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Every fairytale begins with a song. For one bird in particular, that song began at a concert in Hulbury which promised to be a magical night, having won a contest to meet the rising star. At the seaside town, a roaring tide of music fans flooded the dockside stadium, that stood next to an eternal orange lighthouse that called to the great deep. Thousands of anthros wandered up to the gates, from foxes and corviknights to muks and griffons who then packed the seats of the soccer field, a lustrous ring of aquamarine that circled a clear green pitch.

The central grass was now occupied with giant speakers and a vast stage for Sonata, one of the hottest up-and-coming stars of the Galar region. Her logo was a surging set of waves that formed a slender seal's face, and all the jokes of her being a siren had come through over months about her luring hapless dweebs. Amongst said hapless dweebs, there was Jamesy, a silvery-purple griffon with jeans round his dark furry legs, and a styling vest of red, green and black, who was led to the back stairs of the stadium.

"Mr. Corck?" a beefy obstagoon beckoned him. "This way to the VIP box."

"Oh, up there?"

"Mmhmm, congratulations. Follow me."

"Wow this place is so packed," he followed the guard up some stairs. "Hope we're not bothering the neighbours."

"It's just one night," the badger shrugged, "you sleep next to foghorns all yer life, you get used to any noise."

"Oh, you live round here?"

"Aye, sure do, used to play goalie at Hulbury FC."

"Oh wow, that's cool!" the bird chirped, stepping close. "I don't follow sports but that sounds awesome, why'd you stop?"

"Just got old, but me body's still good fer blocking trespassers. Anyways, you know the rules on yer contest thing, right?"

"Yes sir," he saluted like a dork, "I signed it and everything."

"Good good."

The stony stairwell echoed with a hundred voices, all clamouring and laughing and livestreaming the event in anticipation. Even before the show began, the vibes were electric, and not just because of the yampers and manectrics vibrating in their seats. With an eclectic throng of bulls and lions and machokes and drilburs, the excitement was infectious, swarming the entire stadium to the point that Jamesy was getting jitters.

Finally they reached the VIP suite, a cloister of seats that was closer to the stage where the luckier contestants would enjoy the front-row performance. These fortunate folks could see the stage before its unveiling, a deceptively normal hard-steel platform with towering speakers ready to blast at a moment's notice. it also had a lower pit where the orchestra played, a wide array of classical musicians such as an iguana with a tuba, and a toxtricity with an electric violin.

As Jamesy sat up between a giddy conkeldurr and a terribly nervoux toxicroak, they were given some refreshments for the next twenty minutes of preparation. Music thumped pre-recorded to keep the folks happy, and soon the lights would go out. Drum rolls filled the audience's ears, the vast jumboscreens lit up on both sides of the stadium as the stage opened its giant trapdoor. Slowly, an enormous rectangle shrouded in curtain rose up from a misty ire, as a choir rang in to announce her arrival.

With one sweep the curtain pulled off to reveal a magnificent aquarium, a watery wonderland with a 30-foot castle, various treasure chests and a sparkling false moon that hung above the water. There they saw a primarina, sitting on a rock in the water with a mermaid's body of rich azure bottom and pale cyan top, covered in a bra-and-sarong made of seashells. She remained perfectly still as everyone held their breath. And then the song began, despite her lips not moving.

[i]"Iiiii was a drop in the seaaaa, my mother saaaaaid[/i]

[i]But droplets are born from heaven[/i]

[i]A tear from the moon would fill the ocean wide[/i]

[i]So call forth unto MEEEEEE!"[/i]

The mermaid melted into sand, startling the audience who watched the blue grit swirl into a typhoon and rise up above the water. Higher it spun into a scirocco, until framed by the moon itself, the sand reformed into the real Sonata, a vibrant, sparkling seal with long thick turquoise hair, a hefty bosom, a strong legless tail and a powerful voice from her near-invisible mic. The crowd went wild with pounding feet as lights bedazzled the entire stadium, and the griffon's cries were lost in the roaring sea of adoration.

Sonata fell from the moon and into the water, twirling through the depths as other creatures of the sea would crawl out of the pebbles and chests, props to her performance where crabs and other mer-fish raised their arms in salvation. But only her voice was heard, taking centre stage with the full sweep of the orchestra down in their pit, thrumming strings and profound horns united as one.

[i]"Dancing with stones, flying through ice[/i]

[i]Where did the moon weep for meeeeeee?[/i]

[i]Burning the depths, 'neath thunderous storms[/i]

[i]Where was your gift from the gooooods?![/i]

[i]But everything is bound, the silk weavers sung[/i]

[i]The spirits know which threads to cut, so here I will stand, alone![/i]

[i]Alone! Alone! Forever I dive into the daaaaaark!"[/i]

With each line she gave something flashed across the waters, a shuddering quake of pebbles, a howling rime from the north or a spark of lightning. The more she sang, the blacker the water turned, a fog from the castle creeping through and wilting the creatures all around her. On an empty ocean transformed, she mimicked diving downwards into an ever-blackening smog, the only light coming from her body until she reached the castle.

[i]"Wherefore my heart now shall LIIIIIE IIIIIN PEACE[/i]

[i]To protect it from an empty wooooorld![/i]

[i]'Til the one night, I can find you, that shining drop of the mooooon![/i]

[i]Wait for me in the castle of dreams, that I built by mine own tears![/i]

[i]When the lighthouse catches your radiant smile[/i]

[i]I will claw from the depths and take your hand and together we find[/i]

[i]THE KEY TO MY HEAAAAAAAAAAAAART!"[/i]

Her voice reached ever higher with such intensity, that it made every heart ring with its word in a powerful vibrato. Everyone shrieked with second-hand tears, hands raised high from unbound joys as Sonata spun so fast through the black fog, she would banish it from her stage whereby a new figure appeared. A shining indeterminate statue, too bright to make out what type of creature it was, but one she would embrace and pluck from its chest a marvellous key from a pendant, which she put round her neck.

As she caressed her fantasy, her eyes cast across the VIP booth in a widening smile at her luckiest of fans, all of whom were starstruck and just as incoherent a mob as the rest of the stage. But then she locked eyes on James, and he was trapped in her gaze with reddening cheeks, keeping his hands tight to his knees and looking strangely humble. She smiled at him in a way she never did on stage, before going back to her song and finishing the rest of her set.

Four hours of her latest singles rang out from the stadium, as the soccer pitch hummed through its grass blades with the sound of rapture. Everyone was running high on her music, as the night grew both too long and yet was over so soon. Almost no one remembered when one song ended and another began, drowned in symphonia until everyone started to file out in a starry-eyed daze through the Galarian night.

The VIPs were given their special rewards, such as promo CDs and sweet merch with Sonata's smiling face. But James was led aside discreetly towards a secret maintenance door that connected to other parts of the stadium, normally reserved for stage actors during the performance as the griffon stepped up to her room. Stars studded around the door as the obstagoon knocked, and a shuffling of fabrics could be heard.

"Ms. Sonata? The special guest is here."

"Send him in."

"Good luck, lad." the badger winked and opened the door. "You're gonna need it."

Shuffling into the room, James shivered through his wings at the sight of Sonata's inner domain, where a rack of gowns sat to one side and an enormous changing table at the other, along with a vast wall-sized mirror to give the illusion of space. Comfy chairs sat around the back with a coffee machine nearby, whilst the sound of a nearby shower ran.

"Sit down and drink something," she ordered, "I'm freshening up."

"Uh, o-okay ma'am!"

