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The day unfolded as expected. Picking up Kookie first, the bird took the front seat with Celina taking back. The choice was made to eat breakfast inside, letting the tigress discreetly dispose of the illicit trash. Their avian friend never once noticing the lingering scents in the car. An advantage to them having a far more sensitive sense of smell. School unfolded as normal. Classes, lunch, work, complaints. Leading back to them drifting back to the kookaburra household.

Celina lounged on the couch, her narrowed eyes barely watching the TV. Max stretched out on the other part of the sectional with Kookie sprawled haphazardly atop him. No games right now. The kookaburra was busily engrossed in watching the recording of Necropolis Monkies. Quiet coos slipping out as the dungeon-delving tale unfolded.

Though there was something about it that tweaked her whiskers. She'd only half-watched the series before, opting to browse her phone or the like while Russty and Max got their nerd on. Probably didn't help that the series had only been discovered a few months back, at which time the kookaburra had binged the entire thing. Bugging Max until he started as well. At three plus hours an episode, it was daunting to even think of starting. Now? Now, she'd heard the tales and in jokes for some time now. Which made a part of her rebel and not want to watch the series, actively tuning it out while it was on display. Now that she looked at it, there was something that twinged her about the host.

Max nuzzled Kookie's head, disguising it as him wiggling into the pillows to get more comfortable, "I thought Falcon was taking a week off?"

Quiet coos lifted at the nuzzling, "He did from crafting, but they couldn't leave the show on a cliffhanger after last week! Not with Laz having discovered that The Gargoyles had kidnapped his family. Thus forcing him and the rest of the group into a meeting they had been avoiding for months!"

As if on cue, the bluish-gray tiger leaned forward, gaze intense as he watched at the arguing players, "Guys," voices stopped the instant the Dungeon Master spoke, "We can't be at this all night. Some of you have day jobs to get to tomorrow." His slight smile was met with a murmur of laughter as the players shifted in their chairs. "Each of you knows what it means if you fail at this." His gaze scanned the group, a boar shifting nervously and glancing at his character sheet. While a bat nervously adjusted her glasses and looked sidelong at the boar. Falcon spread his hands entreatingly, "So, what is the plan? You have three days before this has to be done."

"Who is that again?" Celina's question came just as Sam replied, half-drowning out the boar's response over what his rogue-turned-monk was going to do to ensure his family's safety. "Seems familiar."

A sharp, PG curse burst from the kookaburra as he rewound and paused the video. "It's Falcon Seeker, founder of Seker Silverworks." Kookie nuzzled into Max's chest as he craned his head to look at the tigress, "Wow, you've been tuning this out hard, haven't you? We watch this almost every week."

"No," she started slowly, "I feel like I've seen him somewhere else before." Eyes narrowed as she stared at him. Taking in his neatly pressed shirt, those half-rim glasses perched atop his smiling maw, golden eyes soft with that laugh. Yet there was something hauntingly familiar about him that she couldn't quite place. Like she'd seen him somewhere before. "He's not in show biz is he?"

Kookie rolled his eyes, "Wow, you really have zoned him out." The kookaburra stole Max's phone. Grabbing Max's hand to unlock said phone, before jumping through some apps. "See?" the phone was then tossed at the tigress, "He's getting pretty famous for his props and the campaign he runs." Celina caught the phone with a chuff, starting to go through the feed of various costumes, props, and more that filled the media app. "Rumor has it that some people have tried to get him to voice act in games and things, but he hasn't wanted to put more on his plate. Not since he just moved." The bird draped across the tiger, "Anything else?"

Celina's brow perked as she looked over one project in particular, "Well, maybe. Nothing you'd be interested in though." She had tapped to send the post to her twin before remembering whose phone she was holding, "Figured out where I know him from. Check it."

Max barely caught the phone, nearly taking it to the face. The tiger snorted at his sister and looked over the post, confusion turning into surprised realization. "Is this?"

