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Mordecai's Muse

_ Written by: Ash Cinder _

_ Commissioned by: Anonymous _

Mordecai got the art studio ready as he waited for Margaret to show up, he placed the couch in just the perfect spot where the light would hit it just right. Everything was prepared, he just had to wait for her to show up.

He had asked her a few days ago if she'd let him paint her and was very excited when she said yes. He couldn't wait for her to get here, sit on that couch so he could get to work putting her to the canvas.

He didn't have to wait long as he soon heard a knock at the door. Mordecai rushed to open the door, to reveal Margaret wearing nothing but a robe. Mordecai blushed hard, excited to see her like this, and happy that she agreed to let him do a portrait of her.

"Hi!" She greeted as she walked inside.

"You all ready for me to paint you?" Mordecai asked her.

"Well, considering I've only got a robe on, I'd say I am."

"Right." Mordecai said, nervously scratching the back of his head.

"So, what pose do you think would be best?"

"Well, I have a couch set up right here, so I guess, just lay down on it and, we'll go from there?"

"Sounds good!"

Margaret let her robe fall to the floor to reveal her naked red and white body. Mordecai practically had to pick his beak up off the floor as he looked up and down at her feathered form, his eyes stopping at her nice, firm ass and tailfeathers. Margaret blushed and laughed a little when she saw his reaction.

"Well, I see you'll have no trouble focusing on me when you're painting." She joked.

Mordecai shook his head a little to try and regain his composure.

"Right, hehe." He laughed nervously. "So, go ahead and lay down on the couch, strike any pose you want."

Margaret walked over to the couch, her red butt shaking gently behind her as she walked, captivating Mordecai as he looked at her. She got on the couch and laid down on her belly, putting her legs in the air and her hands on her chin.

"Like this?" She asked.

"Yeah! Perfect!" Mordecai said.

He grabbed the paint brush and steadied his easel, his wings a bit shaky as he looked at Margaret's butt sticking in the air. She noticed this and wiggled it a bit, making him giggle. Mordecai dipped the paint brush into some red paint and began to start putting Margaret's image to paper.

"Draw me like one of your French birds." Margaret snickered.

"Stop, you're going to make me drop the brush!" Mordecai laughed and kept painting.

As Mordecai continued to stare at her his wing pretty much moved automatically with what he saw, painting her then the couch she was laying on. He looked at her voluptuous ass, the light giving a wonderful shine to it. Margaret couldn't help but laugh at his silly expression he made while he painted her. A bit of drool ran out of his beak while he continued with the painting, having finished with her and now starting on the couch she was laying on.

"How's it coming out?" She asked.

"Fantastic..." Mordecai answered, giving her a grin.

He got finished painting the brown couch and started getting the window behind her, periodically glancing back to her body, marveling at her cleavage that was pressed against the couch as well as constantly ogling at her ass. She really was the perfect model, sitting perfectly still waiting for him to finish, watching him paint almost as intently as he was watching her pose.

He added more color adding some shading and worked to get the light shinning off her butt just right. The whole picture was coming together perfectly the more he worked.

You'd think Margaret would have gotten a bit impatient or tired standing still for so long and waiting for Mordecai to finish, but she was willing to wait for as long as it took for the picture to be done and was excited to see the result.

Soon the painting was done, and Mordecai took a step back to look at it, comparing it to the real beauty sitting on the couch across from it.

"Is it done?" She asked.

"See what you think." Mordecai said.

Margaret got up and moved in front of the painting.

"Oh my!" She said, marveling at it.

"You like it?"

"I look beautiful!" She said, her face lighting up.

"Woo!" Mordecai cheered. "I'm glad you like it! I'll give it to you when it dries."

"Alright! Well," Margaret put her robe back on, "I'm gonna go home and get decent."

As she was about to head out of the art studio, she tripped over the table where Mordecai was keeping his paint and the contents of the table spilled all over her and her robe.

"Oh shit!" Mordecai exclaimed, quickly picking up the table and trying to get the paint off her.

"Oh no, no, no!" She pouted. "I love this robe."

"Aw man! Well, let's just head home and get you changed!"

"Okay."

Mordecai got Margaret in his car and they drove to his house. Once they got there, they took the robe off and threw it in the wash with some of the other clothes that were already in there.

"Well, I guess we should get you some new clothes too."

"I don't have anything at home." Margaret grumbled. "It's laundry day, and they're all in the washing machine already..."

"Oh... and I don't think I have anything that'll fit you..." Mordecai said awkwardly.

"So, what do we do?"

"Uh... hold on, wait here." Mordecai said.

Mordecai left Margaret in the laundry room and ran off to the kitchen.

"It's gotta be here somewhere..." Mordecai looked around. "There it is!"

Mordecai grabbed the kitchen apron that was hanging on the stove and ran back to the laundry room. He presented the apron to Margaret.

