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 "A Bird's Experience"
(C) Copyright 2001. InternetBard
All Rights Reserved.
All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden.

VERSION 1.3

 story code: (ScFi FF M-desc best? nc? bd)

Disclaimer: 
This is a work of fiction.  Any resemblance to
anything real is completely and absolutely
unintentional.   If you are under the legal age of the
place you reside, like 18, then do not continue to
read this story.  If you do not desire to read a story
that to a certain and  limited degree includes
descriptions of naked people then please stop reading
here.  

I hereby grant permission only for private use.  

Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged
(especially as this is the third story that I have
written; FYI the first one has never been posted, is
rather long, contains actual scenes of 
sex, and might never get posted due to its nature -
i.e. a heavy modification of someone else's 
story; FYI2 - actually 3rd "erotic" story - have
written previous versions of this one, plus roughly 20
other  non-erotic stories).  



NOTE: 
For those noticing that this is version 1.3, and
wonder about the low level of sexual situations, then
be warned that this is the first version to contain
anything remotely similar to erotic work.
What codes do you think should apply?


"A Bird's Experience"
6/8/96; modified March 20, 2000; 
further modified June 16, 2001
           by InternetBard

	A thin feeler slowly extends from a small "cave" in
the sand.  The thin orange twig-like limb twitches
around outside of the opening, searching, suddenly a
small sand-crab bursts forth.  The crab hurriedly
scuttles across the sand, leaving its distinctive
little track.  Another more desirable "cave" is
spotted and the crab hurries inside.  A wave sweeps
out from the vast blue ocean building and pushing sand
before it, suddenly it flows over and past the crab's
new hole.  A jellyfish rotting in the sun and a huge
piece of encrusted driftwood are grabbed by the wave
and drawn back into the sea.  


	He ignores all of this and peers at the sand,
searching . . . searching for something.  Suddenly a
large roar is heard and a strange object drives
through the sand, causing sand to pelt him and cover
the newly exposed crab hole.  Startled he takes flight
and glides up on a updraft.  He gazes at the
disturbance and notes that whatever it was has already
hurried away, leaving a deep dent in the beach.  A
large flimsy object suddenly sails past and he gets
tangled in the line.  He plummets to the earth as his
wings are wrapped up in the line and flimsy object. 
The grasping  ocean reaches up towards him.  The coral
is speedily approaching . . . when he finally works
himself loose and glides onto the water.  He glides
for a while until he is almost hit by huge board with
some kind of screaming creature on it.  He leaps into
the air deciding to move off for a while.


	Later, tiring, he spots a convenient resting place. 
He sails in and rests, causing some other feathered
creatures down the way to fly away in fright.  He lets
the salty wind flow through his feathers as he watches
the strange antics of the large metal beasts zooming
along the long black trail.  A limb gently brushes the
resting place causing the wire to violently jerk and
send a sharp stabbing shock into him.  He flings
himself off of the wire, and a slight smell of burnt
feathers follows him.  


	Rapidly moving his wings, he soars into and through
the clouds.  He allows a wind stream to push him along
just above the clouds.  A strange looking shape starts
to emerge from the clouds next to him.  The sun is
reflected off the odd creature as it begins to take
shape.  A head emerges from the half-canopy and starts
talking to him.  He is startled to find that he
understands the odd creature.  


	"George, turn off the machine . . . dinner's ready .
. ."  The talking head announces.  The bird persona
starts to dissolve and George starts to smell a
barbecue tinge to the ozone.  After what seems a
minute, but is only a couple seconds, George's
experience as a bird starts to fade as he disengages
the computer connection.


	"See anything interesting honey?"  Alice, George's
wife, yells up to him in the second story den.


	"Huh, what?"  George mumbles as he attempts to shake
off the experience.  He wanders down the hall and
starts down the stairs.  Waves of air smelling like
barbecue sauce wafts up to him.


	"Well I don't know.  Robin and Dorothy next door are
sunbathing nude again.  That lifeguard that you keep
talking about was with them and he was also nude." 
Ambling into the kitchen, George grabs a plate loaded
with barbecue spare-ribs and starts off for the table.


	"You know . . . hooking up to that bird is a very
strange experience.  It seems that I completely
submerge myself into the seagull.  Robin and Dorothy
are rather attractive women and I've never seen them
nude, and yet . . .  Of course, I've never seen Todd
nude before either, and I'm glad of that . . ."


	"What did he look like?"  Alice half jokes.


	"Wha . ..  Oh." George thinks back to the experience
and, almost mechanically, states  "Well, he had a very
well muscled chest, completely hairless . . . . a
strong firm butt . . . a rather long rigid penis
pointing due north, might follow in the opposite
direction to fly back south . .. What?"  Confused
George shakes his head and tries to clear out the
cobwebs.  "Even now, thinking back on it . . . Ack,
now I do . . ."


	"What?"


	"Well, I was going to say that at the time, you know
when I was a seagull, I caught sight of those three
when I was scanning the area.  Some part of me must
have realized that I was staring at three naked
people, but at the time . . . most of me was focused
on the bread that the had with them . . . ah,
delicious bread . . . gorgeous delicious golden brown
mounds of bread, with a nice red tip, eager to be
sucked on . . . gorgeous long succulent legs, golden
wind swept hair . . ."


	"George!  Your not describing bread!"  Snapped Alice.


	"What?  Oh, well that is what I was trying to get at.
 While I was a seagull, I was a bird.  I had the
desire, drives, ambition, and nature of a bird.  Not
all of that has left yet . . ." Gazing fondly out the
window, George sighs as he watches several birds
lazily soaring through the air.  "I never really
thought of it before, but I think I'm going to take up
hang-gliding or something like that."


