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Finley’s phone dinging at the tail end of his shift would’ve put some pep in the young pigeon’s step on any occasion. But when he dug it out of his pocket for a quick check and saw it was a text from Mia, there was neither hiding nor denying the little upturn in his heart, a flutter which had him almost floating through the halls of his ward. He even almost forgot how tired he was from his double shift.
“Heyyyyy,” ran the text. “One of those days. Hoops after work?”
“You can count on it,” Finley texted back, the corners of his beak up in a grin.
He hadn’t quite managed to get that grin off his face when he went in to check his final patient of the day, a fact that the idiot deer teen quickly seized on. “Ugh, you look just like how Rudi did when he got himself a boyfriend last spring. You got a boyfriend, doc? A girlfriend? Do doctors get a lot of action?”
“Hello, Olli,” said Finley, sliding past the barrage of probing questions with ease. This was his second summer as a junior doctor at Saint Ursula’s, and he’d had a lot of practice with the deer twins. “I remember that look on Rudi’s face well. He even managed to keep it while his boyfriend brought him in for… well, just remember to use plenty of lube, young man.”
Olli let out a squawk of disgust, raising his hooves to his face as if he could block out whatever mental images Finley had given him. “Nooo! Doc, that’s a low blow! What’d I ever do to you?”
“It’s more a matter of what you didn’t do, right now.” Satisfied with his personal work, Finley had moved on to actual work and picked up the deer’s charts from the foot of his bed. “I am not happy with these hydration levels I’m seeing here. You should know how important it is to drink plenty of water during the summer, especially if you’re expecting to be physically active. I’m pretty sure the only times I’ve not seen you or your brother running around being menaces is when you’re in these hospital beds.”
“But we gotta run around!” Olli protested, more for the sake of protesting than out of any real disagreement. “It’s training! Rudi and I are gonna be doctors like you and Karl, and Miss Mia!”
“That’s Doctor Mia,” corrected Finley, deciding he could let slide the fact that his other best friend at the hospital, Karl, was a nurse, not a doctor. “And while that’s a very commendable life goal, doctors have to keep themselves healthy too, including hydration. I’m writing you down for plenty of fluids and bed rest for the night, and I’ll see about releasing you in the morning.”
“… alright…” The deer slumped back in his bed to stare at the ceiling, long enough to make Finley think he’d be leaving the hospital room without further issue. But then a grin spread across Olli’s face. No. A genuine smirk. “Doctor Mia, huh?”
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Even with the added hours of daylight in the summer months, dusk was well and truly settling over Porcupine as Finley jogged out of Saint Ursula’s, changed back into his regular street clothes. He found Mia waiting for him just outside, the cow’s eyes closed as she leaned against the hospital’s rough brick exterior. Probably the most rest she’d gotten all day, his fellow junior doctor sighing almost dreamily as the breeze played through her soft white-and-brown coat and teased at the shock of blonde hair falling over her eyes.
For a moment Finley hesitated, reluctant to spoil the rare moment of peace. But then Mia opened her eyes of her own accord and quickly caught sight of him. She batted her eyes and smiled. “Heyyy, Finn. What a day, huh?”
“What a day,” he agreed. Any day with a double shift would qualify. “Want to talk about it?”
“Eh. Maybe after we’ve shot some hoops.” The cow pushed off the building to stand, arms over her head as she stretched her back out. Her chest pushed out ahead of her, straining the old sports tee she’d put on in anticipation of a day of hard labor. Finley, who stood no taller than chest-height to her anyway, had a moment to get a good eyeful of the bounties the bovine had to offer before he swiftly ducked his head, blushing and scuffing a sneaker against the pavement.
It was a short but peaceful walk down the hill and through the park to the public basketball court where the pair of friends and coworkers liked to play their games whenever they had the chance. Neither spoke as they went, content with the natural silence, thoughts and stresses alike settling, calming. They passed near the outdoor stage where Porcupine’s small but dedicated theater enthusiasts would put on performances every spring and fall, empty at the moment as the summer months proved too hot for even the most enthusiastic to linger long.
Night had fully established itself by the time Finley and Mia reached the oasis of light in the growing dark that was the court next to the town’s sole school, which suited both of them just fine. No waiting for a spot to open up, and they wouldn’t be making sweaty fools of themselves to an audience.
Even so, the silence lingered between the pair as they put on their sweatbands, grabbed their balls, and lined up a good distance from the hoop in their usual fashion, Finley in front, Mia close enough behind him he could almost feel her breath against the top of his head.
Balls sailed through the air in perfect arcs, thumps as they hit the backboard and bounced around, swishes as they fell through the hoop. The squeak of sneakers and a huff of breath as they went chasing after errant balls without the good grace to roll back to them. There was barely an effort made to keep score, not that day, when the summer night was still warm and the stares twinkled so brightly. Finley focused on the burn of his muscles as he lined up a shot and threw, his aches and cares from long hospital hours seeming to leak away with the healthy sweat he slowly worked up. Even Mia pressing close behind him, seeming to crowd him more and more with every shot, was only a comfortable weight, a part of the ritual game they both played.
