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Greetings, my dear audience! My name is Marcus Heckinberry. Here I come to you with yet another commission collaboration from goodBassyBefuddle, formerly known as BassyWolfeh. This particular portrait and piece is the sequel to my other masterpiece, How to Find the Last Jiggy, and takes place in the same time as this image. O, do I adore how it turned out! And with all luck, you'd fancy yourself, as well, my fellow patricians!

Now, I might harness the soapbox in this soliloquy to give great thanks to BassyBefuddle - once more, he was absolutely grand to work with. An extremely talented artist of the mind and the pen, an honest man and a beauty to talk to, deserving the vastest kingdom of respect from all who grace his domain! Please, do grab a commission or two from him-and if you fancy yourself a drama, I'd direct you to his comic, Windborn! Now, now, the untrained eye might accuse me of saucy foot sniffing for clandestine golden exchange, but nay; my pockets are empty. So, do give him a watch, if you please! Yes, yes!

Finally, there exist many an alternate form of this image, all of which you may fancy yourself to in this links:

Normal: (x)

Cum: (x)

Anyhow, on with the show!

Thanks to DukeFerret and Patrigue for proofreading!

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One-Up

Banjo whimpered as he walked completely naked through the crowded airport, grimacing like an author cringing at what he wrote eight months ago. The blush on his cheeks was like a tattoo; how many hours had it been? How many people had seen him like this? It was uncountable by now, and by god, was it still coming: wide eyes, wide grins, pointing fingers, flashing phones; he'd seen it all. Murmurs in conversation were lost within reverberating echoes and intercom calls while the nude bear tread as stealthy as a fire truck with nine hundred sirens. Center hallway, spacious and open, heated atmosphere, the crowd talking in waves, yet the unsettling chills on his bare ass, big balls and six-inch flaccid penis pinball flipping between his thighs always made him the number one view in the room. Looking out down the huge hallway before him, he struggled to ignore the new pack of spectators, backpack rattling against his fur multiplying his feeling of exposure as he pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming.

Four pips, no dice; red feathered swagger in her stride, his breegull girlfriend, Kazooie was teasing him along the way. A visor away from being just as nude as him, she kept nonchalantly staring forward as if it was just an average day. A snicker from her beak came every time they passed a store with some t-shirts...she knew exactly what she was doing. Sure, Banjo had the backpack, but she had their tickets; and if he ever thought to put an end to his humiliation, she'd flash them once in his face with the flair of a peacock and smile as he gave in. That wasn't how it worked around here. Some might call it sadistic, but deep down, it had a purpose. How he'd submit himself so easily. How he gave into her every command, ever since the start. The math doesn't add up any other way. The heart was an open book, but the sex drive is a jungle; well, if the path to the wild side gets you bitten by the cougar, then the bandage only helps if you find your way out.

So, the rule stuck: no clothes allowed. Naked in public for all to see. But though their audience teased, they never yelled for answers. Banjo sifted his fingers around a forest green magazine labelled "Got Honey?" on the back in his hand as he pivoted from another camera. The static of television hung up to the ceiling caught his attention, a suited otter with a microphone talked as the shiny, red headline below him read:

"NEVER BEFORE SEEN FOOTAGE: Sexually Attractive Man Walking Naked In Quare City; Shocks Political Leaders All Across the Globe".

He sighed, whimpered, shielding his eyes with the magazine. Like the frail, feeble minded newcomer wanting a spoiler-free sequel, all he wanted was a pair of shorts, but of course, that couldn't happen. Memories ran through him of Kazooie walking him completely naked through Quare City in search of the final jiggy; but alas, they had the wrong city, so they had to book an airline to the right place. He looked back over to her longingly; her confident smirk was gone again, replaced with that of mild boredom.

Well, maybe that was a sign. Decency? Maybe. Banjo shyly brought his hands just over his-

"Nope," Kazooie scolded, swatting his hands away from his crotch. "If they want to see, then let 'em see."