"Yep." Celina smirked.

"So all this time.."

"Seems like it."

"I never knew that he..."

"Well maybe you should pay more attention."

Beak clapped as Kookie huffed at the two tigers, "If you two don't stop that twin thing I am going to start singing and you've only got yourselves to blame." Max rolled his phone to show the lounging bird what the post was. Falcon and a couple other people standing around the newly finished table. "That's when they finished the new table. They consecrated it with a game as soon as the finish dried. Well, mostly dried, what about it?"

Without a word, Max scrolled through the post to show Falcon and a few of his compatriots lounging in his back yard around a half-finished table. Kookie frowned and huffed as he looked from the picture to the tiger with a look of 'so what?' So Max zoomed in on the picture, picking up the barest hint of people peering out of the house next door. "Two blurs?"

"Two tiger shaped blurs. One rose gold and the other orange." Celina stretched to tap at each as she pointed them out.

Eyes rolled and she looked to Max as the kookaburra leaned in closer to peer at the photo. "That's our house, Kookster. Looks like Falcon had moved in next door." The bird's eyes brightened as his attention shifted between the tigers and the phone with a gasp.

Max's fingers closed around Russty's beak and held it closed before the bird could explode into a cacophony of sound. Celina sighing, "Didn't know that he had moved in. Only saw him a few times leaving in his car and things like that. And no, we're not going to take you over there knocking on his door cause you're a huge fan. It's a little rude isn't it?"

The bird let out noises of acknowledgment, beak still held shut. Max holding until Kookie's feathers started to lay flat. "Okay, I'll be cool. I can be cool. You two know just how cool I can be." Head lay on the tiger's chest, "It's so awesome though, knowing that The Falcon is so close to you guys!" Beak clattered with a barely restrained excited call. "Ah man, I'm supposed to be getting a replica of Fatebinder from him. I tell you guys that I got the raffle for that spot?"

Eye rolled, but the tigers smiled, "You said, but you also mentioned it was gonna be expensive."

Kookie nodded, turning the motion into a slight nuzzle, "Yeah. Family was planning a vacation. I leveraged my plane ticket and part of the trip into me getting the prop. Just means I've gotta stay behind."

"Which reminds me," a voice called from upstairs, followed by the creaking of the stairs as Russty's father came wandering downstairs. Taking in the trio with a glance and not commenting about the fact that the teens were laying fairly close to each other, or that his eldest was practically laying on top of Max. "Your mother called up and had asked if you two could crash here." He leaned against the door frame and sighed, "I'd be alright with just Max crashing here cause..." he trailed off a second, "you two are just a pair of guys and all, but you know the rule."

Celina waved her hand, "I've gotta chaperon the pair of them. Keep them virtuous." She heaved up from the couch and wandered to the closed closet door, "Dig out the airbed too."

Max eased out from under Kookie, "I'll get the table moved."

Russty hopped up, "Getting the spare bed sheets!"

Richard stepped aside as Russty ducked past him, scrambling up the stairs while the tiger twins started to rearrange the room. Watching a moment as he pushed his glasses back up his beak, "I also talked with your mother and... while his mother isn't a fan of the idea I put my foot down. It seems that you two will have a house guest for a couple weeks this summer." he flashed a smile and clicked his beak, "Not exactly a fair exchange mind. I mean, you guys are here a weekend, but you get..." he trailed off as he heard some screeching and arguing from upstairs as the rest of his brood burst into the house and intercepted their older sibling.

"We'll call it even," Celina teased.

Beak clapped, "Probably about right there." He flashed a quick smile and angled his head, "Just gotta deal with one of the Riot Squad instead of all of them." All heads turned to look at the ceiling as something crashed upstairs, "Will do what I can to keep them out of your hair." The elder bird snapped a sloppy salute before marching upstairs to see what was ruined.