"I'm not a ma'am, I'm Ms. Sonata, not your aunt."

"Ah, haha, sorry ma-uh, Ms. Sonata."

He crept over to a nearby seat and sat down with tightening nerves, taking a diet soda from the table and trying not to choke from one too many gulps. The pop star's singing trembled from the shower in soft arias, a heavenly scale that danced on his ears and made him tap his toes to the rhythm. Soon she arrived in a trail of mist, a robe wrapped round her body where her thick cleavage bounced on top, as she slithered on her tail.

"Ohhh, it's you," she sneered warmly, "glad you liked the show."

"Oh yes, I-i did Ms. Sonata!" the bird nodded fast. "That was one of the best shows I ever seen in my life!"

"One of them?"

"Well, all the others were yours too."

"Hmm." The primarina clicked on her percolator. "You like coffee?"

"I don't mind it, but I already have this soda-"

"I wasn't offering. So, what do you do?"

"I'm uhh, I'm an artist!" the griffon sat up straight. "I draw commissions for folks."

"Oh neat, you got an agent?" she sat opposite him.

"Nope, freelance."

"Hm, must be nice being your own boss, course I would know too haha."

"I love listening to your work while I draw," James sipped his soda, "you have such a great beat that it helps me focus a lot, lets me drown out things."

"Not listening to my lyrics?" Sonata swept her hair.

"Oh I listen to them, I can do that while drawing, sometimes it helps me get the right mood for a picture!"

"Heheh, so you got my talent to thank for yours," she waved her hand, "naturally, you're welcome."

"Can I um...ask about your latest song?" the griffon swished his tail down his leg. "It's really different from the other ones, I love it don't get me wrong but usually all your songs are more upbeat and happy!"

"It's just a story," the seal grabbed a coffee from her machine, "stories do their own thing, some are sad, some aren't."

"Hmmmm, that's fair, some of my arts are like that too for no reason."

"Well it's not NOT for no reason, just, you know, pop star things."

She took a long sip of her moccha, savouring the brew with a gentle sigh. James said nothing and took a drink, trying not to look at himself in the mirror or say something embarrassing.

"Okay, why did you think my song was sad?" she slapped her tail.

"Oh, well," he licked his beak, "it just seemed like you were dancing through it all alone whilst looking for someone."

"Yeah, so?"

"Well it seemed different from your other songs when you were just out there and being yourself, not caring who saw you. But you seemed more lonely this time, looking for someone that doesn't exist."

"What?" Sonata scoffed, squinting hard. "Did you get blinded by the lights, I was hugging that dude."

"But he wasn't real, that was a statue." James then leaned back and pulled his neck in. "Sorry, I'm being silly, it's your song I don't know the process, but I really loved it, it was very emotional to me."

"Heh...well, glad you didn't lose your taste."

The singer finished her coffee, trying not to stare at the griffon who in turn also tried not to stare at her. His cheeks flushed crimson every time she looked at him, which made her smile wider.

"You ever drawn me?"

"Uh, wh-what?" he stammered.

"Have you, ever, drawn ME?" she enunciated.

"OH, yes, sometimes!"

"Can I see?" She slithered over to him. "You got art on your phone?"

"Mmmmm, yes."

He tightened his beak with growing guilt as he carefully thumbed through his gallery to find the most acceptable art, before producing a gorgeous portrait piece of Sonata singing to the crowd. The primarina made a strange sound almost close to approval at the curves given to her sultry sweet bod and with each new pic offered, her smile grew millimetres

"Huh, that's...pretty alright I guess!"

"Hah, thank you!" James trembled the phone in his hands. "You like them?"

"Yeah I mean they're not BAD, you got all my curves, you know the style's a little weird but you managed to get some of my presence the best you could, it's a...decent effort."

She could not hide her grin however, and the griffon glowed with such joy that his finger slipped to another picture. Before he realised his error, Sonata zeroed in on the more sultry piece of herself laid back on a bed, dressed in a barely-covered outfit as her S-shaped body writhed on the sheets with a sexual glare.

"AH, UHH, TH-THAT'S SOMEONE ELSE!"

"HAH!" she honked from her baubled nose. "So you're a twerp like the rest of 'em?"

"I'm, s-sorry!"

"Oh please, I seen worse art of me," she patted his head, "at least yours has some taste."

"Really?" He put his phone away. "You...you like it?"

"I mean for a freelance artist with like no professional training, yeah it's good, like I said."

"Wow...thank you, Ms. Sonata," his chest feathers fluffed with pride, "that means so much from my favourite artist."

"Tch...artist?" She half-slumped on his chair. "You think I can paint too?"

"No but, you create amazing songs, I wish I had your talent, I don't know how you do it."

"Well, not everybody's me."

"I'm glad though," Jamesy leaned slightly closer, "I'm glad there's no one else like you."

Her eyes hardened with a confused look as she went to her clothes, picking through the various dresses to hide her face for a few moments. Then she went to her coffee machine and brewed another pot, scooching faster across the floor and thumping her tail with growing irritation. A few minutes of silence passed, and the bird grew concerned if he had offended her somehow.

"Should I...go?" he asked.

"I wasn't sad during that song." She suddenly said. "I'm not one of those losers who need someone to keep me up at night, or keep my bed warm when I come back from a long day and just don't wanna talk, just slump on top of someone and let them be my pillow cuz I don't care, I never cared."

"Okay," James nodded carefully.

"I got a pretty damn good life, I'm the biggest star in Galar, why should I feel lonely? I'm not some regular dweeb, some twerp whose greatest night of his life is the one hour he gets to spend with me, who then says some stuff that makes me think too hard about where I want to be."

"Iiiiii...are you alright?"

She swivelled hard to face him then grabbed both arms of the griffon's chair, getting far too close to his beak with a trembling look in her eyes. James turned stiff as a nail, petrified by her stare as Sonata breathed heavily. Then she grabbed his head and kissed him, his eyes bulged with shock as he felt her suckling lips caress his beak. There was no tongue, but her gasping pants filled his throat with her incensed desire. Her tail slapped the ground behind her in a growing need, and soon she grabbed his arms to wrap round her back.

Was this really happening, James thought to himself. Did he fall asleep from a caffeine slump and the rush of the concert's energy? He tasted her breath, he suckled her lips that tasted like sea salt ice cream, and her moans grew thicker against his ear. Her hands slipped down his vest, a stylish one of red, black and green, his jeans tightened round his dark furry legs as her fingers crept round the waistband.

He was too scared to say something, fearing the moment he did that the spell would break and she would remember herself. In his most secret dreams he had fantasised of this, as his hands roved down her back and squeezed her softly when she peppered kisses down his neck. Sometimes a muttering came through his ear when Sonata struggled with herself, kissing all the while as he smooched her in return.

"D-dammit," she snarled, "had to be this twerp, had to be you, hmm?!"

"Haaah, a-aaah!"

"Not gonna say anything?"

"I...n-no...you t-take my breath away."

She tightened her lips like she sucked on a lemon, trembling at his words with a conflict in her heart when she unzipped his pants and groped at his crotch. James chirped with surprise as her fingers roamed inside, feeling a hefty sack and a semi-hard shaft twitch in her grasp.

"Hmmm...mine's bigger," she murmured, turning away, "not that I'm gonna use it."

"Mmmmph, Ms. Sonata," the griffon rubbed up her spine, "ohhh, p-please, I'll...do anything you want."

"Anything, huh?" the seal turned back to him. "Is that a bet?"

