Bonus content: Read the syllabus here!
“Amplus Hall,” Walkie muttered to himself, looking down at his schedule and back at the sign a few feet in front of him. “Yep, this is it.”
The budgie gazed up at the building towering over him. It had to be 20 stories tall, at least. It wasn’t totally out of place next to the other buildings on the Univoresity of California campus, and there may even have been a couple that were taller. But it was still an intimidating place for his first class — a giant brutalist slab amid older buildings that were far more charming.
He opened the door and quickly located the catalog of rooms and offices on the near wall. My class is in 1801, so… oh, here it is already. 18th floor, as expected.
It didn’t cross Walkie’s mind until he entered the elevator that there were barely any classrooms listed in the building, and none on any of the other floors. But it definitely struck him as odd that there would be an elevator for a 20-story building with just three options: “18,” “1,” and “B.”
He shrugged and hit the button for “18.” The elevator hummed and began to lift him upward at a quicker pace than he was expecting. The budgie took a deep breath to calm his first-day-of-classes jitters, trying to visualize what the classroom might look like. He opened his eyes right as the elevator dinged and the doors slid open.
Room 1801 were located directly in front of the elevator, not ten yards away. But Walkie took a moment to wander off to the side and look out the window. He gasped. Campus looked beautiful from way up here. He hadn’t before seen this sort of bird’s-eye view of the sprawling university.
He chuckled. My bird’s eye is usually much closer to the ground, he thought.
Truthfully, Walkie had just decided to enroll here because it was close to home and he could save money by commuting rather than renting room and board. He knew the Univoresity of California was well-regarded enough, and he could probably finish his degree quicker here than at other schools. First, though, he needed to knock out some of the college’s general course requirements.
Walkie backed away from the window, holding that view for as long as possible before turning around… and slamming straight into another student getting off the elevator. “Oh, shit, sorry, sorry,” Walkie said, grabbing the book he’d dropped.
“Haha, no worries, there’s not much space up here,” said the purple bird he ran into. “I’m Oak, are you here for Anatomy 101?”
“Yeah, I am! I think this is the room, right? I’m Walkie, by the way.”
“Cool cool. At least it was easy enough to find. This is my first class here, have you had any yet?”
“Nope,” Walkie replied. “Time to find out what college is all about.”
He opened the door and the two of them walked into the Room 1801 together.
Walkie had been in college lecture halls before, but this was nothing like anything he’d ever seen. A semicircle of seats descended toward the center of the room, similar to stadium seating. But once you reached the first row, there was a steep drop-off, all the way to the ground floor. The room took up nearly the entire building, from the first floor way below to the 20th a few stories above.
On the far wall was an enormous blackboard, several stories tall, with a giant piece of chalk to match. Walkie snickered — it was a nice sight gag, but it was a bit perplexing how anyone could teach anatomy in this classroom with the way it was set up.
Walkie found his way to an open seat in the third row, next to a red-winged blackbird. The purple bird, Oak, slid in beside him. Walkie looked around. The lecture hall was mostly filled, with rows of seats covered in colorful fur and feathers. There were a lot of birds in this class, perhaps because the professor was apparently an avian, too, but there were also students of all sorts of other species around the room.
“Did you feel that?” Oak asked.
“Feel what?”
“That— there it is again, kinda felt like thunder?”
Walkie definitely felt it second time, like a low, deep rumble of an approaching storm.
Or an approaching… giant?
The rumbles were consistent, one after another, like footsteps, and growing louder. The lecture hall, which had been buzzing with idle activity, quickly quieted down as the students tried to figure out the source of the vibrations. Some of the desks, loose after years of use, began to rattle with each boom. Walkie’s pencil rolled off his own desk and onto the floor. He leaned down to pick it up.
As he did, the entire wall on the right side of the classroom flew open and an enormous figure sauntered in. Walkie’s mind would figure out later that it wasn’t a wall at all, but a 20-story doorway. But all he could do at the moment was gape at the large monster who had just entered the lecture hall.