	"That's not all you remember is it, dear?"  Inquired
Alice.


	"Well, as I bird, I didn't care that I was staring at
nude humans.  As far as I was concerned, they were a
good source of food."  Wistfully he adds: "I floated
down to them and stared longingly at the bread . . .
other birds were there, but they were causing a great
deal of commotion in their demand for bread.   Maybe
because I just starred, and didn't demand anything, I
was they only one that got any bread.  Todd had been
lying back on one of those air rafts in the pool, his
massive ribbed glistening penis seemed to jerk with
every breath of wind.  Well, he was resting near the
edge of the pool.   Near the pool was a plate of
bread.  Also near the pool . . . Right, well Todd
tossed me a piece of bread and I ate all of it."


	"What were about to add dear?  And when did you
decide to start describing men in any detail?" 
Queried Alice.


	George quickly blurted out: "I didn't think of
anything like that at the time.  The details were
imposed onto my brain, but it didn't mean anything at
the time . . .Oh, did I get that idea across already? 
Well, what I had left out earlier, just about
described, was what the women were doing.  Did you
know that Robin and Dorothy are lesbians?"  


	"Well, um . .." Stammered Alice.


	"Todd, who I'll try to keep myself from describing in
any more lurid detail, was lounging on the raft in the
pool.   Red-head Robin and . . . oh, do you know, I
think that's natural, I believe I spotted some red
hair down there between Dorothy's lips . . ."


	"Dorothy's lips, don't you mean . . . oh."  Muttered
Alice.


	"And golden-haired Todd . . . Damn!  Stopping
thinking about him . . . Right, golden haired Dorothy
. .. I will add though that Todd seemed to also be
graced with some pale blond hair down below . . .
Robin was reclining on one of those pool lounge
chairs, with her arms . . . you know, now that I think
about it . . . yes . . . her arms were tied to the top
of the chair, her widely spaced legs were securely
fastened to the foot of the chair, and for good
measure several . . . humm, I guess ropes cris-crossed
the middle of Robin's body . . . I don't think they
were tight enough to cut, just tight enough to secure
her to the chair, I believe.   I can't seem to stop
rambling . . . where's my ability to say complete
sentences?  Right.  Odd, know that I think about it, I
believe that Dorothy's arms had been tied behind her
back, securely, so that they could not move an inch. 
Or be used for any kind of support.   Her heaving,
golden-brown breasts seemed to be caught in-between
the . . . ah . . . ribs? of the chair.  What?  Oh, I
could tell, even though she was face down as you
pointed out, because . . . Now why, as a bird, would I
decide to go underneath the chair?  Well, I went under
there and had a rather interesting close up view of
whatever was going on."  George grabbed his beer and
quickly attempted to cut back the encroaching dryness
of his throat.  "You know, that reminds me.  I think
that I was a thirsty seagull."  George stopped for a
little bit, attempting to gather his thoughs.


	"What?  Why?"  Pumped Alice.


	"I believe that I had glanced up at the glistening
heaving breasts, and noticed some small trace of water
dangling down from one of the enlarged nipples
pointing down at me.  Reaching up with my beak, I
believe that I sucked some of that liquid . . . Good
Grief!  Imagine if I had been near Todd when I had
decided that I needed a drink . . .  I didn't . . .
Did I?"  Moaned George.


	"You mean sampled some of that dripping liquid
nourishment beading on that, as you said, massive
rigid penis?"  Pressed Alice.


	With a look of horror, George leaped up and rushed
from the room.  Suddenly he stopped and shock his
head.   Mumbling "Thank God!" a couple of times under
his breathe, he returned to his chair next the table. 



	"Was Todd tied up in any way?  Did he as a whip, or
evil grin or gleam in his eye?" Requested Alice.


	"Huh?  Oh, umm, let's think . . . even though I'd
rather not bring back images of that lifeguard nude.  
I didn't really look at him closely, but I do not
believe that he was tied up, or had any of those other
things lying around.  There might have been some kind
of leer on his lips, but otherwise . . . Now where was
I . . . Let's see, Robin's tied up, Dorothy's tied up
. . . oh, I don't recall now if I mentioned it, but I
believe that Dorothy's legs . . . humm, that must have
been painful . ..  Were stretched out over the sides
of the lounge chair, and her legs, not sure where,
were tied to the chair legs . . . I guess that type of
thing just has a bar up front and at the other end . .
. her arms were tied up stretched out in front of her
. . . her head seemed to be secured in some way so
that it was forced to be no more than some small
distance away from Robin and let's see, why do I
strongly recall that Dorothy must have had golden
pubic hair?  Oh, right. _That_ was hanging down, or
forced through two more of this struts or ribs of the
chair.  Did I . . . glistening . . . liquid dangling
and dropping from the golden source . . . No, I guess
I did not partake of that opportunity to determine the
taste of Dorothy's pussy. " Staring off into space,
George suddenly notices that Alice had disappeared. 
"What!  Where!"  Rushing off, George ran from the
room.


	Up the stairs he hustled, down the hall he hurried,
through the doorway he plunged, intent on finding
Alice.  Up ahead he spotted her.  She had placed
herself in that bird machine.  Not a VR machine,
because the effect is more of a reality machine.  Some
way or another, somebody had found a way of injecting
someone into the mind of hooked up animals.  Maybe
they had been inspired from similar science fiction
ideas that ran in this direction.

	The End
	Bird's Experience
        (C) Copyright 2001. InternetBard
        All Rights Reserved.
        All Reproduction for fee or profit forbidden.

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