"I...n-no, I'm serious, I don't want this to stop, please."

"Heh...alright, but remember the contract you signed," she nuzzled down his belly, "damn you smell nice, better than the other dweebs I have to meet, least you bothered."

"W-well, I wanted to look my best, for my favourite girl."

"Hah...favourite girl, huh?" Sonata looked up at him. "Hope you still think that after I'm done with you."

"I-i...I wasn't expecting this either way," James smirked bashfully, "I-i won't tell anyone, total confidentiality like I signed but I thought it was just a meet."

"It is just a meet...you just got lucky, but if I do this for ya, then I expect you to do the same, got it?"

"Yes, a-absolutely Ms. Sonata, I promise!"

He did a little boy-scout salute which made her snort close to a laugh. The primarina then tapped her pink nose on his meat, savouring the pudgy thickness and how it twitched frantically in her grasp before she licked across the head. He even tasted lovely, both tender and clean as she dappled kisses all down the length then smooched at his orbs, then licked her way up to the head and suckled the tip. Jamesy whimpered with quickening breaths, watching her gulp down his staff with a steady slow pace, partly to tease him and partly to give her brain some time to cool down.

The longer she sucked him, the more settled she became, shutting off all her rambling thoughts to Just Live In The Moment, as she had always preached to her fans. She swallowed him whole with ease. She bobbed hungrily on his chubby pole whilst her long ponytail swished around and her tail flapped behind her. Jamesy grasped the sides of his chair, feeling it improper to grab her head as he let Sonata work at her own pace, smacking her tongue on his length and swirling it around to slicken every inch.

Sometimes she pulled off to suck on his plums, whilst pumping his member to get him close to an orgasm. It did not take him long when he twitched and shuddered, trying his best to hold back but her presence was too strong and once the first pulse came through, he could do nothing to stop it. She sensed his climax and sucked the head to take in all his milk, the bird wheezed in a frantic elation, closed his eyes, and shot his seed down the throat of his beloved idol.

This was the point he should wake up, a lovely wet dream that left him embarrassed and wistful. But it kept going and he just kept cumming, filling her gullet as Sonata sucked every drop and sighed with relief. It had been some time since she had that, as the long sigh of the griffon was music to her ears.

"Mmmmm...haaah," she pulled off and licked her lips, "alright, now your end of the bargain. But remember, you promised."

"Oh, I-i know!" he nodded rapid. "I won't say no, definitely, this is the best night of my life!"

"Heh...we'll see." Sonata "stood" up on her tail. "So there's...something that you don't know about me. And you're never telling anyone else."

"I won't, I promise."

"Good."

Undressing her robe, the primarina exposed her beautiful breasts, two milky bubbles with soft marshmallow nipples as her hand slid down towards a slit just bellow her belly. Where her tail began, a sliver opened up with a puffing drip as something sprouted free, a long pink worm that at first resembled the rest of her rosy nubs that skirted round her lower body. Then it grew larger, thicker, his eyes widened in surprise and her face grew strangely nervous, her cheeks reddened with anticipation.

"I had a different life before being Sonata," she grasped her pendulous sceptre, "scrubbed all of that away to start a new career, new me...but some parts I can't really let go cuz, well, it's still a part of me. Well? Still wanna do it?"

"I...I-i-i..." he licked his beak, "I can't believe it."

"Yeah, I know, but you signed a contract so if you welch out now, I'll-"

"You're perfect." His eyes sparkled. "I didn't think you could be even more beautiful now but, oh my gosh, you're...amazing."

"Wh-what?!" She reeled back. "You like...this?!"

"Why wouldn't I, you're...I mean, I'm bi anyways so it doesn't matter to me."

He went on his knees before her and smiled wide, shuffling close to her pulsing splendour that rose ever higher to a magnificent 24 inches. It was almost hypnotic for how it writhed in the breeze, dancing in her grip before she released it to let it stretch towards James like a tentacle. He had heard and seen the aquatic folks' special members and their prehensile power, but to be so near one with its strong cleansing seaside scent intoxicated him as he reached out for her shaft and stroked its slippery girth.

Sonata clenched at the feeling of another hand, something she had not felt in years as her tail tightened up and she hid her surprise best she could. She watched him nuzzle across her girth, his firm beak rubbing the side before it slipped up to the tip and sucked it in. The idol grasped his head with a shudder at his warm tongue, not letting down her guard but growing content at his gentle moans. He seemed more than happy to please her, and that only confused her more.

"Haaah...damn you're uh, real hungry huh? Birdy likes the worm?"

"Mmmm, mmmhmm!" he mumbled round her meat.

"Nnnngh...jeez don't choke on it, least not yet, haaah."

The griffon sighed in bliss as he swallowed deeper with a stretching beak, taking a third of her harpoon in his throat and swirling his tongue all around the shaft to savour her salty-sweet flavour. James started to bob on Sonata's spear, and the longer he sucked her off, the more at ease she became with a softening look at such eager devotion. Her tail-tip twitched in growing arousal, her breasts heaved, a spurt of pre that the bird drank up eagerly, pumping his head faster and making the singer arch her body.

"HAAAH, ohhh j-jeez, dammit you t-twerp!" She grabbed his head in both hands. "Fine, fine you that hungry for my worm? Then take all you want."

A smile crept over her face as she bent over his head, thwacking his face with her powerful undulating lower body. The deeper she went into his maw, the more his throat stretched, not hearing him gag too hard despite reaching more than half her length inside. James simply sat and let her thrust away, slapping his tongue beneath her lance to grind hard on the sleek meat, which started to drip ever thicker pre into his throat. He wrapped his arms round her rear and felt along her pink bumps, squeezing them tender to make Sonata moan at the sensitive touch.

With each rubbing of his fingers, she shivered even more and pushed him almost to the hilt until he finally gagged, a splendid sound that she relished for a few seconds before letting him pull back. A few more thrusts came at his beak, the slapping sounds filling the room as Sonata bit her lip and struggled to keep her balance, until she pulled back with a twist of her tail to slide her hefty schlong out and draped across his beak.

"Mmmmmph...gods you're cute for a dweeb. Alright, you still want more?"

"Yes, oh yes please," James nodded, "this is better than anything I could have wanted!"

"Heheh, sheesh...alright, get up on the chair and spread them legs."

Excitement rippled through his tail as he did just that, sliding off his jeans and hiking up his paws to let her see his furry pucker. A rosy bud winked at Sonata as she slid up towards him, grabbed his ankles and grinded her writhing serpent against his hole. Her smile became more lustful, sultry eyes smouldering down upon the bird who blushed with hands on his chest.

"You suuuuure you want this?" she asked for one last test.

"Mmhmm mmhmm!" the griffon flexed his toes. "You have no idea how much I wanted something like this to happen."

"So...you like girls packing some extra heat, eh?"

"I do, they're the best girls in the world, the most beautiful and wonderful! And well, you're the best girl out of all the girls in the worl-"

"Okay, now you're laying it on a bit thick." She smirked gratefully. "Well, guess I am too with this."

The shaft slithered into Jamesy's hole by itself, almost acting on its own will as the bird moaned at the strange sensation. It was a colder length than he had expected, a lukewarm spear that burrowed in and grinded hard on his walls with a sidewinder motion. Sonata gasped and pushed in further, bucking her lower body that now presed against the chair's base to give her tail some rest. Her belly inched close towards her adoring fan, sliding her shaft ever deeper inside and watching his ass gape gladly for his idol.