It was an enormous bird — 250 feet tall or more, given how the giant reached almost to the ceiling — and based on the beak shape likely an eagle, with a head of light blue feathers. Below that, a thick, fluffy gray mane spilled out of a smart tweed jacket and a white collared shirt that was tucked into dark blue jeans. The bird’s dark, charcoal hands set a massive briefcase down on a ledge about 12 floors from the ground, and he stood in front of the petrified class. Even though they were 18 stories up, the students were at about eye level with the blue bird’s shining, golden eyes.
The big eagle licked his beak almost imperceptibly and smiled. “It’s always nice to see so many eager faces on the first day of classes,” he said, his voice deep enough to cause a few of the desks to rattle again. He scanned the seats slowly, seeming to linger on every single student as his gaze drifted across the room. None of them said a word.
Walkie shifted nervously in his seat, feeling and trapped and waiting for the behemoth’s eyes to reach him. After several interminable seconds, they did… and stopped. The eagle’s grin grew slightly larger as he extended one of his enormous hands directly toward the little budgie.
A few students screamed. Oak yelped beside him as the hand drew closer, large enough to see every single wrinkle on the giant’s palm. Walkie was too stunned to produce any noises at all. All he could do was watch as the enormous hand closed in on him… and plucked the blackbird next to him out of his seat.
Walkie’s relief immediately shifted to concern for the blackbird, who was visibly squirming between the eagle’s fingers. But the grip was too tight. The colossus opened his beak wide, and in a moment the blackbird was inside, getting rolled around on the huge bird’s tongue and then disappearing down his gullet with an audible gulp.
The eagle sighed and opened his beak wide, as if to show the class that there was no longer any trace of the blackbird. He paused for a moment, then spoke.
“Welcome to Anatomy 101, or—“
“DID YOU JUST EAT THAT GUY?” someone yelled from the back.
The eagle cleared his throat. “As I was saying, welcome to Anatomy 101, or all things—” he grabbed a massive piece of chalk and made broad, sweeping strokes on the blackboard. “—VORE.”
There were some murmurs of understanding from around the room, but Walkie was still trying to put things together.
“I’m Professor Ahab,” the massive eagle continued. “You can call me Dr. Ahab if you want. You’d be wrong, but I’d be very flattered. Now, does anyone here know what vore is? You there, in the back?”
“Vore is when you eat someone alive,” a voice responded from behind Walkie.
“Thank you, that’s correct. And you are…?”
“I’m Cal!” the voice said.
“Thanks Cal. And I should also thank my teaching assistant for helping with that demonstration. One moment—”
Ahab flexed his throat muscles and raised his shoulders a bit, as if he was about to gag, then reached his hand into his beak and pulled out a sopping-wet blackbird, setting him gently on the ledge of the seating area.
“This is Daedalous, he’s our TA this semester,” the eagle said. “I know a lot of you are birds, so you’re probably familiar with crops. If not, we’ll learn about them in a few weeks. They’re an excellent place to store a meal… or a professional colleague. Daedalous, why don’t you go get yourself cleaned up. There are towels just outside the room, and then when you come back you can help me pass out the syllabus.”
Walkie breathed a sigh of relief, feeling almost comfortable with this monstrous bird now that he knew he was a bona fide professor and not just a giant going around gobbling down students for snacks.
On the other hand, what was that about getting eaten alive? Walkie knew he should be repulsed by that sort of suggestion, but he found himself more curious than anything else. What would it be like in that huge eagle maw? What does the inside of a beak look like? How would it feel to slide down that throat, squished between its fleshy walls as they worked their food down, easily overpowering any struggles the prey could hope to make?
The professor spoke again, snapping Walkie back out of his thoughts. “While we wait for him to get back, who can tell me the four main types of vore?”