"Your bravery is commended," Max snapped a salute back. Another crash had the twins share a look, wondering what type of weekend they were in for. Sharing a twinned sigh before just setting about getting the bed set up.

Russty came barreling down the stairs with all the grace due a drunken elephant, practically throwing the spare bed sheets onto the couch. "Had to get the spare, spare bedding. Hope you guys don't mind flannel." the sheet was flicked out over the bed. Which had been positioned to turn the sectional itself into an oversized bed. One which they barely got the sheets on before Kookie launched himself onto it. Clambering up to kick out with a contented, "Ahhh."

Max climbed up with a bit more care, getting comfortable with a blanket. The kookaburra moving to tuck up alongside him almost immediately. Arm draping around the smaller avian without so much as a thought. Celina the last to slink on, opting to sit more on the couch and curl against the armrest. "I'll go get us some clothes and the like in a little bit." She stretched out with a yawn, resting cheek on her knuckles. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly as the video started up again.

A soft croon came from the avian as he curled against Max's side. Both tucked under the blanket, watching as the recorded dungeon delvers openly admitted that their plan wouldn't work.

Despite how engrossed he was in the episode, it wasn't long before Russty's hand began to wander. Easing across Max's thigh and tracing slow circles. A smile flicking across his feathered cheeks as he felt the tiger draw a slow breath. Not quiet a full gasp, but that restrained little huff that the bird knew well. Max shifting his leg just a little to lift that cover. Giving the kookaburra enough room to open the tiger's pants as quietly as possible. Gaze darting to the tigress as the belt was loosed and zipper eased down.

Celina's ear twitched as she watched the pair from the corner of her eye. Oh she knew exactly what that little leg shift meant. And even as sneaky as Kookie thought he was being, her sharp ears picked up that metallic chime as the belt came undone. A noise she chose to pretend that she didn't hear. Same way she chose to ignore the way her brother began to bite his bottom lip.

Max tried to keep his attention on the screen, but it was pretty hard to focus with someone's hand down your pants. He cut off a moan, letting the noise trail into a deep breath as those feathered fingers trailed over his cock. Even with his sister's help earlier, he was pretty pent up. Which meant that Kookie's gentle petting brought him to full mast in record time. Hell, he was mostly hard before the bird's fingers even found his cock this time.

Russty stretched against Max, gently sliding his legs on either side of the tiger's thighs. Laying his cheek on his friend's chest, he breathed out his own quiet croon. Releasing his gentle grip on the turgid cock, he took Max's hand and guiding it between his own thighs. The elastic of the bird's at-home shorts readily stretching to let the hand slide right between feathered thighs. Soft warmth greeting the tiger's knuckles.

Kookie's soft, pleased sigh whispered against Max's chest as the kookaburra stretched against him. Eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he let thighs squeeze around the hand. Max rolling his hand just a little to rub the back of his fingers up between the bird's thighs. Kookie breathing out a whispery sigh of his own. Body arching towards Max's side as he narrowed his eyes with that moaning hum.

The bird moved his hips just enough to grind his groin against Max's knuckles. The finest of feathers giving way to a warm slit.

He huffed and turned his hand so he could feel that warmth. A gentle nip at his collarbone with a whispered, "Nah," made his hand turn back. Those quiet coos slipping from the bird as his thighs squeezed around the trapped hand. A breathless sigh whispering against him as the kookaburra began to grind on his hand a little harder now. Max's eyes narrowing ever so slightly as that warmth started to bask his knuckles. Fingers twitching as he fought the urge to rub his friend's privates.

Judging from the way that the bird's laugh bubbled against him, Russty knew just what was going through the tiger's mind. Curling fingers against the cock, he just started to stroke. Easing Max's foreskin back so he could toy with the tip. Spreading the tiger's precum across his head and letting it stick against fingers. Taking his time with his friend to tease and toy. Casually pressing the cock against the tiger's belly fur and rubbing with his palm. Stretching a bit to get the remote and turn the volume up another notch or two. Hiding the tiger's quiet moans with the sounds of dice rolling.