It was as Mia returned from chasing after a ball which had nearly bounced clear through the fence and onto the street, her chest heaving with her breath and her old shirt starting to stick to her in places Finley couldn’t help but enjoy, that she broke the mutual silence. “I heard back from the town council today.”
Finley wasn’t an idiot, despite how Saint Ursula’s janitorial staff sometimes made him feel. The fact that Mia had needed a basketball session even with the lingering summer heat told him all he needed to know. Still, he had to ask. “They won’t stop using the fountain for the stew contest?”
Mia squared up with the hoop, threw, and got nothing but net. “Tradition is really important to Porcupine. While they recognize the tragic nature of the events from last fall, they feel it would be a disservice to discontinue something which has brought the citizens of the town so much joy for so many decades.”
Finley’s next ball went wide of the mark, hitting the backboard and bouncing right over their heads. He let it go, turning to face his friend. “But people died! So many people got sick, and the hospital fire, and, and—”
He hadn’t realized he’d started yelling until Mia, good Mia, sweet Mia, in all her sweaty glory, closed the distance and pulled him into a hug. He found his raised voice muffled into her chest, her taste trickling into his mouth, her worked-up bovine smell flooding his nostrils and from there to his brain. She was so much bigger than him, it was so easy for her to swallow him up into an embrace, to make herself his whole world. The basketball court, chain link fences, the night sky itself, all gone behind her and her comforting hold.
“It’s okay,” she whispered to him, a hand stroking down the feathers on the back of his head. Her voice had a tremor despite her words. “It’s okay, Finn…”
He hugged her back, hands hovering just over her rear, drinking in the smell and weight of her. “I’m sorry. I feel like I should be saying that to you. You were fighting so hard to get that tradition ended.”
“No, no, I’m so glad you started yelling,” she said, squeezing him tighter. She made a sound torn between a laugh and a sob. “I was genuinely about to start crying before you started yelling. I think holding you is the only thing holding me together. Oh, God, Finn… what are we going to do…”
Finley didn’t know. The future was a worrisome uncertainty at the best of times. That night, it seemed like a terror. All he could do in the moment was hold his friend tighter, shuddering as he fought back a sob of his own.
A long, pregnant minute passed them by as they stood in the middle of the public basketball court, gently swaying in each other’s hold beneath the hot sodium lights. Their little island in the sea of night. The game of hoops had been forgotten, though their bodies remembered. The ache and exertion, the heat built up from the workout, the rushing blood and beating hearts, the high energy not ready for the game to be over, adrenaline racing through them with nothing to do.
It was Mia who made the first move, gently adjusting how she held Finley so that her hands gripped at his rear through his gym shorts. The pigeon loosed a little coo at this daring, arching his head up. Beak open, he dragged his tongue from the top of the valley between Mia’s breasts, up over her collarbone and along her throat, tasting her hot summer sweat as it trickled down her.
“M-Moooo…”
Emboldened, Finley did it again, slurping up his partner’s taste, drawing moo after moo out of her. Then she had dropped her head and they were kissing, beak and muzzle locked awkwardly but firmly together, tongues twisting and pushing around for dominance.
Mia, her bovine tongue thick and broad, won handily, almost making the little pigeon gag as she shoved herself to his throat. Their steps stuttered around on the warmed-over asphalt until Finley felt his back hit the basketball pole. There Mia held him, pressing him from all sides with her bulk as she kissed and groped, smothering him with her desperation for some touch of comfort.
Finley’s cock was swiftly harder than it’d ever been before in his life, a stiff rod bulging out his gym shorts to jab at Mia’s broad, soft thighs. She moaned into the kiss the moment she felt it, arching her hips to push herself back against it, Finley groaning as his hips began feebly thrusting, uselessly grinding his erection against her. His lungs burned, his heart pounding away…
They broke for breath. The world encroached on them again as they stared at each other, connected by a string of spit and the taste of sweat and the heat of their bodies. The breeze ruffled their feathers and fur. Distantly there came the low rumble of cars driving even that late. Suddenly the openness of their activities, the risk of discovery and public shame, hit them both deep in their guts.
“Hospital… hospital regulations,” Finley managed, still mostly out of sorts, still sweltering in Mia’s hold. “Staff fraternization really… discouraged. If, if anyone found out—”
For a moment, he saw Mia wavering, those big cow eyes always so bright and expressive. But the desperate yearning remained burning, joined by the steel which had let her make her doomed stand against the city council in the first place. “Fuck the regulations!”
“Fuck the regulations,” Finley echoed. Then, more firmly, “fuck YOU.”
