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Self Help.

Featuring Xylex, The Hippogriff.

"Mom! I'm home!"

"Dinners at seven, Xy; your father is running late tonight!"

"Okay!"

After a long day at senior school, all the hippogriff was thinking about was how good that hot shower was going to feel. Xylex quickly two-stepped up the stairs - tossing his rucksack in to his bedroom - before dashing in to the bathroom, his cheeks already warm thinking about the water.

"Finally... the one thing I can enjoy, all to myself." He muttered to himself as he quickly unbuttoned his already untucked shirt, casting it from his athletic body before starting on his trousers with one hand. With the other, he opened the shower unit's door to flick the switch on the terminal inside, instantaneously causing a rain-drop waterfall to fall over the dark blue feathers upon his arm - which naturally rolled off.

"Ugh... I can never do this one-handed..." he uttered, cursing at his slightly-tight trousers before resorting to using both hands. After a moment, the black formal wear fell to the floor, revealing turquoise feathered hooves, dark blue calves and thighs. Turning towards the full length mirror, Xylex's bioluminescent turquoise eyes began to scan up and down his body, admiring his athletic and toned form. He always loved his simple body colours: a deep dark blue all over, with a pure white frontal strip that covered the front of his neck, the breadth of his pectorals, and down to and including his equine-like sheath and testicles. With a flick of his long and pure white tail, his attentions turned to the steam coming from the shower unit.

Xylex quickly slid the bolt over on the bathroom door before jumping in to the shower, letting out a deep sigh as the hot water rolled over his body. In moments, his feathers began to bloom out, giving the effect that the athletic avian was much bigger than he actually was. He shivered a little as the hot water hit the flesh below the canopy of quills before his feathers settled down. The sensation of fresh hot water always gave Xylex pleasure and feelings almost akin to that of nostalgia and familiarity; the water feeling like a blanket on a cold winters night as the steam rose up and around the avians beak, filling his nostrils and lungs with rejuvenating humidity.

Whilst he was breathing slow and deep - enjoying the humid air - the male began to show just how much he was really enjoying things, as his glowing cyan tip began to show, his sheath filling out as blood surged to the area.

"Damn.. not again.." He rumbled, his voice dulled by the water hitting the floor.

Snapping out of his haze, Xylex began his usual cleaning routine which started with pouring avian-friendly feather-gel over his head before gently massaging it down and through his feathers. The routine was often long winded, but Xylex had got the routine down to a fine art; as he concentrated on his cleaning motions and patterns, his tip had receded slightly, but he knew it wouldn't be long before he had to take care of it.

"Xylex! Five minutes!"

"Okay mom!" Xylex shouted back as the water ran over his feathers one last time, cleaning away the dust and the suds that collected beneath his feathers.

He shut the terminal down before sliding the unit's door open, stepping out and on to the matt before taking his towel and wrapping it around his waist. He bundled his clothes up and tossed them in to the laundry basket, unbolted the door and peaked outside to check that the coast was clear before crossing over the landing and in to his bedroom.

"And... relax..." He said with a sigh. As he relaxed, his gut pushed on the fold in the towel, causing it to drop to the floor around his ankles. "...Au naturale, as they say." He muttered, sniggering as he kicked the towel to one said. Xylex slumped in to synthetic-leather computer chair, kicking away from it to roll back a few feet from his desk as he began to fully relax after his day.

An ear flicked as he heard his mother shut and bolt the bathroom door, the signal for the adolescent male to power up his computer and load up some quality porn. He navigated his folders with one hand as he itched and massaged his sheath with the other; it wouldn't be long before his glowing tip began to rear its crown again, quickly growing more so than it did in the shower.

"Okay... lets see what we've got here..." He muttered as he double clicked an MP4 file, giving the girthy base of his arousal a generous squeeze as the copied file named 'SelfHelp(1)' began to buffer and load. Xylex slumped against the back of his chair once more as he began to stroke the lower half of his veiny arousal, squeezing on the way up to encourage clear pre-cum to collect at the urethral opening of his cock. His cyan eyes passed over the images on screen - some random stallion jerking himself off just like the hippogriff was - as his cock throbbed in hand, but as the minutes passed, the stud in the video was seen to jerk off whilst sucking on his own flair.

"Well... I haven't seen that before." He commented shamelessly to himself before looking down over his cock. The collection of pre-cum had create a slimy stream that ran over the rim of the flare before trickling down the main shaft, becoming lube almost for the male to use as he masturbated. His eyes darted back to the video before darting back to his flair. "Worth a try, I guess..."

Xylex continued to stroke and squeeze the base of his cock as he sat up in his chair, lowering his head and opening his beak as he attempted to envelope the lubricated flair. He struggled to begin with - tilting his head this way and that, but soon managed to get his beak around that soft fleshy mushroom, closing his beak as best he could behind it. Now he'd gotten the hard part out of the way, Xylex picked up the pace a little - squeezing pre-cum to the opening so that he could scoop it up with his tongue tip before massaging all the way back down to the base. He closed his monitor down as he suckled on the throbbing flesh within his mouth, using that now free second hand to massage and squeeze at his sagging testicles.

"How did I not think of this before." He thought to himself, the feeling of his hot wet mouth tightly wrapped around his slowly widening rim, exasperated breaths being taken where he could through his nostrils as he pushed his head a little further over that wide flair. The hand that was massaging the precum-soaked lower portion of his shaft now stroked over the medial ring and up to the beak that engulfed the tip, keeping the rhythm whilst raising the tempo as those heavy testicles slowly raised up towards the main body of the males shaft, a sure fire sign that his orgasm was close to the tipping point.

Just before his climax hit, Xylex opened up his throat - just as he taught himself to, with thanks to some of the football team members - and prepared for the wave of pleasure to crash over him. Like clockwork, his balls hugged up against his shaft as rapid waves of viscous aqua blue fluid accompanied each and every muscular contraction, forcing a hefty stream to rush down that open throat. But due to edging himself the night before, this load was a fair bit above average, which caught Xylex by surprise.

His throat closed up, and the cum quickly backed up and into the avians nostrils as streams began to pour out of the holes in his beak. Overwhelmed, Xylex had to pull off of his cock just to get some air; and as he pulled off, the last three squirts of cum splattered over his beak, face, and cheeks before running down the top half of his cock as he coughed and spluttered just to get some oxygen.

As he settled in to his afterglow - still coughing and gasping to get some non-seminal air - a rap at the door was heard, which caused Xylex to panic, destabilising him as he fell off his chair and on to the wood-laminate flooring.

"Stop saving your school snacks for later Xy! Have you had your shower yet?" A male voice called out.

"Ye-Yes Dad!" He managed to say, coughing once again as he gathered himself off the floor, using his wet towel to try and clean himself quickly.

"Good, dinners in five. Help your mother lay the table!"

"Yes dad!"