"Really?" She asked, looking rather unamused.

"It's all I got." He said. "Take it or leave it."

Margaret sighed and took the article of clothing from him and put it on, covering as much of her body as she could manage, which was hard as it didn't cover much. After Margaret put it on, she brushed herself off and turned back to Mordecai.

"Well, now that that's taken care of, how about we make some cookies?" She asked. "Could be a good way to pass the time, and I'm already dressed for the occasion." She did her best attempt at a curtsy in the apron.

"Yeah." Mordecai said nervously.

Mordecai started the washing machine and followed her out of the laundry room. As they walked out, Mordecai stammered as he glanced down at her exposed butt.

"Something wrong?" She turned around and asked.

"Huh? Uh, no! Nothing at all." Mordecai answered with a nervous expression.

"Well, let's go."

Mordecai followed Margaret into the kitchen, constantly glancing down at her ass as it wiggled back and forth when she walked. He tried to look away, but it was staring him right in the face. She walked over to the stove and got out a cookie sheet, spraying it down with cooking oil and taking out some cookie dough from the fridge.

Mordecai watched her barely clothed form in fascination as she started to mix the cookies around and put some of them on the tray. He looked at her ass still sticking out of the back of the apron and her cleavage sticking out of the front of the apron while she kept mixing the dough.

She looked over at him, and chuckled as he regained his composure and pretended like he wasn't just staring at her.

"Wanna come over here and help me?"

"Uh... sure." Mordecai said, walking over and grabbing another spoon.

They both mixed the cookie dough and placed balls of it onto the cookie tray. As they kept placing pieces of the cookie dough on the tray, Mordecai glanced down at Margaret's red butt again, only to notice a strange tattoo he hadn't noticed before. It was a black, heart shaped tattoo, and upon further inspection he noticed it had his name inside it.

Mordecai gasped and remembered his own tattoo in the exact same spot, which was also a heart, only with Margaret written in it instead.

"Hey, my eyes are up here." She joked, waving the spoon in front of his face as he looked down at her ass.

"Sorry, I was just checking out your tattoo." He smirked. "It's nice."

"Sure, that's the only thing you were checking out?" She asked, opening the oven and putting the tray inside it, wiggling her ass at him as she did.

"Yeah... also, since you showed me yours, I'll show you mine."

Mordecai pulled down the back of his pants and presented his similar tattoo. Margaret put her wing over her beak, shocked that they both had such similar tattoos. Then she giggled, a bit flattered that they both thought about each other the same way. Mordecai could see Margaret blush under the white feathers of her face.

"Wow!" She said, giggling a little. "How 'bout that?"

"Yeah, right?"

Once the cookies were all laid out on the tray, Margaret put on some oven mitts and picked up the tray, placing it in the oven. Mordecai let out a soft moan as he looked at her ass sticking out again when she bent over. He stared at it for as long as he could before she stood back up, gave him a quick glance out of the corner of her eyes and closed the oven with her butt.

Mordecai set the kitchen timer, so they'd know when the cookies were done. He took a seat over by the table, and Margaret took a seat across from him.

"So how long have you had that?" Mordecai asked.

"About a year." She blushed more. "What about you?"

"Seven months now, I think." Mordecai chuckled. "So, I guess that means you started crushing on me before I started crushing on you!"

"Guess so." She said.

"Thanks again, for letting me paint you." Mordecai said.

"Maybe you can do it again sometime?" She asked.

"I'd like that."

"Well of course you would, you focused more on me than the actual canvas you were painting on." She giggled.

"Oh no, does that mean the painting turned out bad?"

"No, no, it's actually really impressive how well you were able to replicate my image by just looking at me and putting your brush down on the canvas. You did a really good job."

"Wow, thanks!"

Just then, the timer went off.

"I'll get it." Margaret said, getting up and walking over to the oven.

"Careful, don't burn yourself." Mordecai warned.

"I won't."

Margaret put on some oven mitts and opened the oven, pulling the cookies out. Mordecai looked at her ass as she bent over.

"Looks like a full moon tonight." Mordecai giggled.

Margaret stood up straight and placed the cookies on the stove, letting out a giggle and looking behind herself at Mordecai, giving him a little smirk. She wiggled her butt again before using it to close the oven like she did before, and Mordecai gave a little suggestive whistle.

"Sorry, Mordecai, you can look, but you can't touch."

She did a slight dance, wiggling her hips about, before using a spatula to take some of the cookies off the tray and place them on a large plate.

Mordecai let out a bit of a longing moan while he looked at her dance back to the table.

"So, now that we told each other when we got our tattoos, how about we tell each other when we started feeling that way about each other?" She asked.

"Heh, well I guess I started feeling that way about you around eighth grade."