"OOOOH, a-aaaah! Ohhhh Ms. S-Sonata!"

"Mmmmph...d-damn you're tight for a featherbutt...haaah...hhhh...you really didn't expect this?"

"N-no, but I love it...I love you. I love y-you so much, Ms. Sonata-mmph!"

"S-stop it," she grabbed his beak, "don't give too much on the first date."

"Mmmh, fhrrrst?"

She averted her eyes with a bristling sneer, saying nothing more before she drilled him deep with a few more inches. Halfway inside, James felt her thick python creep against his intimate folds and squish his prostate, enough to make him throb fully erect and spurt pre onto his vest. Sonata started to pull back, as the primarina picked up her pace for proper pounding much to the griffon's glee. With each shove inside, she tested his limits a little further, seeing how much James could take over the course of minutes as her widening meat stretched his ass further.

Despite the odd groan of discomfort, his pleasure was palpable, he writhed in ecstasy and his moans grew loud from the beak still closed by her hand. She steadied herself with her other hand on his shoulder and pumped faster, looming over him slightly as her breasts swung above like skimming clouds, sometimes inches from his beak.

"UNGH, qu-quit staring you geeky-ass twerp!"

"M-mmmhhh, MMMMH!"

"C-can't believe this, had to be someone like you who'd get me all horned up for this...nnnngh!"

She could not hide the growing joy in her voice for too long however, as the griffon pre'd faster from her harder thrusts that soon rattled his hips. His paws twitched in spasms of bliss when he felt her staff punch his stomach, and form a small bloat in his belly that excited her even more. Sonata gritted her teeth and hugged him to her chest, smooshing his beak between her pillows until he heard every thud of her body in both his ears and his gut.

After a few more minutes of frantic pounding, the diva came at last with a shuddering groan and pumped her fan thick with primarina cream. Hot white splashed against his walls and drizzled back out to drool down his tail, which in turn caused Jamesy to cum again and paint both their bellies in his milk.

"NNNNGH, A-AAAAH! SH-SHIT!"

"MMMMPH, OO-OOOOH, S-SONATA, HAAAAH!"

She kept thrusting throughout her orgasm, splattering foam across his rump that washed thickly down her tail whilst his belly slightly paunched. Sonata then collapsed on him, the bird hugged her tight and savoured her warmth in the afterglow of her wondrous seed filling him up.

"Ohhhh...wow." Jamesy gulped. "That...that was...incredible."

"Hmph, course it was." She muttered against his ear. "I do everything incredible, you oughta know that by now, twerp."

Sonata pulled back after catching her breath, brushing her hair to distract herself from his admiring gaze.

"Ugh, need to fix this now. You better take a shower too, don't want you coming out here looking like a mess."

"Okay, sure!" The griffon nodded. "I...what just happened?"

"Don't worry about it," she pulled out of him with a hefty pop, "nnnngh, gods your ass felt good."

"Hah, thank you! You felt amazing too, but I won't tell anyone, I promised!"

"Damn right you did." The seal slid back to the shower. "Well?"

"Hmmm?" he sat up with bleary eyes.

"I just said to take a shower, you coming or what?!"

"O-oh, OH!" The bird stumbled onto his weakened legs. "Right, you mean-s-sorry Ms. Sonata!"

He hurried after her to the bathroom, the idol rinsing herself in the shower with a seat inside to rest her tail on as she invited him in after. Jamesy crept in like he was treading on sacred ground, before she grabbed his arm and forcefully scrubbed him down with her signature shampoo. Silence reigned for a few minutes, the water drenching them to a soothing melody that Sonata appreciated for letting her thoughts drown in the haze. Her fan relished her dexterous hands that stroked him down and washed the cum off his fur.

"You uh, want me to help wash you?" he asked politely.

"I'd expect you to," she scrubbed his back, "considering you messed me up."

"S-sorry."

"...it's fine." Her hands soaped up his butt. "I messed you up worse, not that you seemed to mind much."

"I-i uh, I'm still processing that, it hasn't sunk in that we just-"

"Don't." She yanked his tail. "It's fine, we had a fling, you're a lucky fan and you tell nobody or else I drag you to court."

"I would never." He lifted his rear to give her access. "I wouldn't do that to you, this is too private."

"Good, glad you understand." The seal lathered down his legs. "Alright, now do me, and watch the slit, it gets irritable if you do it wrong."

"Yes, ma'am."

When he turned round, Jamesy saw her hair go flat for the first time to become long silken strands like thin clouds on the horizon. It was strangely haunting to see the diva with all her makeup and lustre stripped away, but it barely changed her appearance other than make her seem...normal. He was given instructions on how to treat her body, using a special gel that helped aquatic bodies stay hydrated whilst avoiding her receding length. It was a beautiful thing to the bird, like all of her body as he washed her down, stroked along her tail and thumbed along the fins. Once done, he worked his way back up and suddenly faltered with hands above her breasts.

"What?" she snorted. "I just pounded your dweeb ass, you getting cold feet?"

"N-no, I," he stammered, "was waiting for permission."

"Ugh, it's fine, just do them up, you don't have to ask me for everything."

She crossed her arms on the seat as James carefully grabbed one mammary and soaped it down, digging under the cleavage with a sponge before finishing with the other. Once they were done, Sonata washed her own hair and then slipped out the shower, using a specific combo of conditioners that gave a glossy sheen, then blasted it with a hair-dryer to restore its pouffy splendour.

"Alright," she wrapped a robe round her body, "hope you had a good night."

"I'll never forget it," James towelled himself, "it was incredible, I-i hope I was okay."

"You were fine...actually, one sec." She led him out the room towards her dressing table. "I might need to send you something, what's your address?"

"Uhh, I have it here."

He went to his jeans on the floor and pulled out a business card, placing it on her table with his self-made logo as an artist.

"That's got all my contacts if you want to...send, anything."

"Nice, very professional-looking." She tapped a button for security. "Alright, well, your gift's at the door, and uh, the guard'll come take you back...oh, right, autograph, sheesh."

Sonata scribbled something on a show poster she had nearby, as well as the pamphlet Jamesy had brought with him. With practiced hand, it read "keep me shining in your memories, Love, Sonata X x X".

"Thank you," the griffon bowed deep, "I uh...I'll see you again at the next concert."

"Hope you will," the primarina smiled, "you uh, can you manage to get back home?"

"Oh yeah, I came on a bus with other fans, I'll be fine, Ms. Sonata."

"Good. Good, good, good," she drummed her fingers, "well...good night then. And thank you for being at my concert."

"Good night, ma'am. Th-thank you again!"

With his clothes back on and his gift basket waiting, James stepped out where the guard obstagoon stood ready and waiting. The bird waved to her one last time, the door closed and the seal found herself alone once again. She sat at her dressing table and stared at her reflection, framed in lights with a deeper sight.

"What are you doing?" She asked herself. "He's just a twerp, some random fan, he's not anymore special than anyone else who loves you. Sure he's sweet...didn't judge me...barely recoiled when I showed him everything...aaaaargh, whatever you just had a long day, just go to bed."

She readied her things to depart the arena, as the concert was cleaned up over the course of the hour she had with her adoring fan. A limo would be waiting at the back of the stadium, as she had her staff escort her things, put on a heavy coat to hide herself, and slipped Jamesy's card into her pocket.