Banjo sulked, but he complied, and another wave of amused laughter hit him from his left.

"It just doesn't make sense, Kazooie!" he groaned. "Why'd everybody have to laugh at me like that?"

Kazooie shrugged and loudly slurped her Freezeezy Squeezie. "'Cause it's funny."

Banjo blinked. "But you're n-...n-n-"

"Naked?" Kazooie teased. "Yeah, but it's way funnier to watch my big bear walk around with his pants right on my shoulder."

"Well, if ya hadn't cuffed me, I woulda took 'em and changed my mind."

"Banjo, those weren't even handcuffs, I just hooked two strawberry donuts together with some paper clips."

He hung his head again. "Oh..."

"Now come on," she said, "we're almost at the train!"

The last thing they passed was a Cinnabon, whose waiting line erupted with a riot of jeers before they descended a staircase towards the dark, stone-walled station below. The bare bear was reluctant to enter the block of roughly forty or so people, tightly packed and twiddling their thumbs on their devices, but Kazooie wasn't about to let him wait it out. His bare feet felt strange and grimy against the cold, bumpy metal, giving him goosebumps, his face pinching at the sensation. Kazooie laughed and gave his man-meat a smack, letting it swing like a pendulum, the two men standing nearby turning away rapidly as they forced their laughter in.

"What was that for?" Banjo demanded.

Kazooie shrugged. "I told you, it's funny!"

Banjo dipped his muzzle and sulked.

And the red locomotive rushed through with a tempest, his nappy pubic hair flowing until the train crawled to a halt. As the doors slid open, he squeaked at a pressure on his right ass cheek - Kazooie's hand. Flustered, he made his way onto the train, his steps much quicker to the punch than everybody else. Once inside, he reached up to give a white-knuckle grip on one of the subway bars as he looked nervously around the crowd pooling inside with him. A couple wide grins and a split-second bug-eyed look, but overall, everybody was too bored to give a shit. Banjo sighed in relief; they must be from San Francisco.

His lip quivered...then he felt a strange tug down below. As he looked down, he saw the same avian smirk, but with that narrow-eyed look; the same one she'd use every time she'd top him in bed every night. And that meant a whole lot when she curled her soft, feathery digits gently around his half-hard penis.

The whole room swayed as the train took off, Kazooie moving another hand on his thigh for balance. He shuddered, another hearty sting of humiliation and arousal hitting him. Noticing both, she moved her thumb and pinkie to his tip, smiled and rocked them back, and forth, back, and forth. God! As if she couldn't get any crazier. He bit his lip and let his thighs shift, not wanting to admit how much he liked it, but powerless to the feeling that was screaming through his loins.

"Ohhh, Kazooie!" he finally moaned. "Why'd ya gotta make this so hard?"

"Heh, good one," she teased.

"Well, I don't think it's a good one! Haven't ya teased me enough?"

"To be honest...yeah," she said. "And I don't like that. So I figured I'd let you have a little release. We do a lot of crazy stuff, you know?"

"Yeah...I just wanna have fun at this point," Banjo sighed. "A bare bear can only bear so much embarrassment!"

"Yeah, and a bird bird can only bird so much...." Kazooie slunk up on her toes, gazing into Banjo. "Forget it. Point is, you and I have a lot more than jiggies to take care of."

"I don't know what you mean, Kazooie," Banjo whined, "but we're a long_ways away from findin' the last jiggy! You're gonna make me walk through the _whole_airport like this! And then I'm gonna have to walk through a _whole'nother city without shorts or jiggies or financial compensation! This has gotta be the third worst day of my life! I'm hopeless!"

"Banjo, c'mon!" Kazooie said. "There's always a bright side, even if you gotta grasp at the tiniest straws to find it! If you do enough pretending that those tiny straws are a buncha big ones - well, who knows, maybe you can make 'em big! The important part is that you believe there's somethin' special in em and keep moving forward."

Banjo blinked, paused, then nodded. "Well, how do I make the tiny straws into big ones?"

