Nikola's Feathery Birthday

Set the scene. It's his birthday party.

Nikola Tesla doesn't have many friends, I'm his most trusted friend, so it's just us in his high-rise apartment. I've spruced up the place with streamers, and banners, and there are even cone birthday hats.

Something seems off though, he's off in that quiet place in his mind, where I see him go so often. But this time... Something is different.

I decide I should try and distract him, maybe cheer him up. I remember how much he adores pigeons...

I take one of the birthday hats and put it on my nose. "cooo cooo" pretending to be a pigeon. Hoping the absurdity will make him laugh.

He looks up expectantly. It seems to be working, so I keep at it. "Cooooo cooooo". It's then I notice something moving in his pants. I ask "Nicky, is something wrong.". "No, keep going." he urges.

I begin strutting around, noticing I too am getting aroused.

He rushes to the bedroom to get something. I don't know what.

As he comes back, he's carrying a bucket of glue and a box of feathers.

We strip down and cover ourselves.

Becoming less human and more avian.

I peck and preen at his new feathery chest, cleaning it of any parasites.

He appears to be in ecstasy.

I begin to perform the pigeons' mating dance as best as I know how. Worried that I might be doing it wrong.

I must not have been doing too bad, because at that moment he rushes at me, taking me.

He guides his throbbing member into my cloaca, it's ready for him.

I call out "coo cooooo Cooooooo"

He yells out, "Who's a pretty bird? Who's a pretty bird."

I scream out in return. "ME. I'M A PRETTY BIRD."

We both climax together in a sweaty pile of feathers.

He says, "same time tomorrow?"

"I can't wait." I say

The End.