A month had passed since that fateful night, and James was still running it through his mind whilst he kept working on commissions. Despite how much his friends had grilled or teased him, he gave not a single peep about his special affair no matter how much they begged. As he worked away on scribbling new sketches, the mail slot rattled and he shot up from his chair with suspicion. A few minutes of silence, but no one knocked nor called for him as he crept carefully to the door and checked the note. His eyes widened at the familiar script of a delicate hand.

Can we talk? Café Coralcola, 4pm, your favourite girl X x X

At first he was suspicious, but there was a certain salty scent that tickled him in a way that only she could, among other particular things in her handwriting as he checked the time. He returned to his computer and made a stopping point on his project for the day. Heading out the door an hour later, he marched down the streets of Stow-on-Side, where dusty orange apartments rose high above pleasant market stalls in a sun-drenched vista facing towards the west coast.

Ludicolos danced around their fruits on sale, whilst skinks and felines sipped under parasols in charming bistros. Pennants flapped with a whistling song of coastal colours, above two statues of magnificent knights, Lord Zacian and Sir Zama Zenta who once defended the town to the bitter end, and also made a great climbing platform for scallywag ponytas frightening their mothers.

Café Coralcola was a delightful place at the edge of the seafront, styled like a tropical isle with staryu-shaped seats, sand-coloured tables and beautiful walls resembling a thick jungle full of ghosts and mummies. As he sat himself down and ordered some battered fish, he was joined by a large-coated figure, wearing a cloth mask and a thick beanie.

"Thanks for coming," her husky voice crept forth, "don't say my name in public, alright?"

"Is it...is it really you?" James gasped, leaning close. "I thought I recognised the X's, no one else does that."

"Mmhmm," the stranger nodded, "wanted to ask you something, and since there's not been a peep out of fans getting 'special nights' at the concert, I know I can trust you. Do you...still...think about me, still?"

"Of course," he nodded, swishing his tail, "I haven't stopped thinking about it, it was...magical."

"Yeah, I have that effect on folks...usually not the other way round, I have a lot of work to do obviously, so you should be thankful I'm taking even a little time out for you."

"Oh I am, I'm very grateful! Did you want something to eat-"

"Tuna burger would be nice," she tapped the menu, "I get testy when I'm hungry."

He ordered one for her, as well as a pair of spritzers to ease things down whilst folks ambled around them oblivious to her presence. It was not unusual for a naga-bodied cetacean to feel much colder than others, wrapping up warm with even a snood on her tail to hide her most prominent features as they ate up their food together.

"Heh, this is almost like a date," the griffon said.

"I didn't say it was," Sonata snorted, "don't think it is."

"I-i meant it was LIKE a date, not actually one, sorry."

"...it's fine," she chewed on her burger, "mmmm, not interrupting your work, was I?"

"Oh, not really, it was an easy commission," he nibbled through his fish, "you like this place?"

"Yeah, it's a favourite of mine when I started out in Galar, kinda nostalgic?"

"Reminds you of home?"

"The better parts, yeah."

She said nothing more as she scarfed through half her burger, sipping from her soda and savouring the babble of normalcy from all around her. James felt his voice be paralysed and his brain emptied of all topics, as he ate slowly as he could to savour these moments with her.

"Soooo," he tensed his paws under the table, "why did you want to meet?"

"Because I can, and because you won't squeal to the papers. Sometimes I want to get away from it all, so make it like a vacation."

"Heheh, alright, sure! Gosh this is kind of awesome, thank you for seeing me again!"

The songstress waggled her head in some semblance of a smile, trying not to show too much until she finished up her burger and waited for James to clean his plate. Once he paid for their meal, they walked down together to the seaside at the bottom of the cliff, where large steps with railings helped visitors scale down safely. The seal bumped on each step with her pendulous tail, but the sandstone was smooth enough from years of travelled feet to not be rough on her scales.

James kept quiet throughout all this, following her obediently as they savoured the cold sands underneath. The washing of waves tugged at her heart, the rose-tinted sky turned everything into a dream as the griffon half-feared that he would wake up. Then she spoke.

"I don't know why I'm here. Thought maybe seeing you again would give me an answer."

"What do you mean?" he looked up to her.

"This kinda thing doesn't happen to me. I'm supposed to sing my heart out, do some tours, make some albums and appearances, just being at the top of the world, right? But yanno what else is at the top of the world? Nobody. Nobody else."

"Sounds lonely," James frowned, "you don't have anyone?"

"I don't...know," she twitched her snout, "everyone I meet is such a goddamn twerp, schmoozing at my tail and what, they don't care, they just want a piece of history in the making, but not actually me! Just the me I put out there."

"What about, the you here?" He pointed at the ground. "What do you want?"

"I don't know!" Sonata grabbed her beanie. "I...I don't get this."

The primarina turned back towards the cliff, seeing gigantic fossils imprinted in the darkening layers of ancient stone. Enormous skeletons of prehistoric fish battled each other in the sea of rock, an endless struggle surrounded by their subjects in swirly shells.

"This is stupid," she shook her head, "sorry, I need to get back to work."

"W-wait, please." James stepped in front of her. "You didn't come all this way just to have lunch with me, did you?"

"N-no?! Why would I, you already had your VIP treatment, you hungry for more?!"

"I did but, I feel like you want to say something else."

"What would I have to say?" the diva spread her hands. "I don't know what I want to say, which is stupid considering the whole point of me is knowing what to say."

"Well, you're not working right now, are you?" the bird rubbed his neck. "If you don't know what to say, you don't have to say anything. I really liked being with you, and if you want to just...be with me longer, I won't tell anyone."

"I know you won't." Sonata pinched her snout. "Gods I'm tired, can we just...sit here and not talk?"

"Sure." He sat down on the sands. "Just for a bit, I uh...do have work to do."

"Same." She laid on her side next to him. "Glad you get it."

They watched the ocean waves ripple before them, a tender moment for the next half-hour where the singer struggled to wrestle with her issues and James relished her presence. His thoughts tumbled between a deep adoration and a tightening in his pants from that wondrous night she filled him deep. Sonata tried to empty her head, letting the tide wash out her woes, just savouring a moment of rare peace.

The longer they sat, the more happy she became and she could not fathom why. She knew the reason obviously, but it didn't sound like the right reason, so surely it had to be something else. Was she sick, perhaps? No, she knew when she was ill, despite the odd heat in her chest and the throbbing shakes in her arms whenever she was close to James.

"Alright," she lifted herself up, "thanks for uh...yeah."

"No problem," the griffon stood and rocked on his heels, "thank you for the hangout, I like being with you!"

"Well, yeah, who wouldn't want to hang out with me? And uh, if I...for whatever reason, need someone to...hang out with-"

"I would love to." He bowed respectfully. "Will you be alright, getting home?"

"I got a ride waiting for me," she slithered back up the steps, "don't worry about me, you just get back to your uh commission work."

"Okay!"

They went back up to the Stow-on-Side streets, then parted ways with a good-night to each other. James almost skipped down the lane with his heart as light as his feathers, having not one but two special hangouts with his favourite girl to the point his heart hurt. Did she really like him that much? The contract only said it was an hour-meet, nothing after. He tried not to think too much on her part, that perhaps she just really needed someone ordinary to hang out with, someone she could trust with no obligations.

A month would pass again, and yet another card came through his letterbox with the same instructions. So he would go to the café, sit with the robed "stranger" who ordered a tuna burger with soda, then they would go to the beach and sit for at least half-an-hour. Sometimes she spoke about vague performances she had, or frustrating nameless people who ticked her off with internal record policies.