"First you gotta find a way to start," Kazooie said. "Lemme give you a boost."

She sipped on her slushie as she eyeballed him seductively. Slowly, she brought the cold, frosty drink that's been wetting her fingers to Banjo's pec, playfully shaking it. Then the next second, she pressed it to his skin, causing him to gasp subtly as a minefield of goosebumps accompanied a hardened nipple. She glided her fingers up his belly and then pinched the nipple, rubbing it like adding salt to a pot of boiling water.

"That's it," she smiled, her voice slowed as she watched his dick grow. "There's my horny little tomato face."

"Gawrsh, Kazooie!" Banjo blurted. "Wh-what are you doin'?"

"Making this more fun," Kazooie said, "just like ya said, dingus."

"Kazooie!!!"

Banjo breathed hard in embarrassment as his dick stood higher and higher, until in seconds it was standing at attention, eight inches erect and (metaphorically speaking) as thick as his skull. A feathered hand wrapped its delicate fingers around it and began to stroke ever so slowly. Banjo lightly gasped as if he were among the spectators and whirled his head around worriedly.

"Oh-ho-ho no!" he cried. "Kazooie, you're not gonna make me bust a nut in front of this big crowd, are ya?"

"'Course not," Kazooie said, loosening her grip. "You're not going to cum until I say so." Her strokes became longer, harder, grinding her boobs against his chest. "And until then, you're gonna walk around this whole airport with that big, hard, mouthwatering dick out for everybody_to see. Doesn't that sound _wonderful?"

He hummed, scratched his chin, furrowing his brow as he lulled himself into a deep think. Kazooie looked at him with a frozen, faltering expression, but kept stroking. And stroking. And stroking. She was beginning to think he'd actually cum in her hand by now. But after several minutes, his face suddenly lit up in understanding.

"Okay!" he beamed.

"Good," she said. "Now, let's-"

"Hold on a minute!" he protested. "Wouldn't that be even _more_indecent?"

"Oh, for the love of-"

Moments later, a hiss stopped the train, and the doors slid open. Kazooie moved away for a minute, still eyeing up Banjo's motions. He inhaled, a shiver, a hiss; his thick penis twitched at the mere look in her eye. She smiled...that's just how she liked it. She narrowed her eyes and beckoned her finger; he nodded and moved his legs, sidling past all the new wandering eyes of dogs, pigs, fellow bears and unseen faces.

Up another flight of stairs and a couple awkward escalator rides later, they finally emerged into the long hallway ahead, bright through the skylight of daytime above, supple walls bustling with the most activity they'd seen in at least three minutes. Kazooie was feeling nice, but she couldn't help but smirk at the commotion: the lines of food shops all gasping at once, the young people snapping pics, the old ladies fainting in their seats; just another brick in the wall. She flaunted her feathers and put another swing in her hips; finally, Banjo wasn't the only one getting looks.

Then she took a gander back at a lip-biting Banjo, nervously eyeing a group of girls pointing at his stiff man meat swaying about. Kazooie chuckled a bit; she must've done a better job than she thought. She thought for sure this was when he'd break, but those bear claws nicking at his hips and subtle fist-clutches proved he'd still been following orders. Kazooie hummed; it was hard not to admire him for that.

"Positives..." he mumbled, "positives...." He gulped, then shook his head. "Kazooie, can ya help me out here?"

"Awh, sure thing, babe," she said, "You've got a great body, a big heart, a huge dick, and every time you find a jiggy and do that little celebration dance, I've secretly been imagining pulling your pants down and paddling your ass until you give it to me with your mouth!"

"Wow," Banjo's lips pursed. "That is pretty positive!"

"Yeah, exactly!"

"Wait...that sounds painful."

"But you'd like it, right?"

"...Yeah. I suppose I should give some compliments back, huh?"

"All right, lemme hear it."

"W-well, uh...your vagina's nice and tight and it makes me feel like a thousand jiggies inside!"