A few hands shot up around the room. “You there, the blue gryphon.”
“Oral, anal, cock vore and unbirthing.”
“Unbirthing, or vaginal vore. That’s right. What’s your name?”
“Rain.”
“Thank you Rain, you know your stuff. You’ll all get to experience each of those types of vore in a safe, controlled environment throughout the semester. This course is designed to lay the foundation for any vore-related path you might choose. Even if you only end up specializing in one of those types, the faculty here believes it’s important for the students to experience each of them.”
The blackbird walked back in, all dried off.
“Good, you’re back.” The eagle opened the briefcase and handed him a stack of papers. The blackbird started to hand them out for each row to pass down. The TA started on the opposite side of the lecture hall, so Walkie figured it would be a while before he’d get to see what was in store for the next few months.
“This is your syllabus for this semester,” Ahab said. “This is Anatomy 101, and in this course you’re going to get intimately acquainted with my anatomy, your anatomy, and that of your classmates.
“Primarily, you’ll be doing that through vore. This class is mostly designed for prey, but some of you may discover you’re more interested in the predator side of things, or that you’re switches, and that’s OK. We have ways to accommodate that as well.”
A flicker of flame caught Walkie’s attention out of the corner of his eye. He turned to look and saw a phoenix with shining blue eyes looking in his general direction, almost hungrily. He tried to put it out of his head.
“Tuesdays and Thursdays are your standard lecture days,” the professor continued. “Wednesdays are lab days. Yes, this class will also get you a lab credit, and part of that lab credit will involve vore. Like any other intimate activity, consent is important, and if there’s anything in the lab that would make you uncomfortable, I suggest taking it as a pass/fail or dropping that portion of the class. Don’t worry, you’ll still be able to graduate.
“Vore can be intense, especially for the first time. We’re going to take every step we can to ensure it’s a comfortable and enjoyable experience for everyone. Part of that is making sure everyone has consent from their partner. Yes, I know some of you like it when it’s unwilling. Not gonna happen in this class. We’re just going over the basics here.
“On the last page of that syllabus, you’ll find a waiver form with some questions about what you’d be comfortable with experiencing in this class. Fill that out and bring it to our lab session tomorrow, or you won’t be able to participate. You can always change your mind about things later, too.”
There was a rustling of papers as most of the class flipped to the back of the syllabus. The TA had yet to reach Walkie, but they were only a few rows away. Good timing, too — the eagle was reaching the end of his spiel.
“And finally, when it’s syllabus day, it’s also syphilis day. Because some of this course is sexual in nature, everyone’s required to get tested. We have some pop-up testing labs set up around the ground floor, so once you’re done reading the syllabus, please head down there and get screened.”
A stack of papers appeared in front of Walkie’s face. “Oh, thanks,” he said, grabbing his syllabus from Oak and passing the rest of the packets down the line.
“That’ll be all for today,” the professor said. “If anyone has any questions, you can stick around, and we can talk at the front of the room. Or send an email to the address listed on the syllabus. I’ll look forward to getting to know you all much more… intimately.”
Walkie’s head was spinning. This was not the sort of anatomy class he was expecting, but his curiosity outweighed his hesitation. It didn’t hurt that the professor was kinda handsome, and Walkie was even a little aroused thinking about how casually he ate the blackbird earlier.
OK, I’m gonna do it, Walkie thought. He flipped through the pages of the syllabus.
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…Unbirthing? …Anal vore? Why did that concept seem so hot?
Most of the students were getting up to leave the class, producing a clamor that made it difficult for Walkie to think. Beside him, Oak put his syllabus in his backpack and stood up. Both of them looked up as the giant eagle spoke again.