Other times she asked about his work, which he showed on his phone as well as feedback he received and the small fandom he gathered through his pieces. Nothing compared to her stellar career, but Sonata found it charming for how humble he was with his work. But always they finished their talks with a long silence, enjoying the sounds of the sea. she'd then leave, and he would return home until next month.

This would continue over the course of a year, with Sonata remaining stiff and snobbish while James just basked in her presence. With each new meetup however, she would soften up, start to laugh at herself and learn more about the griffon who remained discreet. On their seventh meeting however, things were a little different as James received a different set of instructions.

Car will pick you up at 8 tomorrow. Dress up for a fancy place. X x X

The griffon gasped at the implications as he quickly rearranged his schedule. A fancy place, like a restaurant perhaps? Was this an actual date, with THE Sonata herself? His heart raced with anticipation as a thousand thoughts flurried in his mind, remembering all their hangouts and wondering how much she truly liked him. He took the day off for tomorrow and searched his closet for his best clothes, a smart casual jacket with a buttoned shirt and dressed trousers.

The car landed at his place, a small limousine gripped by two studly corviknights who grasped tethers on its roof. James felt giddy with the taste of celebrity as he stepped inside, feeling a bouncy back seat with a wide space for drinks and a carpeted floor. His bare leonine feet tapped to a smooth jazz piece on the radio, as the muscular ravens heaved their wings and lifted him up across the sky.

Having his own wings, he never needed to use vehicles unless travelling with groups, so it was a strange experience to be in a flying limo. He felt somewhat guilty to be a bird and have corviknights fly him, despite the marvellous sight of Galar from above where he could see the vast cobbled city of Hammerlocke; the grand expanse of the Northern Wild with its ancient columns and great menhir hills; and the smouldering spires of Motostoke with its hardy crimson walls.

But his destination was Hulbury, and his heart swelled with excitement at the memories he already formed from such a charming place. Despite being barely larger than Stow-on-Side, the seaport was a bustling mirror to Jamesy's home with fresh night markets and sparkling restaurants beneath the booming call of its lighthouse. The corviknights landed in front of one bistro known as "[i]The Captain's Table[/i]", and the door was soon opened by a familiar-looking obstagoon.

"Alright, lad," the badger stood tall in a concierge outfit, "huh, didn't expect to see you again."

"Oh, heyyyy!" James stepped out. "Howsit going, dude?"

"Aaaah not too bad, landed a good job with you-know-who after she were impressed with the concert. Take it you been hired on too?"

"Hired?"

"Yeah, yanno fer the 'interview'," he air-quoted, "that's whut she'll say if anyone asks why you 'aving dinner with her."

"Oh...ohhhhh," the bird nodded, "alright, that's cool!"

"Follow me, lad."

The obstagoon led him inside the famed restaurant, themed like an old ballroom with soft turquoise walls and wooden railings that separated tables. Some chairs were shaped like old schooners with sail-backed rests, the floor was an immaculate marble of silvery-white, and a vast window stared towards the ocean and Hulbury Stadium.

Towards one table James was brought to his idol, where Sonata no longer wore her disguise but instead dressed down into more comfortable clothes that were still much too lavish compared to the griffon's. He felt strangely underdressed next to her kelp-green gown, a marvellous silken dress with crimplene shoulders and dozens of faded cherry blossoms decorating it, to match the highlights of rose through her hair.

"Hello there," she bowed with a more-polite tone, "so nice of you to come, thank you for accepting my invitation."

"Uhhh, thank you!" he slid into his chair. "I was not expecting such an...interview."

"Well, your work was very impressive, Mr. Corck, and I thought it best to discuss our potential future partnership in a more friendly environment."

Her smile was practiced and her fingers roamed the air like playing invisible keys, wearing her public face as she motioned the obstagoon to take his leave. He bowed out as James read the menu, startled by the prices and shrinking in his seat.

"Oh, jeez these are really expensive."

"Well, you only have to worry if you're paying," the primarina rolled her hand, "order anything you like, call it a thank-you for our previous correspondences."

Sonata brimmed with confidence in her persona, flicking her hair that sparkled beneath the lights, as an inteleon in a suit schmoozed over to the table.

"Welcome, Ms. Sonata," he curtsied deep, "are you ready to take your order?"

"Yes, dear," she handed the menu, "I will have the soup consommé, and what is the poisson today?"

"I believe it is haddock, madame."

"Mmmm, grilled please, and some chantilly cream. Mr. Corck?"

"Uhhh," he nibbled his beak, "I'll have...the gazpacho, grilled haddock sounds really nice, and a chocolate sorbet."

"Very good, sir," the waiter took his menu in turn, "the food shall arrive shortly, but for now please enjoy our complimentary batonettes."

He offered a jar of bread sticks in the shape of charming mythical birds, such as ho-ohs and lugias that danced around a tower-shaped small baguette.

"Oh my gosh," the griffon gulped, "it's so lovely, I don't even want to touch it."

"The artisan will live," she took the ho-oh and nibbled its wings, "so, tell me about your work, Mr. Corck."

"Well, I um, do commissions as a freelance artist. I can do portraits, canvases, mostly work with digital but I can do traditional as well."

"Ohhh, you work with multimedia, impressive, what sort of physicals do you work with?"

"Acrylics I'm very good at."

"Oh, love them! Underrated art style, everyone wants watercolours but thats so...impressionist, isn't it?"

"I don't mind," the bird shrugged, "I'm just more comfortable with acrylics, I have a list of prices if you-"

"Price can come later," she reached over and patted his hand, "for now, just tell me about you and how you became freelance."

As James did his best to explain his history, something slithered across the floor and touched upon his leg. Sonata did not change her expression, even though her tail slipped up his knee, and with surprising dexterity managed to hook his pants' zipper with the tip of her tail. Her eyes hardened, daring him to make a scene as he clenched his seat and his beak.

"A-a-a-and now, I...um, I work from home, I um, set up my own server and online store!"

"Wonderful," the primarina giggled, "so inspiring to see a creator strike out on their own successfully. Have you considered reaching out to an agency?"

"I, haah, I-i wouldn't know where to start!"

"Well that's why I'm here, Mr. Corck, you see I hire several artists to work on different albums, posters, what-have-you, and I think you could be the next to grasp Sonata's vision."

"Oh! That, that would be wonderful!"

The tail pulled down his zipper and wrapped around his stodgy meat, stroking him by the tip with exceptional grip as the bird whimpered with a nervous smile. Sonata licked her lips, and a thousand thoughts of terror scrambled through the griffon's head. Was she really doing this? Was she into this sort of thing? Was he going to get cancelled for public indecency? Why was he getting harder?

"Ah, our food is here," said the singer.

"EEEP!" James sat up and leaned forwards. "Ohhhh good, I-i was getting really hungry!"

"I can feel it from here."

She laughed darkly as the inteleon put down their bowls of soup, the bird starting on his gazpacho to try and distract his body from the sensation of being stroked. Sonata never changed her expression, sipping her consommé and pumping his shaft to full erect, her tail-fin as soft as angels' wings and caressing his furry sack. Whether it was her touch or the situation, the artist found himself preing a lot faster than expected as he blew on his soup to control his breathing.

"It's already cold, dear," Sonata joked.

"Hah, hahah, I-i am just, excited for that fish!" he gripped the table with his other hand. "Soooo, this is your faaaavourite place?"

"To dine, yes. It's a wonderful bistro, all of the fish is locally sourced with the finest chefs in Galar. It would be a terrible place to make a scene."