"Banjo, that's not how you compliment women."

"B-but I'm just sayin'!"

"God dammit, Banjo, do I have to punish you again?" Kazooie grumbled. "All right, wait a second...."

She looked around with haste, though it was hard to peer down the line with all the gawkers and suited mouths gaping. About three stores down, she spotted it: "Takinaleevin". Ah...a convenience store! Kazooie scratched the underside of her beak as she wondered about all the useless shit she could buy. Beckoning Banjo along, she speed walked past another terminal, swinging her hips like a queen as the dozens of wandering eyes followed her movements.

Toes in the threshold, he looked to the back of the room at the hexagonal oak frame decked out with t-shirts of dorky one-liners, license plates captioned "CURRENT LOCATION". Kazooie's head tilted; then she promptly walked in.

Her feathers pushed past a wall of four people as she made her way to the back of the room, eyeing the corner section of electronics and gizmos. She drew her finger through the items, mumbling to herself while her boyfriend's outside thighs felt coarse against the two pairs of jeans he was wedged between. The one to his right gave him a stern look; he gave her an innocent smile, a giggle, but something told him the tone was a little different. Uncomfortable, he pivoted his body...only to smack his boner right into the front of a green pelican's jeans. She stared at him in shock and disgust as Banjo turned away, grimacing, hissing through his teeth.

"Hey, what the hell are you doing?!" she asked.

"Sorry, ma'am," he said, turning around only to meet the concerned glare of another pink cat, magazine in hand, thumb over the bar code, other hand creeping over her eyes.

Now Kazooie turned back, a fistful of wires and cardboard frames. "You having fun over there?"

"Your boyfriend's penis just ruined my fanny pack!"

"Yeah?" Kazooie sassed. "What do you expect me to do about it? The boy's horny."

"Well, I'm a CIA agent," she said, flashing her badge, "so you either jack him off right this instant or get the hell out of this store!"

"All right, all right," Kazooie rolled her eyes, grabbing Banjo's arm, "just let me buy this shit first."

Thankfully the line dispersed by the time they reached the cashier's desk. Kazooie snapped twice in Banjo's face, and he immediately kneeled. His lip quivered as a new wave of nerves racked up again. Now he was eye level with her golden yellow pussy exposed between two spread chicken legs. Just looking at the subtle redness on it made him blush; he wasn't sure if it was him or he was feeling heat radiate from it. Somehow it surprised him that she was this turned on, and in a way, he envied her for being able to hide it.

Just as they exited the store, Banjo hung his head in shame from what he'd experienced. Right in his trajectory, a number of stringy white wires sat in a spaghetti curl in her hands. One delayed reaction later, he scratched his head.

"Are those...earbuds?" he asked.

She shushed him. "I got an idea."

Looping the wires, she began to tie them together in a chain, slipping the cord between her wings as she tied the rest together. She then walked over to Banjo and looped the cords around the base of his erection, holding the opposite ends merely feet away in a makeshift dick leash.

"Now's where the fun begins," she said, tugging them.

A tug, a hum; off and away. The earbuds laced around his heavy, swinging balls and his tough erection, which felt stiffer than ever as he felt his presence become more and more obvious. They were walking down the center of the terminal now, prideful and loud, wheels of suitcases tilting and squeaking around them as the dozens of bystanders turned stared at the pair of lewd, naked bodies strutting and flashing their stuff like true exhibitionists.

The thought ran through his mind: Gate 72A, their destination. He looked at a sign to the right...Gate 20A. That's a hell of a long way. His breathing quickened as his mind ran rampant.

He thought, Positives, positives, positives! and paid careful attention to the next few gates. Somehow, not many of them noticed. Most of them were passed out in their seats or kept their noses in their devices.

I guess they're not so interested anymore, he thought, now seeing his own body, the light reflecting off it alluringly. Huh...I do look pretty good.

