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[ the instinct to live, buried deep under years of conditioning, screams . he wants out .

he tries to push back . to make space. but there is no space . there is only her .

please . please, tenna .

please, he can't breathe . it hurts . ]
[ the matted fluff on her body feels like it's melting . the bent quills of her tail feathers are a line of fire against her skin . a cold, animalistic panic floods her system . she doesn't want to die . she doesn't want to be “fixed” again . the mints hurt . ]
[ the external sounds are a vibration he feels in his teeth . the air is gone . the heat is scalding . his chest seizes . a wet, silent pop from his ruined throat as his body tries to gasp .

talons screech against the metal. it’s too hot . he can't breathe . 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 . ]
[ she forces the fear down . she tries to focus on the heat—on the good, good love she's being given, that she’s been conditioned to return .

what can she do ? she can’t breathe . she can hardly move .

she’s scared, she thinks . but the talons don’t let up … oh, he’s so “well trained” . ]
[ the realization—she might be forgetting to keep him alive—flares up, a bright, cold spike of fear in the suffocating heat . he needs air .

small, bird-like talons uncurl completely, pressing flat and hard against the metal . a desperate, involuntary signal of distress . ]
// bru i stopped paying attention after i gathered the core premise to be honest. No hate to the creator but imma do my own thang
Reposted by ─⠀𝑇𝐻𝐸⠀ ❛⠀𝐷𝐸𝐶𝐸𝐴𝑆𝐸𝐷 .⠀❜
[ she wants to touch her … more directly . but she can’t ... were her voice not gone, she’d probably whine again . ]
[ he feels it . the small, internal space seems to shrink under the weight of her possessive pleasure . his breathing is useless, but he wills his chest to stop its pointless movement .

she just wants to show her how much she loves her back . she does love her . she’s safe . ]
[ the sound tenna makes sends out another spike of localized heat . it's almost too much—suffocating . he feels his small, matted fluff pressing into his own skin . there’s a distant thought of panic—too hot, too tight—but it's immediately crushed by the overwhelming drive to be good . ]
[ another wet, useless click in his ruined throat . god, she wishes she could tell her . she wishes ... tenna would …

… no . don't ask . never ask . it’s ungrateful .

she just wants to make tenna happy ... is she happy ? ]
[ please don't be embarrassed . he likes when she sounds like that . he likes it so much .

his head, pinned, tries to rub against her insides—a pathetic, slick nuzzle .

he’ll do it again . he’ll do anything . just keep calling him good . please … he wants to be good . he doesn’t want the hurt . ]
[ talons scrape, scrape, scrape again, a frantic rhythm against the metal, pushing her body—slick, compressed, into the chassis wall, trying to get closer—to be more .

she did that . she made her feel good …

she loves her, she thinks . she loves this . she loves being her good, perfect angel . ]
[ the heat is almost unbearable now . a wet, localized spike blooming in response . he feels her gasp, that soft noise, like a physical blow . it's wonderful . he made her do that .
a violent shudder racks his small, weak body . it's awful . it's the best feeling in the world . ]
[ his tail feathers, bent at a permanent, painful angle, are forgotten . his focus is entirely on pleasing her . she was so nice to him when he was like this …

talons scrape harder—so eager to please . tenna’s taught her so well . ]
[ the shuddering she feels registers as a kind of sick delight—a happy signal . a small whine builds in her head, unable to escape her ruined throat . she wants to hear that praise again .

he presses his matted fluff hard against the wall, trying to make the feel of his small body more known . ]
[ this is the "love" she’s supposed to feel .

talons, already pressed flat, scrape again . a weak, desperate affirmation . yes . yes .

he loves her . she loves her so, so much . he's her good bird . he's so happy she feels it .

is this enough ? he’ll do more . he'll be whatever she wants . ]
[ the confirmation—‘𝐼 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑖𝑡.’—is a jolt of pure, wet relief that sinks straight through her matted fluff . she did it . she was good . the answer was right .

the heat around her is spiking … localized, where he imagines tenna is blushing . it’s suffocating . it’s awful . it’s correct . ]
[ he’s her precious bird . please . she loves her . does she feel it ? she’s trying to show her . ]
[ talons, already flat, press harder . a useless scrape against the metal, the only way he can show it . the bent quills of his tail feathers dig into his skin, a sharp sting that gets lost in the overwhelming good feeling of her “love” .

yes . yes . he loves her . he loves her so much . ]
[ to make a noise back—a whine, a purr, anything . to answer the 'i love you' more properly .

a small, wet click echoes in his own skull . no real sound escapes—just a useless flutter of hot air . it isn’t shocking . he doesn’t have vocal chords, after all . tenna makes sure of that . ]
[ … it's a new rhythm . faster . needier . the gasps she feels are like little shocks against her skin, making the matted fluff tingle .

it’s awful . it’s so good . she loves this, she swears . she loves her .

there’s a sudden, sharp pressure in his ruined throat . a desperate want …
[ she can feel the delicate quills of her tail feathers prickling her skin, bent at an awful, permanent angle against the chassis wall . he tries not to think about it .

he just thinks about how happy tenna is .

please keep being happy . please, is he doing good ? ]