James struggled to understand her, unsure as to whether this was a dare or a command. He never imagined she would touch him like this ever again, but he persevered with a swell in his heart, and decided this was a test.

"Then I'll be on my...best, behaviour," he nodded, "I would never do anything to embarrass my favourite girl, Ms. Sonata, I mean...I never said a thing before, right?"

This took her aback slightly, surprised at his new resolve as her grip weakened on his member. Her smile then returned as she pumped him faster, her tail as strong as a hand and coiling just enough to form the same grip as a fleshlight. It took all his strength not to thrust, despite how much she goaded him with her smooth silken scales grinding against his scrotum, as he trembled so much that half his gazpacho fell off his spoon.

"Everything to your liking, sir and madame?" the waiter returned as thin as a bean.

"It's marvellous, thank you," the singer gestured to James, "my friend wanted to ask, where is your gazpacho sourced?"

"Ahhh, yes," the inteleon stared directly at him, "from the south province of Paldea, we source our finest tomatoes from local farmers in Cortondo."

"Ohhh, really?!" James nodded rapidly. "That's very good, and, how do they stay fresh when transporting them?"

"A specially-hired team of our representatives, we have a maractus whose innate nature can detect the exact moment of a pure 90% colour change, and who personally escorts them in crates over the sea."

"Wow, that's amazing! No wonder it's s-s-so gooood!"

"I can tell you are trembling with joy, sir," the waiter bowed, "the chef will be glad to hear."

"Y-yes, give my compliments to them, please!"

"The grilled poisson will be arriving soon. Enjoy your starters."

He sauntered away as the griffon returned to his food, struggling to finish the bowl without cumming there and then as Sonata soon finished hers. The haddock soon came, and so did James when his eyes grew at the delicious plate of lemon-drizzled fish. Fresh birdy sauce drizzled on Sonata's scales and smothered her tail with a salty finish, as she cupped hot squirts with her flexing appendage to then smear it back down against his crotch and baste his fluffy pubes. His meat and two veg was given a glossy coat a la male, stickying up his shaft to gum up webs of juicy jizz.

"OhhHHHHHHH!" he exhaled in one breath. "Wow, h-hah, hooooh!"

"Selks, I think he loves it," she gave a noble's laugh, "best evacuate before dessert or he'll positively BURST!"

"Your accolades are gladly received," the inteleon bowed, "will there be anything else, sir and madame?"

"N-n-no!" James shook his head. "That'll be fine, thank you so much!"

The waiter scurried off as the griffon took another breath, feeling his white seed spatter across Sonata's tail with a terrible red blush across his face. She made sure not to let a single drop fall, cradling his shaft in the scoop of her tail to catch all his semen before slipping it all back into his pants. She then stuffed his sausage back inside and zipped them up with a gentle pat, then started to feast on her fish.

Allowing him some time to recover and eat, the pop star relished her meal as the griffon struggled to look her in the eye which delighted her immensely. They said nothing for a good while, stripping their poisson down to the bone and savouring the sweetly-grilled meat that had been given some delightful spicy tang. James kept starting and stopping a chance to speak, wanting to phrase a question but with no idea how.

"Yeeees?" she dared him to speak.

"Uh...do you...do this sort of interview with everyone?" he asked politely.

"No, just you. You're a special one, as you well know."

"Oh, th-thank you, Ms. Sonata. I really didn't expect any of this, and uh...I've loved every moment I've spent with you."

"Tch...really?" Her mask slipped off a little. "You really still like this? Alright, let's see how much you love these moments, hmmm?"

With a powerful reach, she grabbed his neck with her tail-fin and jerked him down underneath the table. There he saw her dress part at the front, the gown unfolding like the curtains of a lagoon to expose her rising slit and its prehensile shaft.

"Ready for dessert, birdy?" she gripped his head. "Go on."

Not wanting to disappoint her, but also captivated by the sight of her splendid staff, he grasped it carefully in both hands and slurped across the twitching sceptre. He couldn't let this second chance slip away, not after that first magical night despite the rising panic of being seen through the hanging tablecloth. He stopped thinking as soon as he kissed her length, entranced by her slightly-warm heat before he sucked down the slender tip that flicked inside his cheeks.

With his pants already soaked in his own cum, James started to care less about being improper and bobbed down deeper on the girth, hearing Sonata moan quietly with each buck of her tail against his beak. Thicker it grew once more and he soon struggled to take even 1/3rd in when it flexed, he gagged briefly when it filled his throat in a glut of pre.

"Dessert is here, madame," he heard the waiter's footsteps approach, "is your guest indisposed?"

"Just had to slide away for a moment," she leaned over, "he's indecent right now, just leave our treats here, he'll be back up shortly."

"Very well," the inteleon put down two bowls, "bon appetit, the finest chantilly cream from Kalosian stock."

"Lovely...I'll have to give my guest some of my own cream shortly."

Her smile grew fiendish as the inteleon bowed and took his leave, not even aware of the shenanigans underneath her table as Sonata flexed her lower body to whap against Jamesy's beak. The sound of piano music filtered in managed to somewhat-hide the constant plap of her girthy schlong, as well as the griffon's choking gulps and breathless sounds of desire. He certainly enjoyed it, much to Sonata's disbelief as she couldn't stop herself from spurting thicker down his gullet, and the sounds of his swallowing grew a little too loud.

She tapped his head to make him be quieter, as well as to push him down further with a teasing thrust to see how long he could hold his breath. All around him, James grew acutely aware of everyone around him when servers and guests passed back and forth, trying to hold his breath each time a presence grew near. Sometimes another acquaintance of Sonata would pop up and give a "riveting" dialogue for a while, all whilst the griffon kept schtum a deeper swallow until tears streaked down his beak.

With each sputter of pre, her lance drove deeper to start tickling the top of his stomach and directly inject him with gluts of rich salty milk. The tightness of his throat was too much, combined with the lewdness of being watched as she bit down on her spoon to suppress her grunts of orgasm. A fattening throb pumped down the bird's neck and fed him all her luscious semen, filling his belly nice and plump with such swelling heat that he rolled his eyes in bliss.

Each pulse of her staff he felt close to his heart, and he rubbed down her tail with such adoration, that Sonata could not help but feel something tick in her breast. Not one complaint from this fan of hers, despite how much she had tried, but here he was, gratefully swallowing her cum before she was done. Once the singer ceased throbbing, she pushed him back to his chair where he carefully slipped back up and licked his beak.

"Ugh...damn twerp," she started to laugh, "didn't even flinch when you went down on your knees, huh?"

"I...was I okay?" he straightened his back and looked down at his bowl. "Oooh, right, the sorbet."

"Hold up, you got something there."

Sonata leaned forwards and licked her thumb, stroking his cheek to get a little cum off the side and finding herself a little too close to his face. Their eyes locked together, and something thudded against her ribs. No, not here, she thought, too many eyes, too many rumours, don't lose control, don't lose it now.

"Do you...want to continue this interview elsewhere?" she whispered. "Just, for the sake of being professional."

"Y-yes," he nodded, "oh gods yes, I would love to."

"Mmm...alright," Sonata pulled back, "finish your dessert, then we can leave..."

"Together", her lips mouthed silent as James trembled with too many emotions. Confusion, panic, love, desire, a different set of love and admiration all swarming in the pit of his full stomach. He took his time finishing up his sorbet, spooning it all down to sit on the hot cream inside his gut. Once he was done, she paid their bill and they departed for the flying limousine that took them far across the country, somewhere southwest of Motostoke.

