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"—And could you ease up on the Breegull Bashes!? That's not the only move we have!"
Kazooie's squawky comment (as well as the subsequent set of snaps at her friend's ear) came as a result of the so-called overuse of Breegull Bashes. And, for as effective as the move is, it never failed to catch her off-guard and, more importantly, dishevel her feathers. Kazooie, as any other self-respecting breegull, took tremendous pride in her appearance, and being slammed against both the ground and enemies was a good way to ensure that she'd be constantly preening to maintain it. Now as they amble back home after a day of exploring, fighting and collecting, Kazooie preened inside of Banjo's backpack, attempting to smooth her bright feathers as best she could in the small space.
"Sorry about that, Kazooie." Banjo responds bashfully before dodging another peck. "I guess that that's the first thing that comes to mind whenever someone charges at us out of nowhere."
"Yeah, well, come up with something different for once, you dopey bear…" Kazooie grumbles back before falling silent, more interested in her grooming than coming up with more insults.
By the time the bear and bird returned to their modest cottage, the sun was setting over Spiral Mountain, coloring the grassy land an orange hue. As soon as Banjo opens the door, Kazooie leaps from the backpack that held her, zipping to perch herself on the arm of their couch so she could properly continue to preen.
"So that's what you were doing flopping around back there." Banjo comments, shortly watching as she grooms herself before he plods off to search for some candles in the cabinets.
At that, Kazooie only shoots him a glare. Were Banjo any closer, she would've given him a well-deserved peck for the dumb observation but, for now, squawking would have to do. "Don't be so dense, bear boy. You're the reason I'm all rumpled up!"
"Oh. That makes sense." Was all that the bear responds with as he struck a piece of flint and steel together, attempting to ignite a fire on the found candles' wicks. When he has two lit candles in hand, Banjo returns to the parlor and sets them atop the mantle.
"Well, let me give you a hand, Kazooie! That's the least I can do!" With both hands now free and eager to help, Banjo looks for some way to be of use to her. To him, Kazooie didn't look too different from her usual self, but he had learnt to attribute some of her more high-maintenance points to being yet another considerable, and confusing, distinction between birds and bears as whenever he needed to groom, licking himself or rubbing against a particularly rough-textured tree typically does the trick, but he figured that Kazooie wouldn't appreciate those approaches as much.
For her, this required his utmost perceptivity.
"Uh, here, I'll get your back." He attempts awkwardly, smoothing his paws over her feathers, adding in some careful scratches. Her back should've been a sure enough bet, and her feathers there were tousled.
For Kazooie, the sudden touch made her shudder. It didn't feel bad — quite the opposite, in fact — but it was unexpected, being touched with such intent there. "B-Banjo, that's…" She warbles out, unable to come up with a coherent thought as she trembles. "That's not—ooh…"
"What's that, Kazooie?"
"That's… That's not helping!" She fusses, hopping from the couch's arm, away from Banjo's touch. "Geez, with your clumsy paws, you're probably only making it worse…"
Banjo was now thoroughly puzzled. He thought that he had been doing a good enough job of helping, and he could've sworn that Kazooie was enjoying herself too based on the noises she made. With an exhale, Banjo settles into the blue couch. "Could you at least tell me what I was doing wrong?"
"You mean besides everything?"
"Hey, I'm being serious."
"Alright, alright…" She mutters before pausing for a moment, attempting to put some thought behind her words and explain in the least embarrassing way possible. After all, what reason did she have to lie? "That spot — on my back and under my wings, too, they're.. sensitive."
"Good sensitive, like whenever you scratch behind my ears, or bad sensitive, like when you peck me behind the ears?"
Kazooie rolls her eyes at that. Despite already growing tired of Banjo's questions, she entertained him with answers. "The former, silly bear."
"So is that why you're all wobbly?" Banjo follows up, casually pointing at his friend, "and, uh, dripping?"
Kazooie could only manage to blink, too stunned to speak right then. She had genuinely hoped that that wetness wouldn't be too noticeable to him. "S-Shut up!" Was all that she came back with as she pressed her legs together, earning a laugh from Banjo.
"C'mon, Kazooie! If something feels good, you shouldn't be embarrassed!" Banjo asserts, chuckling. Despite his laughter, it wasn't mean-spirited. "I could help out, if you want." He offers before patting the couch's arm, encouraging her to sit.
Kazooie only looks at him, considering his offer. As charged as she was, she wasn't so eager to simply hop at the prospect. But as she wobbled where she stood, she was reminded of the wetness between her legs and how she was in no position to feign dispassion — not unless she wanted to stay sexually frustrated, anyways. "Alright, what's your plan, bear boy?" Kazooie asks, returning to her spot on the couch and looking down at Banjo incredulously.
