Sakuya had finally had it! If he didn't have a woman by the end of the month, there was no other explanation: he had gay. "Not this!" he shouted in the bathroom mirror, pecking wildly as his mind regressed to his previous evolutionary relative.

"If I am a… homosexual?" he paused as he choked on his own saliva at the thought, "I shall never be able to pass on my perfect genes to a new era. We shall be fruitless! Years of progress down the shitter."

Ryouta fluttered into the public men's room. "Yoinks, heidy-ho there, Sakuya," he sang in his barely-tolerable falsetto. "I hope you don't mind, I've got, like, a gallon of clear piss I gotta get out, so could you watch the door? I don't want anyone coming in here and seeing me overflow the urinal again."

Sakuya smashed his head on the sink to snap out of his sad stupor. "Ryouta, you've gotta stop drinking those 32-ounce off-brand mountain dews every morning."

"Well, sorry my stomach needs to be quenched," the rock dove defended. He went into one of the stalls, none of which had any barriers.

He began, and Sakuya couldn't help but stare at Ryouta's iridescent bottom. "Ah, no, bad Sakuya!" said Sakuya.

"Did you say something?" Ryouta asked, unable to hear anything over the constant deafening splash of his urine.

Sakuya could not respond. He could not move. He could not think of anything else; the image of Ryouta's fine ass filled every recess of his mind. It flashed green and purple as if beckoning.

The fantail finally gave in. "Ryouta, I am wondering if there are any other fluids you wish to expel."

Ryouta thought. "Huh. Now that you mention it, I've had this boner for a while."

Sakuya meant to say something totally different, but what came out was: "Me too. I really wanna put my dick in something."

Ryouta was enticed. "We're alone." All of Sakuya's feathers twitched with glee.

Before they knew it, Ryouta had taken a nosedive into Sakuya's Franco-Japanese hole. I'll donate to a sperm bank sometime, Sakuya compromised as he set his lust free.