker:punctuating each downstroke with a firm grind.
Speaker:I could feel her getting tighter,
Speaker:and her tailfeathers began to flare out behind her like a striped fan.
Speaker:I moaned her name again and this time she didn't pause for me.
Speaker:She meant to have me,
Speaker:and I stopped trying to resist.
Speaker:The burning urgency deep in my groin erupted before I knew it was happening,
Speaker:my copious rodent seed spurting into her.
Speaker:She could no doubt feel me pulsing,
Speaker:but she kept up her unsteady humping until she, too, found her own shuddering peak.
Speaker:It grew painful for me as mine ebbed away
Speaker:but I couldn't very well stop her.
Speaker:I was grateful when she finally lay atop me,
Speaker:panting and hot, recovering.
Speaker:I reached under her armfeathers and stroked her back, only half-conscious.
Speaker:I let my eyes close.
Speaker:Enjoyed the heavy bliss of relief.
Speaker:As I was falling fully asleep,
Speaker:she suddenly laughed.
Speaker:"I work in the morning,"
Speaker:she said. I opened my eyes a crack,
Speaker:trying to interpret what she meant.
Speaker:I was dead tired, even though she had done most of the work.
Speaker:But I figured she wanted me gone.
Speaker:Didn't want to deal with me in the morning.
Speaker:I said, "I don't. Do you uh...
Speaker:need me to go? I can go sleep downstairs on a couch or in the bathtub or..."
Speaker:"Stay," she said, and I did.
Speaker:She was gone when I woke up.
Speaker:This was “Owl’s Nest” by Harry,
Speaker:read for you by Khaki,
Speaker:your faithful fireside companion.
Speaker:You can find more stories on the web at thevoice.dog,
Speaker:or find the show wherever you get your podcasts.
Speaker:Thank you for listening
Speaker:to The Voice of Dog.