"You can leave that to me for now." Banjo assures before scooping Kazooie into his arms for a short cuddle. As Banjo nuzzles against the feathers of her chest, one paw slides beneath her wing as the other supports her lower back. If an unwitting brush down her back could cause her to react so warmly, he wonders what a purposeful feel there would do. Although he wanted to exude self-assurance, this was all very touch-and-go as he was out of his depth when it came to exploring Kazooie's more ornithic points, but hanging on her coos and trembles was a sound enough measure of how he was doing.
"Ooh, Banjo… That feels good…" Kazooie gasps out, relaxing into his arms as the petting continues. If she wasn't "dripping" before, she absolutely was now. As she wriggles in Banjo's lap, she notes how focused he is on drawing out more moans and plumped plumes from her.
"Hey," she begins before guiding Banjo's gaze back on her with a nudge of her wing, meeting those big, dopey, blue eyes again. "You're doing great, you always make me feel great… Now stop thinking so hard — I don't need you to get a headache."
Banjo pauses his petting as his attention is pulled back to a Kazooie who is looking so lovingly upon him. She was always stunning to him, but in the low light of their cottage, her draw only seemed to amplify. "Oh, Kazooie," he croons before pressing a kiss onto her beak. "You can be a real sweetheart sometimes." In her own roundabout way, at least. "And so lovable," he continues after another kiss, earning a hollow groan from his bird, "and so squeezable, too—" Banjo adds, holding her tighter. "How'd I get so lucky?"
"Yeah, whatever — and you can be a humongous sap, like, all the time." Kazooie shoots back, flippant. Though she wouldn't say so out loud, deep down she found the cuddles and lovey-dovey slush cute — but right now, she had more pressing, colorful concerns to attend to than his cuteness.
"Banjo," Kazooie starts, wriggling around some. "Can you feel how wet you've made me?"
Now that she mentions it, he could feel a warm-ish puddle dampening one leg of his shorts. "Uh-huh," he gulps.
"Then maybe you should do something about that."
"Uh-huh," he repeats dumbly, moving the paw that rested under her wing and towards her vent. As his fingers slid over her, they were coated in her arousal. "Gosh, Kazooie. You're really warm." Banjo notes as he rubs along her entrance.
"Instead of stating the obvious, I can think of a better use for your mouth—ah-!!" Her remark ends on a pinched caw as Banjo had moved from simply touching over her vent, to now dipping his fingers in.
Banjo catches on to Kazooie's not-so subtle comment and, as indulgent as ever, he slides his fingers out so both paws would be free to cradle her, carrying her to their bed.
Settled atop of the bed now and with more room to canoodle, Banjo sprawls back, allowing himself to appreciate the sight of Kazooie mounted over him before guiding her toward him, pressing his lips to her vent. But before his tongue could loll out to lap at her, Kazooie scoots back some.
"Nope, not yet — I want you to feel good too." Kazooie states, reaching back to feel over Banjo's straining cock. "Wouldn't be right for me to have all the fun.."
"A pleasure shared is a pleasure doubled." Banjo adds in agreement, paws already working to undo his belt.
"Yeah, that." She snorts before turning around to face away from him.
Kazooie watches hungrily as Banjo's cock is freed from his shorts and wastes no time in diving down to sweep her tongue over him. Blowing with a beak was no easy number, but she made up for any clumsiness with open fervor. As she continues to twist her tongue along his length, a low, rapt growl could be heard from Banjo before he clasps his paws around her hips and pulls her backwards, pressing his lips again to her vent.
For Banjo, he could not have been more hung up on Kazooie — the tangy taste of her vent, the coos she'd make around him; all encouraging him to explore more over her. As his tongue laps over her, one paw moves up from her hip to testingly smooth down her back again, rousing her feathers to swell under his touch.
In her own libidinous daze, Kazooie was the first to climax, warbling as a pleasant full-body spasm poured over her. "Ooh… Banjo.." she coos out, stopping momentarily, attempting to catch her breath before dragging herself forward, planting herself atop his stomach. Focus quickly coming back to her, Kazooie returns back to the dribbling shaft before her, tittering to herself as she laved over him, earning a moan — now was her turn to revel in the noises Banjo would make.
It didn't take much to bring her bear to completion. With some slow, generous passes of her tongue along his cock, Banjo follows in release, spilling himself mostly in Kazooie's beak.
Spent, the two laid together, breathless.
"Now we're both a wreck, huh?" Banjo comments once he eventually recoups.
Kazooie giggles at that, hazy and aglow. "I hope you're up for running a bath.. or else we'll probably be glued together after a while."
"If that wouldn't be extremely uncomfortable, I don't think I'd mind that." Banjo says absently with a laugh, earning another giggle from Kazooie. "But you're probably right." He adds, taking one moment to savor their state before placing a single appreciative pat on her rump and nudging her off to get up. As he drags himself to the bathroom, Banjo licks over his lips, tasting Kazooie's lingering viscid. He's somewhat grateful that Kazooie's not focused on him to see the sappy smile that took to his face as he mused to himself how, even after knowing each other for so long, there were still new things to learn between them.