Speaking of rolling dice. Russty's hand dipped down to roll his friend's sac. Gently massaging the balls and feeling just how heavy they were.

Celina kept watching the pair from the corner of her eye. She knew her brother well enough to practically read his mind. The way his whiskers were twitching, that angle to his ears, how his jaw trembled. If Kookie wasn't careful he'd wind up with a big mess.

Now, there was the temptation to just leave her brother like that. Let the Kookster tease and get him really worked up. Didn't take much for her mind to wander back to that morning. The way Max's hands had dug into her, how his mouth felt as it closed around her throat, his growls, snarls, and not to mention the way he'd filled that condom. She knew how she felt during heat, but she'd only had sex ed and second-hand stories from Max about how it felt for him. Even now, just watching him twitch under the attentions of their friend, his control surprised him. He had to be clawing at the couch to get to it. It'd be cruel to make him wait.

"Ah fuck."

Celina heaved the words out as she stretched, "There's still like two more hours of this isn't there?" A huff heaved from the tigress as she sat up, "I don't know how you two can sit there, watching this for so long each time. I'm gonna go home and grab a couple things." Her entire body dropped from the stretch, "Anything you need while I'm there?"

As if to make matters worse for him, Kookie's stroking only picked up. Slick feathers tickling at the exposed crown, "Yeah. Need my chargers while you're there. Forgot to pack them."

Kookie flopped his head on Max's chest and stretched out, thighs squeezing around the hand slowly, "Burger and fries sounds good." A grin flashed on the kookaburra's features, "Dad said he was taking the Riots out for a movie and food so we're on our own tonight."

Shoulders rolled, "Burger and fries, and..." Celina trailed off as she pointed towards Max. Pretending not to notice how Kookie's hand was bumping the blanket.

Max's ears twitched back, "Chili dog sounds good, extra onions."

Celina wrinkled her muzzle, "Hope you're not planning on kissing anyone tonight." Hopping up, she heaved a sigh, "Alright, be back in a few."

Ears perked as she started up the stairs, Max not daring to look. Though Russty craned his head to watch as the tigress moved up the stairs. His thighs squeezing slowly as her voice drifted down from above, explaining to the older bird where she was going to.

A grin flashed across feathered features, "Blanket," came the coo. Max flicking the cover back as Russty squirmed out of his shorts, revealing his lower half. The tiger arched upwards, pushing his own pants down to his thighs. Raging cock springing free. Heavy, cream-colored sac laying on his thigh. Watching as Kookie kicked his shorts under the blanket and readily straddled his hips.

They took a second to admire each other. Fur and feather matted with shared arousal. The scent wafting up to fill Max's nostrils as they finished their partial disrobing. Breathless chuffs coming from the tiger as the kookaburra happily straddled him.

Max had to bite his bottom lip to keep from groaning as that warm, inviting slit rubbed against his cock. "Everything okay?" Kookie teased quietly. Hands coming to rest on Max's shoulders even as he casually ground against his partner's cock. Shivering as those fleshy barbs tickled against his bare lips. "Acting like you've really got to blow." Easing his hips back, the kookaburra reached down to weigh the tiger's sac. "Oooh, feeling nice and heavy."

Cupping the cock, the avian lifted it up so he could slide forward. Max's breath catching in his throat as those petals eased against the underside of his cock. Eyes focused on those pale lips as they eased higher until they were gliding across his exposed glans. Feathers standing up as the bird eased down his cock. Warm, slick walls gripping at the invading member. The walls were smoother than Celina's, tighter as well. Clinging to his length and rippling around him. Before, a part of him had wondered if the kookaburra was that much tighter because he was smaller, or if it had anything to do with being an egg-layer.