Though his mind halted at the tug on his scrotum. A tinge of panic met a suppressed giggle...he couldn't deny there was an air to her behavior. The thought of travelling all that way like this was slowly growing on him. His face flushed as chills to his nudity made his nipples harden, the voyeurs from all directions watching as the flimsy crotch-leash left him constantly humiliated. Yet still, the thought of backing out was impossible. Holding back moans as another wave of gasps erupted from the passing terminals, he could practically feel the pre-cum seep out of him. That's when a jolt of pleasure shot through his shaft to his chest. One eye closed, he looked down to see Kazooie's wings pinching his tip,

"Not until we're in the plane," she commanded.

He nodded and submitted like the good boy he was, though looking down the terminal made him queasy with embarrassment. A group of edgy, goth arctic foxes stopped and gawked at them. The tech geek leaning on the wall let his smartphone slip from his hand. A middle aged pig glared like he'd seen this exact shit on the last floor. Out further, the pink haired woman manning the smoothie store dropped her jaw, Banjo wincing in embarrassment as everyone in the line, one by one, ogled his completely naked body.

Terminal 30-40A.

But damn if it didn't feel good. A smile slowly cracked across his face. Banjo gulped as his throbbing cock brought size to his tip and sent tiny pricks of pleasure and shame across his belly, legs, face and arms, the sweat of humiliation like cocktail drips; intoxicating. The truth was plain and simple: he loved it when Kazooie left him with nothing to hide. The scent of every passing food store blended to a mush, and their multicolored lines looked like prisms. Something new was in the water, and he was feeling every drip of it.

The world was a blur; now he was looking at Kazooie. Her sly smirk, her innocent wink; no mercy for his unfathomable embarrassment made her impossible to resist. Watching her walk through this terminal was like an enigma; every movement, like a false memory that happened right before his eyes. That big, round red ass swaying side to side, her wet pussy popping in and out of his line of sight as her butt rippled with each step. Though he could've thought twice about the way she was treating him, the darkened red feathers cascading from between her legs told him the only story he needed to hear.

Terminal 40-50A.

As the thought ran through his mind, the backgrounds flashed back to their reality, and all the people came back to existence. The sudden mind burst brought Banjo to trip over his own feet, clattering to the ground by his side as his backpack burst open. A crowd of people took amused notice as Kazooie walked over and gasped.

"Are you serious, Banjo?!" she asked, looking at the contents scattered about. "You mean to tell me that backpack was filled with sex toys the whole time?"

"U-uh," Banjo stammered. "Yeah."

"Why?!"

He closed his eyes, flustered. "'Cause I thought bein' publicly indecent was when ya carried a bunch of sex stuff around in public!"

Kazooie sighed. "God dammit, Banjo. This is why I love you."

She chuckled as she eyed a banana-shaped pink vibrator laying just right of the wire coiled around it. Beside it, surrounded by dildos, the U-shaped black rubber vibrator with a similar length wire coming from it. Quickly, she inserted the pink vibrator inside of her, subtly moaning as she did, giving Banjo the nub that connected to it as she wrapped the black vibrator around his penis.

"I like the way ya think," he said, watching her scoop up the rest of the toys to put them back inside the bag.

"That's the spirit," she smiled. "Two clicks for both of us to start, aight?"

"Why two?" Banjo's head tilted. "Won't that just turn it off and on again?"

Kazooie frowned. "Banjo, you are so close to neural activity it's actually tragic."

"I...well..." he said, "I dunno, Kazooie, that sounds pretty dangerous. Won't someone call the police?"

"Banjo, listen," she said, "in any other universe, you and I would've been dragged out by the FBI by now and ass paddled in the courtroom, or whatever's supposed to happen there. I say fuck it, let's take this to the next level!"

"Yeah!" he said, excitedly pumping a fist in the air. "Hooray for progression!"

