I won’t lie, today has already started off weird.
The last time I voluntarily entered a library was back in third grade because my crush at the time always hung out there after school.
But since my mom asked me to pick up some books she ordered here last week, I don’t really have a choice.
I push open the heavy oak doors, almost getting one of my backpack’s shoulder straps stuck on the door handle.
”Shit…”
After fumbling around for a bit, I’m finally set free.
Just go in there, ask for the books and leave. Shouldn’t take longer than 2 minutes.
The library itself is eerily quiet, although it has a comforting aura to it.
I check my phone and notice that I don’t have reception in here. Not even a wifi connection I could log into
Christ, was this place built during the renaissance?
Whatever. Before I could give it much more thought, I spot the front desk where a young woman is scrolling on an ancient-looking desktop computer.
Her hazelnut feathers that fade into white the closer you got to her face blended into the surrounding bookshelves perfectly.
And I would be lying if I told you those round-lensed glasses didn’t fit her to a T.
But before I could waste anymore time staring at her, the librarian perks up.
”O-Oh! Hello sir. What can I do for you?”
Her voice made my brain buffer for a second.
Also holy shit, those have got to be some of the fattest boobs I’ve ever seen in my life.
Since when were library chicks so stacked?
”Uhh…I’m here to pick up an order for my mom. She bought a copy of redacted, and it should’ve arrived by now.”
She starts typing something on her keyboard before looking back at me.
”Alright, I just need your ID and the name on the purchase, so I can confirm the order.”
After giving her everything she needed, the owl lady got up from her office chair and turned back to me.
”Would you just follow me to the back please? I’ll have your package in just a second.”
I nod and follow her through the door leading into the warehouse part of the building.
Yep, just as I thought. This place looks ancient too. But what did I expect from a public library?
I keep tailing the owl lady until she stops next to a box of fresh books.
”There we are. It should be among this stash.”
She bends down and starts rummaging through the pile.
Standing behind her turned out to be a mistake. As she bends over, I can very clearly see her skirt starting to slide upwards.
And those thigh-highs hugging her thighs just made it even worse.
I can’t even form a thought before my crotch starts to tent up.
Oh god please don’t turn around now. I need to calm down…
”Aaand there we are. Sorry for the wait, these delivery drivers just keep getting lazier-...”
I freeze as she turns back around to me, my rock hard boner very obviously poking through my jeans.
Her round eyes widen in surprise as she stares back and forth between me and my involuntary erection.
Before this, I thought that me accidentally calling my teacher mom once was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me.
But this? This easily takes the cake.
I turn to make a dash for the door, just as I feel a pair of claws wrap around my arm.
”W-Wait!”
I slowly look back at the girl, whose face is now bright red.
”D-Don’t just run away after something like that…I mean, it’s shocking but…I’m flattered?”
Please just let me run away. I can’t handle this much cringe.
She pulls me back by my arm, until I’m right up against one of the pillars supporting the roof of the warehouse.
She’s looking up at me with those huge owl eyes, her cheeks still flushed.
”L-Look…I-uhm…My co-worker is still at lunch for another 30 minutes. Could I maybe help you with…”
She looks back down at my crotch, the tent only having grown in size thanks to her pinning me on the wall.
”...with this whole thing?”
Am I fucking dreaming right now?
”Pfff, what do you think you’re doing?”
She chuckles as I pinch my hand. This is actually happening.
”W-Wait…What’s your name?”
How the hell is THAT the first thing my mind jumps to?!
The owl blushes again, before smiling at me.
”It’s Ashley. What’s your name?”
”Anon. Anon Y. Mous.”
Ashley grins before running one of her claws down the fabric hugging my dick.
”Well, nice to meet you, Anon.”
At this point, I’m so goddamn horny that the rational thinking department of my brain decides to go on strike.
Before deciding otherwise, I grab a handful of her chest.
And a handful is an understatement here. Her boobs are so big that they don’t even fit into the confines of my palm and fingers.
”S-Soft…”
That’s about the only thing I can manage to say before my lips get glued together again.
Ashley gasps slightly at the sudden touch, but quickly leans into it, allowing me to cope a good feel of her tits.
”It’s a little odd, isn’t it? I mean, I’m a bookworm who never goes outside really. And yet I hit what many people would call the genetic lottery.”
I stare at her like a deer in headlights while she chuckles awkwardly, before my hand finds itself on the back of her head.
She looks at me, I look at her. Nothing needs to be said.
My lips connect with her beak, and I instantly feel her rough tongue trying to pry open my mouth.
Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck.
This is getting way too good to be true. I’m making out with a girl. And not just any girl, but the most drop-dead gorgeous, hot owl girl I’ve ever seen.
I can’t get enough of her. While our tongues are wrestling, my hand wanders from the back of her head down her spine, until I can feel her skirt.
She briefly breaks our kiss to look at me.
”Y-You can touch…if you want to.”
I don’t even have to think about it. I dive back onto her mouth while my hand slips under her skirt and into her underwear.
”Yo, Ash! Where are you? I need you at the front desk!”
A voice breaks the moment as Ashley quickly dashes away from me.
She wipes the spit from her beak, before fixing her clothes and poking her head through the door back into the main building
”Be right there! I-I’m just helping a customer with an order.”
She slips back inside and stands next to me.
And just like that, this burning feeling in my stomach vanished.
Shit…well, it was nice while it lasted.
Just as I turn to leave with the book in hand, I can hear paper rustling behind me.
I look back only to see Ashley holding out a piece of paper.
”M-My number.”
She quickly pulls back her hand and adds “W-Well, i-if you want it, of course.”
Her awkward shimmying stops when I take the paper out of her hand.
”I’ll send you a message later.”
She blushes like crazy before running out and to her desk.
I follow after her and head towards the exit.
I could’ve sworn I heard a faint celebratory cheer as I left. But that was probably just wishful thinking.
Still, that is going to be a lot to unpack when I get home.

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Pub: 16 Mar 2025 22:42 UTC

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