Max's hands gathering at the haphazardly tucked sheets. Fighting the urge to just pound up into his friend. He wanted to give himself over to it and let his full attention soak into the bird that was sliding down his cock. But he knew better. While most of his attention was consumed by the much lighter guy in his lap, he kept an ear tuned towards the stairs.

He was trembling as Russty came to rest against his base. The tiger's twitching cock buried fully within that avian pussy. Feathered fingers pushing his shirt up to rub his furred belly. "There we go," came the playful coo, "Feels good doesn't it?" Dyed tail feathers fanned with each clench of the kookaburra's insides. Kookie's eyes narrowing as he sat up, sleek body rolling with each of his slow grinds, "Much better than a toy or fingers." Max could only growl in agreement as those hips lifted. Not far, barely even an inch, before dropping again. Taloned toes curling against his thighs as Kookie ground into him. Moving just enough to keep the tiger worked up without going any further into the act. Each roll of Russty's hips paired with a throaty croak; silky smooth wall drawing him deeper.

Celina's voice called from up the stairs, "Alright, I'll be back in a few." Max's head craning to follow his sister's steps as she went out the door. More steps above. The creaking of wood only just heard through the drop ceiling. Louder patters as Kookie's younger siblings rushed around. Most of Kookie's family mere feet away while he sat firmly on Max's cock. Anyone could just walk down the stairs and see them in the midst of their tryst. It was a huge risk. One that Max knew Kookie loved to take. The kookaburra's insides fluttering against the cock as feet raced near the stairs. Thighs shaking as a younger sibling called out, started down the stairs, only to be called back by his father.

Sometimes Kookie would work himself into a riding frenzy without thinking. This time, the kookaburra just continued to casually grind. His tail feathers lifting and falling, tickling Max's bared legs. Max ground his teeth and gripped the couch. Fighting every urge he had to just heave over and rail the bird as he had his sister that morning. His heart was starting to pound in his ears. The heavy thumping nearly drowning everything else out.

Kookie leaned down, whiskers twitching as the kookaburra's beak slipped past them. The feel of his friend's body against him crackling through his senses like electricity. Whispered words grating, "I could go like this all afternoon. Just tease you until Celina gets back and... Werrrk!"

Enough, it seemed, was enough.

The surprised noise cut off whatever was going to be said. Kookie staring up at the wild-eyed tiger that loomed over him. A shiver passing through him as those lips pulled back to reveal glistening pearly whites. Max's deep-chested growl driving the bird further back into the couch as those hands slammed down on either side of his head. The kookaburra's body stiffened, feathers laying flat as that surge of primal fear raced through his body.

Only to be quickly replaced by that surge of raw pleasure as the tiger drew back. Barbs rasping pleasantly against his inner walls. Each scratch making the avian's egg-tunnel ripple about the big cat's girth. Kookie threw his head back and happily wrapped his legs around Max's waist. Beak clattering as the tiger's larger frame crashed against his slight form. The impact rocking him higher on the couch. Hands flying up to brace against the padded back as the tiger went from passive to savage in a matter of a second. Each thrust coming harder than the last. Driving the breath from his lungs. Pleasure-filled gasps being driven from the kookaburra as the tiger ravaged him. Head rocking back and throat trembling as that signature kookaburra cackle started to build. Ready to announce to the world just how much fun he was having with his striped friend.

Before the sound could do more than make his throat quake, it was silenced. The tiger's jaws finding Russty's throat and squeezing down. "Urrk!" eyes went wide as the sound was cut off. Max's hot breath puffing against Russty's neck.

Max was always exceptionally careful when he did this. Keeping his lips tucked around sharp teeth. An ear turned towards Russty while the other remained angled at the door. Mindful of Russty's hands as they clung to shoulders and arm. If that grip loosened or the hand tapped three times then he'd release instantly. He had been worried when Kookie suggested doing this the first time. The more they practiced and tried, the more he enjoyed it as well.

