Message-ID: <30897asstr$992722202@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <internetbard@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <20010616081833.6847.qmail@web14808.mail.yahoo.com> From: InternetBard <internetbard@yahoo.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Subject: {ASSM} "Bird's Experience" (InternetBard) (ScFi FF M-desc best? nc? bd) Date: Sat, 16 Jun 2001 16:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2001/30897> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, newsman "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. ----------------------------------------------------- Thank you for reading this far. -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get personalized email addresses from Yahoo! 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