In a fit of excitement, Banjo bent his knees and hammered his thumb down six consecutive times; Kazooie writhed from the waist down in shock for a second before she sextuple-clicked, herself. In a flash, their eyes widened, knock kneed, pre cum leaking out his urethra mutual to her vaginal moisture. Everybody watched aghast, almost disturbed, as the duo stumbled through their first few steps onward. Kazooie dropped to her knees and moaned out loud, her crotch roaring with pleasure; there was no way they could make it. As they crossed to the next set of terminals, they took to the moving sidewalk, feeling the rubber beneath them propelling them forward like display props on a conveyor belt.

His boner was stiff and proud as now every terminal seemed to look at it. Even the security cameras above seemed to pan towards him as his shame melted away, overtaken by sexual vigor as her big, crimson butt cheeks lay just inches before his tip.

And he wanted it all. There was no denying it. After all, he had nothing left to lose.

Terminal 70-80A.

Kazooie looked back at him and smirked at the throbbing of his dick. She bumped her hip into his stiffness, giggling as it wobbled it from side to side. He opened his mouth to retaliate, but it came out as a moan; and to add insult to injury, her thumb was down on the clicker as her fingertips glowed with feeling.

"How's it feel to be this naked and exposed, Banjo?" Kazooie beamed, breaking his conscience.

He took a moment to catch his breath. "This definitely hasn't gotten old yet!"

His thumb punched the button twice, the feeling of massaging digits swirling over her clit as she whined out, "We're coming up on our...oh God...oh God I need that big dick!"

"Save it for the...," Banjo said, voice trailing off in a subtle moan. "Oh gosh...I don't think I can wait...."

Her feathers jittered in unison of her trembling legs as she clicked one up again.

"Oh god...," she moaned. "Fuck me in public, Banjo!"

They nearly bolted off the moving sidewalk towards the seats to the right, the viewers around them diffusing like a flock of pigeons. Wracked with lust, she pushed Banjo butt-first into a recently cleared chair before he followed suit by throwing the backpack and the vibrator to the ground, his horny bird climbing on top of him, a single drip from her slit mixing with his pre as she aimed her hips over his length. But she still wouldn't let him have it; scissoring his tip with her vulva, she let his whole mind melt for their act of public sex. Rubbing it closer to her clit, her mind erupted equally as she looked him in the eyes with all the want she had in the world...then felt a bang as the tip inserted into her opening.

Horrified, shocked and hysterical were the people around them as she slowly lowered down the bear's thick inches, pushing hard at first, but sighing as she seized it in warmth. She licked her lips and grasped his shoulders, then began to buck her hips up and down, driving him crazy with lust and embarrassment. Banjo was still, but his mind was numb, feeling through every curve and muscle of her hips and thighs; that and the velvet intensity around his member taking his senses by the leash as his exposure to the public reached the max.

Sex dripped from her tightness to his balls while the cameras flashed, the terminal crowded, the intercom's sounds drowning out, but hell if the ambience wasn't speaking everything for them. Speaking it loud. _Loud._Banjo gasped, half in the passion, half in realization; again, it occurred to him the extent of their act. For a moment, his resolve grew thin as he scanned the premises, the base of an apology forming off his lips; though Kazooie saw it, she knew it was coming, and god damn, she had an answer: drawing the chin closed, one look, one suggestion, and her beak plunged into his lips. It doesn't even work like that, but fuck it; the warmth between them was incredible as her hips slammed again and again in warm, ruthless indecency.

A security guard looked with awe, a moose covered his tenting jeans, a casual-clothed lady blinked once, twice, thrice to confirm what she was seeing, and the sex-blinded Kazooie lifted up her tail feathers for the show. Hips circling around her erection, his cock and her clit writhing sweetly as the onlookers multiplied and she lost herself further in his eyes. Then with a moment's respite, she slammed back down on him, feeling the sweet tension fill her to the brim. It was clear to her that the climax was coming. Her thighs squirmed together and her walls contracted hard around his dick as her breath became wisps of pleasure directly in his ear. She leaned forward and tensed, crying out as her vagina erupted, her juices dripping down his crotch to the seat to deluge the bread crumbs on the floor. Disgust, shouts, cheers, gasps: it all hit them at once, but were muffles in the deep as Banjo smirked and lowered her quivering body deeper on his cock.