Mia laughed, a manic sound out of her as she let go of him and fell back, stripping off her sweat-sodden rag of a tee before laying herself out flat on her back, knees up as if she getting into birthing position. Her bra went next, and suddenly her breasts were free for him to gape at, looking even bigger than they’d felt, gleaming udder-bags sagging from their own weight. “That’s the idea,” she said, squeezing her breasts together between her arms, head leaned up enough to give one of her nipples a teasing lick. her thumbs hooked her shorts to wriggle them down, until finally she was ALL revealed to him. “Fuck me, Finley.”
Enraptured by the heavenly sight laid out for him, only for him, Finley barely got his shorts and underwear down enough for his cock to spring throbbing into the air, adding its own bodily aroma to the musky miasma beginning to envelop the court, before he dropped to his knees and sandwiched himself between her legs. Hands gripped her sides and he rammed himself in, cooing from the decadent wetness of his partner’s pussy enveloping his length, drowned out by her throaty mooing. Her inner walls rippled along his shaft, milking him for his creamy seed in a way that told Finley he wasn’t her first; far from it, even. Somehow, the thought of following a well-trod path made it all the more exciting for him, a tingle right down to his tail feathers.
Had they had the strength of will to resist temptation until they’d gotten back to Finley’s apartment, the two young doctors might’ve been able to luxuriate in the wet, warm, meaty joining. There might’ve been kisses and soft talk, Finley trailing beak and tongue along Mia’s body to find all her delicious curves. They could’ve taken their time and been romantic about it, for there was a romance buried deep in the heart of it all.
But it was late and hot, and they were tired, and there was no telling for how long the night bugs and graffiti would be the only witnesses to their carnality. And so the basketball court rang not with the squeak of sneakers on asphalt and thump of balls scoring net, but on the desperate PLAP of Finley thrusting away into his lover’s hot cunt, rapid and shallow humping which jiggled the cow’s rolls of fat, had her wrapping her arms around his shoulders to hold him close. Sharp grunts and panting breath echoed into the night, filling their ears as surely as the stench of sweat and sex flooded their brains.
“F-Finley!” she cried out, trying to keep her voice down only the first time. “Fi-Finley! Finley! Yes, yes, yes, god! Ohhhh God, Finley!”
“M-Mia!” The pigeon doubled his efforts at hearing his name cried out so hot and sweet. His beak clamped down on her right nipple to her jubilant moan, tongue swirling circles around the thick, rigid nub as he imagined the thick gushing of milk from it.
Her legs straightened to either side of him, then curled to lock behind his ass, further clutching him to her until he could barely pull back before hammering back in.
Finley’s feathers squelched as he wormed one hand between their heaving bodies, down into the crevices of their mashed-together crotches until he found the hard little button at pussy’s peak. Furiously, he began to rub at the clit with his thumb.
Mia screamed, eyes shot wide and back arching, pressing her most sacred and sensitive spot hard into his touch. Hurriedly, she crammed a hoof into her mouth to shut herself up, but still her chest heaved, her body squirmed beneath Finley as he drove her with a cruel, relentless hand toward the release she so achingly needed.
Finley knew it when it happened. By the squeal that slipped past her hoof. By the bone-creaking tightening of her legs wrapped around him. By the clenching of her inner walls holding him in place, a gushing flood of the cow’s fluids soaking his pants from hips to knees, staining the asphalt below.
Her climax was his permission. With a final grunt and feeble forward twitch of his hips, Finley came, a half-dozen spurts of his seed into her sacred core, her fertile fields. Enough that, if anyone went sniffing, they’d be sure to find him.
Then those crushing legs uncrossed and he could relax enough to flop boneless atop her. There they lay for another long minute, spent and satisfied, heat quenched and desire tamed for the moment. Finley rose and fell with her steadying breath, listening to her heartbeat as it slowed. His cock softened and slipped out of her without preamble, his cum spilling out after him to smear across her inner thighs. Peace settled over them like they hadn’t felt since the first dawn after the terrible hospital fire. He could’ve laid there under the stars and the sodium lights forever, and he thought she felt the same by how her hand so gently combed along the back of his head, smoothing feathers with a lover’s grace.
Instead, with the same determination which had gotten them both on their feet and to the hospital at a moment’s call, they grunted and groaned, and helped each other up. Finley adjusted his thoroughly soaked pants. Still leaking his cum, Mia pulled her shorts up and went in search of her tossed-aside bra and shirt, coming back moderately redressed. The bra she held out to him, and Finley took it and held it close like a hard-won trophy. Then they stared at each other, unsure of what next. For either of them to actually say aloud “Thank you” would, they both felt, somehow cheapen the time shared, as if it was only a favor instead of something… more.
“We should… go rehydrate,” said Finley finally, falling back on doctor training when all else failed. “It’s important to drink plenty of water during the summer, especially if you’re expecting to be physically active…”
Mia let out an incredulous moo, staring at him as if he had just proposed she jump over the moon. But then her eyes went half-lidded, and she stepped close enough to kiss again. “I’ve got plenty of water at my place, if you’re looking to be ‘physically active’ again.”
And suddenly, Finley was. Hospital help him, he was going to be physically active all night.