"Eighth grade, huh?" She asked, blowing on one of the sugar cookies before taking a bite. "Well, I think I started feeling that way about you around tenth grade. So, you were wrong, you started crushing on me first." She giggled.

Mordecai blushed under his blue feathers and reached for a cookie and took a quick bite before stammering and fanning his tongue with his wing.

"It's hot dummy!" Margaret laughed. "We just got them out of the oven!"

"I knew that..." Mordecai murmured and took a more careful bite of the cookie.

Suddenly the washing machine went off.

"Oop, sounds like the robe is done now." Mordecai said.

They both walked back to the laundry room and took the wet robe out of the washing machine.

"Oh right, it needs to dry too..." Margaret said, though she didn't sound too disappointed.

"Uh, yeah it does." Mordecai said, opening the dryer, putting the robe inside and turning it on.

After doing so, Margaret pinned him to the wall, making him let out a little squeak and pressed her barely covered body against his and he slowly wrapped his arms around her. They both pressed their beaks together and kissed passionately, finally acting on the desires they'd both been holding back for hours now.

Mordecai ran his hands down her back and rested it against her exposed ass, rubbing it and giving it a gentle grope, making Margaret moan. Seeing that this didn't bother her, Mordecai groped her ass harder, moving his hands around her bottom and giving it a gentle slap, making her giggle and she ran her own hands down his chest.

They both just closed their eyes and moved their tongues in and out of each other's mouths getting lost in the passion of the moment. Mordecai just kept rubbing her nice, perky ass, moving his hands around in circles on each cheek, and moaned into her mouth. He grinded his crotch against the front of her, making her giggle a little, before she broke the kiss.

"Didn't expect our evening to go like this." She said, running a finger down his cheek.

"Neither did I..."

"Maybe we should do this more often?"

Mordecai gave her ass a light spank, making her yelp slightly. She grinned and responded by grabbing his ass back. He grinned and moved to ties of her apron on her back and undid them. She gasped a bit in response as she felt them come undone.

"I think we need a little strip search." Mordecai said.

"How about we move it out of the laundry room first?" She backed away slowly from him and beckoned him with her finger.

Mordecai followed her to the living room and put his arm around her, slowly slipping the apron off her body and letting it fall to the floor.

He held her naked body close and gave her butt a few more gropes. She moaned and grinded her body against his crotch. He reeled his hand back a bit and gave her ass a good slap.

He took a seat on the couch and pointed to his lap. Margaret got over his knees and wiggled her ass and Mordecai rubbed it gently before giving her a nice firm spank. Margaret moaned and wiggled her ass again, enticingly. Mordecai spanked her twice, her ass now had a small red hand print on it.

Mordecai pulled Margaret up with him suddenly and pulled her into another kiss, rubbing the side of her face with one of his wings. He got an idea and undid his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He walked around behind her and pressed his own butt against hers rubbing them together. She rubbed back against him, moving her butt around in circles against his and he did the same, both starting a rhythm of rubbing against each other's butts.

"We should definitely do this more often." Margaret said with a giggle.

"You think?" Mordecai asked.

They were interrupted by the dryer stopping. They got Margaret's clean robe out and she put it on, letting Mordecai throw the apron in the dirty clothes pile. After Margaret put her robe on. Mordecai put his pants back on and they both got ready to head back to the studio and check on the painting.

"Well, now that that we've had all our fun, what do you say we go back to the studio and get the painting?" She asked.

"Sure, it should be dry now too!"

Mordecai led Margaret to the car and they drove off to the studio. As they drove Mordecai kept thinking of all the time they'd spent together today and how much more they'd gotten to learn about one another. Mordecai wanted to ask her out, all he had to do was just do it.

They parked outside the studio and Mordecai let Margaret inside. They both walked over to the painting, still looking good. Mordecai touched it, to test its dryness.

"It's good to go!" He gave Margaret a thumbs up.

"Great! Let's carry it to my car!"

They both grabbed an end of the painting and carried it out the door outside.

Just ask her! Mordecai thought to himself. She clearly likes you too! Just man up and ask her out!

"So..." He said, opening the back seat of her car, "I was wondering..."

"Yeah?" She asked, putting the painting in the back.

"We sure had a lot of fun today, and If you aren't doing anything next Saturday..." He went on.

"Mmhm?"

"You wanna maybe, see a movie or something with me?"

Margaret quickly gave Mordecai a little peck on the tip of his beak, making him jump a little, as he wasn't expecting that.

"That sounds fun!" She said.

"Really?"

"Yeah! I'll see you then."

"S-See you then!" He said, watching her get in her car and drive off.

Mordecai let out a happy sigh and walked over to his own car and started it. As he drove home he thought about how much fun he'd be having with Margaret on Saturday, he just couldn't wait, driving the rest of the way with a big grin on his face.