“Oh, one more thing about the first lab session tomorrow,” Ahab said. “Clothing is optional on lab days. It’s entirely up to you. The only rule is don’t be weird about it. We’re all adults here, I expect you all to act like it. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Walkie’s next few hours were a blur. He went down and got tested, and then had a few other classes, but by the time he returned home, he couldn’t remember anything else that had happened that day. At dinner, he just poked at his food, consumed with the idea that how he saw his meal might be exactly the same as how that giant eagle viewed him.
Before bed, he carefully read through the syllabus again, lingering on the sections that aroused him the most. Maybe that was a mistake; he barely slept at all. Instead, he tossed and turned all night, thinking about all the orifices into which that massive bird could shove him without the slightest bit of trouble. Even when he did sleep, he dreamt that the blankets and sheets were a massive tongue wrapping itself around him. The lab wasn’t until 9 a.m., but Walkie was wide-awake by 5.
He paced in his room for a bit, envisioning how the day’s class might go. Once it got to be a reasonable time, he scarfed down some breakfast and raced out the door.
Walkie got to Amplus Hall 45 minutes early and ducked into a bathroom on the first floor. He waffled a bit on whether to wear clothes and finally settled on leaving his purple hoodie on. He had noticed they kept the building a little on the chilly side.
The budgie made his way up to Room 1801 and found a totally empty lecture hall. He double-checked that he was in the right place for the lab and, yep, he was — just very early.
Walkie took a seat in the front row and scrolled through his phone. It was only a few minutes before he began to feel those distant rumbles again, quickly becoming strong enough to reverberate through his entire body. He put his phone down and realized he was already rock-hard just from knowing what was responsible for those vibrations. The budgie started to wish he’d left his pants on.
The enormous door flew open just as it had the day before, and Walkie watched in awe as the huge eagle strode into the lecture hall again.
This time, however, the bird was totally naked, his gorgeous body on full display. Walkie took it all in — the unkempt feathers on the eagle’s head and mane giving way to glistening black ones on his well-built chest. Walkie was able to tell under the tweed suit the day before that Ahab wasn’t some stereotypically thin, wispy professor, but he never expected a college professor to be this buff. He was enraptured with how the titan’s pecs rose and fell with each breath, and how his biceps flexed as he brought his coffee to his beak to take a sip.
And then there was… the dick, hanging proudly over two colossal black orbs between the eagle’s legs. Even flaccid, it was majestic, and Walkie salivated at the thought of what it might look like fully erect, with the professor casually shoving some of the budgie’s classmates into it.
As Walkie gawked, Ahab turned around and grabbed a piece of chalk to write on the blackboard. His blue and gold tail feathers rose just high enough to reveal his splendid rump, and Walkie was suddenly in heaven.
24 hours ago, Walkie hadn’t even known what vore was. Now, he knew there was nowhere else he wanted to be than between those beautiful cheeks, shoved deep up the eagle’s ass, squirming uncontrollably as the muscular anal walls clenched tightly around him.
Walkie huffed. He grabbed the syllabus out of his backpack and rifled through the pages to remind himself what week they’d get to anal vore. The noise was enough to catch the giant eagle’s attention. He turned around and looked at the budgie with surprise. “Oh, I didn’t see you there! Eager to get to class today?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Walkie stammered. “Sorry if I’m early. I’m Walkie, by the way.”
If the professor noticed Walkie’s boner, he didn’t say anything about it. “It’s good to meet you, Walkie. It’s always gratifying to see students so eager to participate in my class. Tell me, you were sitting next to my TA yesterday, weren’t you?”
“T-that’s right.”
“I’m sorry if I gave you a fright. I like to play that little prank on new classes at the start of the year, but it can be scary if you aren’t familiar with vore.”
“It’s ok. I kinda… liked it, I think? H-here’s my waiver, by the way.”
Ahab took the tiny piece of paper out of Walkie’s trembling hands and gave it a quick glance.
“Thank you, Walkie.” He reached out and gave the budgie a pat on the head with one of his huge fingers. “I think you’re going to make an excellent student.”