Even with the plumage padding, he could feel Russty's heart hammering against his lips. The way his throat worked as the kookaburra tried to gasp for air. Grip tightening on his shoulders as those legs drew him closer. The taste, smell, sound, and feel were overwhelming. Russty trembling under him as an orgasm shook through the avian's frame.

Russty could feel himself start to grow light-headed as he came. Beak hanging open as he shuddered and shook under the tiger's assault. Just as the edges of his vision were starting to darken, the jaws loosened. His entire body heaving up into Max's with a heavy gasp. Max letting him have just that quick gulp of air before the hold tightened, cutting off any further noise. Tail feathers fanned and pressed up, flicking against the big cat as he squirmed and held on tight. Clenching around his friend as his pleasure soared. The kookaburra absolutely soaking the tiger's groin as he came and came again.

Even with Celina's help earlier, Max knew his finish was close. Part of him screamed that he was getting too hard, that he was either going to break Kookie or someone was going to hear his throaty grunts and the impact of his hips on the bird. He couldn't stop himself though. Thrusts coming faster and harder. Drawing his partner closer as he shuddered. Motions faltering for a beat before he drove every inch into the bird. Pent-up sac leaping as he unleashed his load into the unprotected pussy.

Max pulled away slowly, chest heaving as he tried to calm himself. Russty's hands fell limply from his shoulders. The kookaburra's head laying flat on the couch. Neck feathers matted from the tiger's saliva. Completely limp and unmoving, a half-smile plastered on that beak.

Worry raced up his spine, "Kookie?" Max hissed. Nothing. "Russty?!" His voice lifted as he shook the bird.

"Ahh, stop!" Russty slapped at his hands, "Let a guy ride out his afterglow, will you." The kookaburra groaned, reaching up to rub his throat, "Holy fuck that was good," his voice a rough croak. Shivers racing through the feathered form as he stretched against Max. Legs still tight about the tiger's hips, not giving him so much as an inch. Kookie coughed and stretched with a pleased coo. "Hadn't cum that hard in a while."

Max chuffed, leaning in to nuzzle the feathered cheek. "I was worried I had..." His ears fell back a bit as he looked away, "gotten too rough."

Kookie croaked a very rude noise, "Too rough? Please, you're a big pussy cat." Even as he said that, he was rubbing his throat and looking at the tiger. "Hey," he brushed Max's cheek and turned the tiger's head to look at him, "It's okay. Besides, we practiced maw-to-beak breathing techniques. Which aren't gay cause they're life saving."

He couldn't help but smile. "Uh huh, and what about..." he gave a thrust. Driving a quiet croak from the bird.

Legs unwound from hips, "Still not gay." Kookie lay there as Max drew away. His walls trembling at the now-familiar scraping of barbs. "No balls touched therefore by internet law it is not, Jesus H!" Kookie sat up as the tiger's cock came free. Legs spread wide as that thick cum drooled from his gaping slit. Tickling down fine feathered rump to pool on tail feathers. "Just how pe..."

"Shh," Max's ears twitched as footsteps approached the stairs. Tiger and kookaburra quickly dropping back to their side-by-side lounge. Blanket getting yanked into position to cover their bare lower halves. Clothing either hidden or on enough to disguise their indecency.

Julia perked her head in the door, "Ruth, we were..." a frown creasing her feathers as she looked at the pair. "Where's Celina gone to?" Her suspicious eyes darting over the rumpled pair, haphazard bedding, and general disarray caused by the rapid rearrangement of the furniture.

Max rolled his head, looking at the older bird with a quiet chuff, "She went out to get a change of clothes, Ma'am. Should be back pretty soon."

Arms crossed, "Well, we were about to head out, but we can wait."

