March 3

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Walkie checked his phone. Shit. 8:05. Who schedules classes at 8 a.m., anyway? The budgie had been amazed he’d made it to the class on time every day this semester, but he wasn’t surprised he eventually overslept. But did it have to be on a day when there was a quiz?

The class was in a building halfway across campus, seven minutes away — five if he was quick. Walkie hurried at a pace between a walk and a jog.

He’d gotten about three-quarters of the way there when the rumbling started.

At first, Walkie thought it was an earthquake. It would make sense; he was in southern California, after all.

More concerningly, the shaking seemed to be centered on the very building the budgie was headed toward — he could see the walls and roof trembling. Walkie froze in his tracks. He was in an open area at the moment, so it didn’t make sense to move toward any structure at all if it was indeed an earthquake.

But, as he quickly, found out, it wasn’t.

The building in front of him practically exploded open as an enormous, towering figure rose out of it. Walkie shielded himself as dust and debris flew past him, somehow missing him and leaving him unscathed. After a few moments, he lowered his arms and looked up. His jaw immediately dropped.

Looming over the campus was a tall, athletic feline body. The giant was facing away from him, but from the hairstyle, Walkie realized it was a lion classmate of his — a surfer named Trent. They’d spoken a bit, but the budgie had never seen him like this: Dozens, if not hundreds of feet tall… and totally nude. Walkie blushed a bit as he found himself marveling at the lion’s impressive posterior.

Panicked shouts around him snapped Walkie back to the chaotic situation at hand. And while nobody on campus seemed prepared for the sudden growth of a lion student, the lion himself certainly didn’t seem prepared either. He looked down with a surprised expression on his face, took a step back, and slipped.

Walkie saw Trent begin to flail his arms, trying to regain his balance, and the budgie knew he was in trouble. That tremendous butt that had captured his attention moments ago was now descending directly toward him!

Walkie turned to run, but it was far too late. As the budgie saw the rump’s shadow descend upon him, he covered his head and waited for the worst.

THOOM.

The ground shook violently around Walkie. Rather than getting flattened into a budgie pancake, a fate to which he’d resigned himself moments earlier, Walkie found himself propelled upward and lodged somewhere warm, moist and tight.

It took him a few seconds to piece together what had just happened. By some stroke of luck, Walkie had been centered directly below Trent’s asshole as the macro fell. And when the earth quaked from the collision, Walkie was launched up into it. It wasn’t the nicest arrangement, but it was certainly better than the alternative.

Walkie squirmed a bit in the cramped, enclosed space, trying to get himself dislodged so he could carefully make his way out. Of course, he wasn’t trying to escape a building — he was trying to get out of an actual person. And judging from the booming moans Walkie heard as he began to wiggle, that person found the bird’s movements quite pleasurable.

Trent rose to his feet, and Walkie fell on his back as the titan shifted to a standing position. A crack of sunlight reached the budgie’s eyes for the first time, and he began to run towards it, hoping he could make it out.

But just as quickly, it was blotted out, and Walkie saw a huge feline finger enter the anal canal. “Trent, wait, I’m in here!” Walkie yelled, but there was no way Trent could hear him. The lion shoved his finger deeper and it collided with the budgie, forcing him back until he was nearly at the cat’s prostate.

Another booming moan shook the world around him. Walkie could make out a voice booming “Oh, that’s good,” as Trent continued to finger himself, forcing his little newfound toy deeper inside him. Walkie could do nothing but squirm against the soft, immovable finger as he felt the lion’s anal walls flex and clench around him.

This continued for a few minutes, the macro lion seemingly embarrassed yet too caught up in his arousal to stop, and the tiny budgie nothing but a plaything of sexual gratification for the feline. But Walkie didn’t mind in the slightest. He found the situation deeply arousing as well, and his fear soon melted into the background as he began doing what little he could to help the lion get off.

An astonishingly tight clench and sudden roar signaled to Walkie that Trent’s orgasm was likely at hand, and while he couldn’t see the massive cumshots soar across his campus, the loud splattering, lewd moaning and sudden cacophony of car alarms painted quite the soundscape.

I hope one of those wasn’t mine, Walkie idly thought as the lion’s pucker finally relaxed around him. Walkie clung to Trent’s finger as he pulled it out, and the big cat’s expression turned to one of surprise as he raised it to his face.

“Walkie???” he yelped. “I’m so sorry, are you OK?”

“Don’t apologize… that was hot,” Walkie said as Trent gently placed him on the roof of a nearby building, the two of them panting heavily. “You, uh, you got something on your face there. You don’t have to wipe it off though, it kinda makes you look cuter.”

Trent blushed as he raised a paw to wipe an errant string of cum from his cheek. The pair of them certainly had more questions than answers, but neither were complaining about an experience that brought them much closer together.