Toes curling, dick slipping, her breath graced his cheeks as his hands now played with her perky tits. Her two sensitive mounds felt a lot like the travel pillow that hit the floor from the awakened bystander as he pinched and fondled and felt her nipples. It was his turn; mind going blank, Banjo grabbed at her hips and bucked into them himself again and again with incredible force. The himbo bear was never a dom, but the people wanted a show, so he looked her dead in the eyes and fucked her like the cocktease she was. Rougher and rougher his pelvis rammed against hers, dominating her tight pussy, dick hardening as the crescendo of orgasmic energy from his balls began to overtake his system; suddenly, he snapped his eyes shut, hissing as he drew in the last breath he'd need.

His face contorted as he plunged his cock balls deep, their moans intertwining as he blasted load after load into her soft embrace. Her whole body flared in arousal as she looked directly into a camera lens behind her lover, but there was still a dove itching for more. Absentmindedly she grinded her hips back into his, their sweet squeals intertwining like helixes, trading and overlapping over crowd noises that had only grown louder since they started. As Banjo continued to release, the strands of cum shot out from beneath her labia and pelted into his fur, only to trade into Kazooie's pelvis as her head sank to his shoulder, hip bucking splashes like footsteps in the swamp.

The heat of arousal was still in the air as Banjo released the last of his cum. They could hardly hear their panting over all the commotion, and the confusion...no. The attention. That's why she kept that dick snug inside her as she wrapped her feathery arms around his head, holding him tight without uttering a word. As they sat there, the duo's smiles transitioned to a warm, intimate kiss.

"FLIGHT SEVENTY-TWO HAS BEEN DISPATCHED. I REPEAT, FLIGHT SEVENTY-TWO HAS BEEN DISPATCHED."

_ _ Kazooie brought her head up in alertness. "Aw, poop! How'd we miss our flight?"

"But we were right there!" Banjo yelled, equally shocked, their plane outside slowly rolling towards the track. He waved his hands in the air. "Hey! Someone stop that plane!"

A navy blue suited man with a badge pinned to his chest piece approached them, hands behind his back, wisps of his fur seemed to ghostly travel off his cheeks.

"I am sorry that you missed your-"

"Yeah, yeah, asshole," Kazooie waved her hand, "why weren't we called in line?"

"I am not paid to do that," he said, "because I'm in charge of Gate Seventy-Two. You're currently sitting in Gate Seventy-One!"

They seemed to stare right past him as they said nothing at all. You could even hear the drips of their cum hit the floor. One last camera flash reflected the bewilderment off of Kazooie's eyes.

Finally, Banjo facepalmed. "Oh shucks...we were one off!"

"It's okay," she comforted him, a finger to his chin. "When's the next flight?"

"Your ticket should be good for the next flight," the attendant smiled, "which will be in about ten hours!"

The two of them stared at him dumbfounded, speechless as hell. Even the people around them began to go back to their usual days.

"Can that not happen?" Kazooie asked.

"I'm afraid you have no choice," he smiled. "The plane is already on the track. Unfortunately, that's just what happens when you fly Delta. Have a great day!"

He waved off and walked all the way back to his desk as Kazooie and Banjo looked in each other's eyes. He put an arm around the back of his head and scratched it, his face starting to glow redder with embarrassment over his afterglow.

"So, uh..." he asked. "What are we gonna explain to all these people?"

"I dunno," Kazooie said. "The way this day is going, we could probably convince them to jump in."

"Either way, I'm probably gonna have to walk around all nekkid for a while."

"You will," she smiled, sinking into him. "And that's why I love you."

Banjo wrapped his arms around her with a tight grip, closing his eyes, the world around them becoming hollow as they melted into each other. Then he opened them back up.

"Wait...what?"

"Don't think about it too hard."

"Kazooie!!!"