That frown deepened. Russty heaving a sigh towards his mother, "It'll be okay, Mom. Celina is just running there, food, and back. How much trouble can we get into in twenty minutes?" Russty waved a feathered hand at the TV, "We're just being dorks and watching some videos." There was something exceptionally naughty about talking to his mother while Max's cum continued drooling down his thigh. It was so delightfully sinful and he loved it every time. Julia's eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she gave them that look that every mother seemed to come preinstalled with. The look that said she knew something was up, but wasn't sure what. "Mooom, it's Max. He's my bro, we're just gonna keep watching videos and get into games."

Julia's feathers lifted as she prepared a protest. Luckily, Richard leaned around his wife, "Kookie's right, Jules. They're both quickly becoming adults and have proven themselves to be trustworthy." He draped an arm around her midsection and tried to pull her back, "It'll just be a few minutes. We need to get going before the Riots start again."

She resisted a moment before heaving a sigh and letting herself be pulled. "Fine." She pointed a stern finger at them, "Do not do anything I will regret."

Kookie lifted three fingers, "Scout's honor we'll be on our best behavior."

"Fine," hands were thrown up, "fine! Just come lock the door behind us. Kids, out to the car!"

They watched and listened as Russty's parents headed upstairs. A wave of feet cascading through the front door and out. Waiting until the last of the footsteps fled and the door was kicked shut. Blanket getting thrown back with an exclamation of, "Gaw! She is so..." feathers stood on end as the kookaburra voiced a frustrated noise, "Well you know." Kookie looked at the mess between his thighs again, "You were fucking backed up, Dude."

Max grabbed his belt and held on, waddling to Kookie's half-bath to retrieve a wash cloth, "Yeah, someone told me not to jerk off until this weekend."

"Sounds like some asshole." Kookie shivered as fingers ran over the blissfully sore lips and through the sticky mess. "Holy fekkity fek, I am so glad that we can't smell as well as you tigers can. I bet the whole place reeks of sex."

Max tossed a warm cloth out, nearly catching the kookaburra in the face, "It kinda does, yeah." He leaned against the bathroom door frame and cleaned himself off. Watching with a pleased chuff as Kookie tried to clean himself up. "Think I've got some scent killer in my bag." Warm water felt good on his groin, and despite how he tried to stay calm it was hard not to start getting worked up as the kookaburra kept cleaning.

Russty stood up and winced as his head spun. "So, how bad is the whole heat thing? I mean, can't help but hear about it in sex ed. Spent a whole day on that and yet egg-laying only got a passing mention." He huffed, tail fanning as he shambled towards the bathroom.

"It's..." he trailed off as he stepped away from the door. "it's pretty bad for Celina. She said it's like being horny almost all the time. It's not uncontrollable, 'OH GOD I NEED TO FUCK!' but it's this constant thing. For me... Get a whiff and it just starts to get at me. I need to get off, I need to find whoever is in heat and just..." he let out a deeper growl. "I mean, it's bad enough normally, but then..."

He trailed off as the kookaburra knelt before him. Eyes going wide as Kookie wrapped his fingers around his still-hard cock and began to pump. "Why didn't you tell me, man? I mean," he trailed off, "how hard was it waiting for that?"

Max huffed, ears folding back as the avian's tongue bathed over his tip. "It... it's not bad usually. I can hold off when you ask me to." Claws flexed as he arched towards the stroking hand, bucking into the hand as he huffed. "Started to hurt a bit this time. I was having trouble getting to sleep last couple nights. Then this morning, Mom was asleep on the couch so I got..."

Russty's beak nibbled over his tip. Just a playful little motion before his tongue swirled around the cock. Hand flying over the shaft as he crooned playfully. "Shhh, just let it go, Bro."

That was easier done than said. No sooner had he been given permission than the tiger uttered a rumbling growl. Shoulders slamming against the wall as he drove towards the beak. Thin, avian tongue bathing the underside of his bare cock. Beak open wide as the tiger came. Thick jets of cum splashing the kookaburra's tongue and craw. Max's cum practically pouring down his throat as he churred. Head tilting as he leaned in, letting the tip rest as deep as it could go. Kookie making sure to milk the tiger with fingers and tongue to get every drop he could.