The professor turned back to his briefcase to prepare for the class period and Walkie whimpered with delight. A few other students began to file in, and before Walkie knew it, it was almost time for the lab to begin. Oak arrived right before 9 and sat down next to Walkie again. “How early did you get here?” he asked.
Before Walkie could respond, the giant eagle cleared his throat. “OK, everyone, let’s get started. If you haven’t handed your waiver into me yet, please pass that down and to the left, and Daedalous will collect them. You need that waiver filled out if you want to participate.”
Ahab gestured back at the blackboard, where he’d written “MAWPLAY” in broad, capital letters. “Today’s going to be a simple one. We’ll need to go over some safety rules before we get more in-depth—” the eagle chuckled “—but I always like to give my students a little taste of what’s to come in this first week. And I like to get a little taste of them.” He winked.
“So today, as many as you who are willing will have the chance to go in here.” He opened his beak wide and let his tongue loll out as he pointed teasingly toward it. “Since you got here so early, would you like to go first, Walkie?”
The budgie’s brain was going haywire, but he realized he was nodding his head vigorously. There was no going back now.
“Excellent,” Ahab said. “Everyone, please pay specific attention to how I move my tongue. It’s the main tool for teasing prey and keeping them right where you want them.”
Just like yesterday, a massive dark hand reached toward Walkie. But this time, he didn’t feel scared at all — just excited. He shuddered as felt those thick, muscular fingers wrap around him and lift him out of his seat. He was hanging hundreds of feet in the air, but for some reason he still felt completely safe.
Ahab licked his beak as he held Walkie over it, then gently lowered the budgie down until he was sitting gently on his tongue. It was every bit as soft and moist as Walkie imagined, like sitting on a cloud.
Ahab let Walkie sit there for a moment to acclimate to his surroundings, then retracted his tongue into his beak. He left the beak open a little bit so Walkie — and his classmates — were still able to see what was going on.
Then he began to toy with the budgie, rolling him up in his tongue and sucking the flavor out of the little bird. Walkie was inundated with the eagle’s thick saliva, quickly becoming coated from head to toe. He opened his beak wide and let gobs of it fall into his mouth, enjoying its taste in much the same way the giant eagle was enjoying his.
Walkie felt himself get buffeted from one side of the beak to the other as the titan toyed with his prey, pushing the budgie up against the beak’s walls and pinning him there with that thick tongue. Then he felt that tongue lifting him up again and pressing him against the roof of the eagle’s beak. It wasn’t painful, but it was enough to make the budgie squirm, and Walkie could tell based on the deep vibrations emanating from the eagle’s throat that Ahab was greatly enjoying teasing him.
It went on like that for a little longer, Walkie getting rolled around into pools of saliva in the huge bird’s maw, barely able to get comfortable before Ahab’s massive tongue put him back in motion, trapping and pinning him in various places around his beak.
It felt like an eternity and yet still was over far too quick. Two of Ahab’s colossal fingers reached into his beak and plucked Walkie gently off his tongue, carefully setting him back down in the front row. The budgie was vaguely aware of the class applauding, and he felt himself blushing more than he ever had before.
“Did you enjoy that, Walkie?” the professor asked.
“Y-yes sir,” he panted, completely out of breath.
“I’m glad to hear that. What’s most important with vore is that both parties enjoy the experience. You can go dry yourself off with one of the towels outside the room. Now, who’s next?”
Walkie moved toward the stairs as if he were in a trance. He was in total disbelief at what had just happened. His brain was still trying to process everything and yet he wanted to focus on every single memory, keep every single moment at the front of his mind.
As he walked up the steps, Rain, the blue gryphon from yesterday, gave him a high-five, as did a few others. Walkie reached the towel rack outside the doorway and sighed with contentment. He wasn’t sure he wanted to wipe all that bird drool off. He just wanted to stay marked by that enormous eagle forever.
If this was what this class was going to be like, he couldn’t wait to learn more.