A heavy sigh heaved from the tiger as he finished his climax. Kookie making sure to clean him up with long sweeps of his tongue. Leaning back with a wide grin, "There. Now, next time it starts to get bad you fucking tell me. I don't need my stripes getting himself worked into a frenzy again, understand?" Even as he chastised the tiger, the more dominate bird was carefully pulling the tiger's pants up and making sure that he was tucked in and dressed.

"Well," Max chuffed, "So long as it's not weird or anything like that."

Beak chattered, "Oh, could you ask Celina to bring me a shake? Good as the tiger's milk is, throat's still a bit sore."

Max got his phone and a small spray bottle of scent killer. Nose wrinkling as the somewhat spiced scent filled the air, "Apple spice? Ugh," he huffed, typing out the quick message. Couple sprays down the couch and blanket too just in case. Glancing at the video that still droned on, he hummed. They'd missed a bit but it didn't matter. Kookie would probably re-watch it a time or two. "Hey, Kook?" he wandered back to the bathroom. Watching as the kookaburra cleaned up feathers and dried them. The kookaburra humming a question as he kept trying to catch and clean the cum dripping from him. "Have you given it anymore thought? Being a couple, I mean."

Russty hesitated before smiling, "Hey, nah we can't do that. I mean we're just a pair of bros hanging out and helping each other out." Looking away as he started to dry off crotch feathers. "Besides, you've got a lot of girls that'd love to be with you."

A low growl rolled up, "I'm being serious." Tail twitched as they stared at each other. "Ko... Russty I don't want to be with anyone else. You are my best friend and there isn't anyone else I'd want to be with."

Feathers lay flat slowly, "Max, I... I've been shit on every since I made my choice. I don't want you to start getting the same flak I am from all these assholes." Russty's attention slowly shifted to stare into the mirror. Examining his features with a very critical eye. "I'm a fucking mess, Man. You deserve so much better than what I am."

Max's gut clenched hard as he saw the hurt on his friend's face. "Hey," the word barely more than a whisper. Kookie stared at the mirror. Moving over, he reached for the bird's shoulder. Kookie winced, pulled away, and stopped; leaving Max's hand hovering there, waiting for the signal to move nearer.

The bird was still tense, eyes lowered and refusing to look at him. "I've been there with you since you made your choice. Backed you every step of the way." A chuff came from the tiger, "I keep thinking about it and I keep coming up with the same thing. Why would I want anyone else when I've already got the best?" Kookie still refused to look at him. "It doesn't matter what you are, what matters is that you're the Kookie Monster and I love you. We're both fucking messes, but we're messes in this together."

A moment passed. Max letting his hands fall to his side, "You know how I feel and you know I'm here for you. No matter what you want me to be."

No sooner did he start to move than fingers brushed his wrist. Hands sliding down to grip his gently, drawing the tiger's stronger arms around him. Inviting the big cat to move closer. The slight kookaburra leaning back into his chest with a little sob. Practically melting into the grip as Max held him close. Feathers ruffling against the big cat as he was embraced. Head falling back to his chest as a quiet croak eased from his throat, "Max?" Kookie's head lay back, beak brushing his cheek.

"Hmm?" He nuzzled the feathered cheeky beaky.

Russty stroked those arms slowly and lay his head back into Max, shoulders shaking quietly. "Thank you." The head lifted to look in the mirror. Silent tears matting the cheek feathers as Russty looked at himself. Then eyes focusing beyond and up at Max. The tiger wrapping his arms tighter about the avian in a silent promise of support and solidarity.

"We'll be pretty gay though."

"Only if the balls touch."

Kookie rubbed his arm, "Touché."

Max's cheek rubbed into Kookie's neck, "You know that's not how you pronounce that."

"I know, but it's what I'm doing."