The iron-red city fumed beneath them with billowing smoke, funnels clouding the air that the corviknight flew higher above when they flew towards the west coast, and spotted a lonesome peninsula upon which a gorgeous villa stood alone, and was nearly impossible to reach normally from high-rising hills that barricaded it from the mainland.

It reminded James of a castle risen from the sea, with sparkling alabaster walls, a conch-shaped turret, seashells imprinted on its surface, and slow-winding ramps of baby blue pumice. Everything was smooth and round, a fairytale sculpted from sea foam where even the spires twisted upwards like ice cream cones. The bird was enraptured as they soon landed, and Sonata stepped out with him before thanking the raven.

"This way...Mr. Corck."

She kept her facade but barely, her smile tense and her body trembling with desires as the limo flew off and she escorted him up the ramp, towards a marvellous stained-glass door that opened into an inner wonderland. The kitchen had round smooth tables and counters with vanilla-frost colours and rosy bottom skirtings to resemble wedding cakes; the living room through an arch had chaise longues around a cosy fireplace, where nearby was an old gramaphone and an MP3 dock sitting side by side; and a spiral staircase led up through the back surrounded by portraits and starfish patterns.

"Ohhh...wow it," James gasped, "it's beautiful-"

"Shut up," she grabbed him, "follow me."

"O-okay."

She was still tense as she dragged him up the stairway, the smooth ramp somewhat confusing to the bird who kept expecting a step to trip him up as Sonata took him upstairs. More soft pastels greeted him with cyan walls and pink scallops, as the smell of the sea brushed over Jamesy's nostrils when he reached her bedroom. A beautiful four-poster bed dominated the room with soft azure curtains and pink duvets, the walls painted like the ocean horizon and the floor a very pale sandy tone.

The songstress pulled him into her bed, and the moment he tried to speak she clamped her fist round his beak. Her eyes begged him to be silent, for fear of the spell being broken as she suddenly kissed him, rolled on top of him on the covers and grinded her body against him. The satin sheets writhed with her movements like the shifting dunes, her tongue dove deep into her fan's beak as he gasped in shivering joy.

Her hands pinned his wrists as her gown tented and rubbed against his crotch, the wife struggled to undress herself whilst James nearly tore off his jacket just to feel her smooth body against his. Her bosom heaved with excitement, her tongue dripped thicker with salty saliva and her hair slightly bunched up with each flick of her head. The night turned into a whirlwind of ecstasy, the sunlight fading from her window as she ravaged him throughout the evening.

James was lost amidst waves of pleasure, with each undulation of her body as she pumped him deep with her lustre. Hours passed with not a word between them, her eyes softening with each thrust she made as the bed twisted further underneath them. Any time he dared to speak, she silenced him with her tongue and huffed on his face, fogging him in her breaths and rolling across the bed in constant thrusts. Sometimes he rode her sceptre like a stallion, pounding away with lashing tail, other times she mounted him on all his fours with hungering slaps of her lower body.

When he finally passed out, it was one of the best sleeps he ever had, his muscles slack and his hole throbbing red from a thick cummy drool. He awoke sometime later in the early morn with half of Sonata wrapped round him, as his slight movements awoke her with bleary eyes and tousled hair.

"Mmmmm...oh. Hey."

"Ah...hi," the griffon blushed, "so uh...that was-"

"Yeah." She cleared her throat. "Listen, I...ugh, can't believe I did this."

"I love your house," he looked around the room, "the pastels are really soothing, all your colours too!"

"Heh, thanks...it's very me, I know. You not gonna ask why we ended up like this?"

"I didn't want to ruin the moment. It was amazing, you...you're amazing."

"Am I?" Sonata sat up slightly. "I just tricked a fan into a meeting because I couldn't figure out the right words, or even if he felt for me the way I shouldn't be feeling for some twerp like...not that you're really a twerp, you're actually kind of neat."

"Thank you," James beamed and rubbed his hands, "I never thought I would ever...this is everything I wanted."

"Really? Not to be famous, to be successful?"

"Well, my business is already pretty good and it pays my rent so I can't really complain...but to be with you, even for one night at the concert was amazing, now we've had two nights together, it's incredible!"

"Ugh," she snorted with a laugh, "gods you are a dweeb...thank you."

The primarina smooched his head and wrapped her body tighter to pull him close, cuddling him with a growing smile that was different to the ones she gave before. There was less force behind it, a softening glint on the cheeks as she sighed in the brief silence. James laid his head on her breasts, fully relaxed once more as he listened to her heartbeat. Then it hit them. This was something more than a night of passion, as Sonata looked down upon him, and kissed his head gently.

Over the next few months, James and the singer would meet up more often in public, though she kept herself disguised for a different reason. They dined at cafés, they went to the movies, and for special occasions they would dance at the soirée in full regalia. Rumours of course abounded at how close they were getting, this unknown artist she had wined and dined who had no agent, no mainstream representation, but they all noted one thing. She was happier, lighter, smiled more often and had more energy in her performances.

James' only contribution to her business was the new album covers, given rich warm tones and strong blocking to make them stand out in the music racks. Ocean scenes and wondrous aquatic vistas, starlit fields and pastoral swirls all spoke of that eternal quest for love, but one more hopeful, less focused on the journey alone and the travels together with those at one's side. Slowly, but surely, James ended up moving out of his apartment to live with Sonata, having his own room downstairs with equipment set-up carefully.

She always worked nights, and he worked through the day. She took him out to dinner, and he made her breakfast. They curled up together in the sunset, and woke up when the sun rose. By the fifth month together, James had overcome his starstruck wonder of her celebrity status to be a more relaxed boyfriend, welcoming her home after a long day touring, or offering himself in her bed to relieve all that stress hard and deep.

If one had asked the couple when they decided to wed, neither could truly say. The past year had become a whirlwind romance, and it only felt like yesterday they had spent that dinner in Hulbury. Now they were attending the chapel at Ballonlea, a beautiful place deep in the Glimwood Tangle where lights danced between the trees and were said to be the fae blessing new couples. The twisting roots of giant trees hid several houses buried underneath, sculpted out of hillocks with charming round windows and warped little doors.

The chapel was built out of an old tree, warped through centuries of lightning and floods to leave enormous roots bloated with scars, which over the years had been painted to mark the decades gone by. A red carpet draped its centre, pews on either side were filled with well-wishers, locals and friends of the couple, who were currently occupied in the dressing rooms where thick oaken walls were adorned with mirrors.

"James?" a knock came at his door. "You ready?"

"OH, yes!" he called. "Just, agh, I'm never good with doing ties on myself."

The door opened as Sonata stepped in, seeing the griffon in a smart silver tux with his bowtie undone. The songstress was in a rich pale gown that resembled angels' wings, a flourishing spectrum of white and sea-blue forming a halo of feathers at her back.

"Ugh, you twerp," she giggled, grabbing his bow, "c'mere, lemme fix this."

"Sorry," he blushed at her touch, "gods this place is amazing, it feels so ancient."

"I always wanted a wedding here, feels mystical."

"I'm surprised, thought you'd want one closer to the sea."

"Yeah, well," she shrugged, tying the knot, "shoreside weddings don't get as much fairytale vibes, also the guests hate sand in their toes."

"True, but it's your wedding, what matters is what you want-"

"Our wedding. Not marrying myself, dork."

She bapped his head to make him giggle then finished up his bow, then took his hand and led him towards the aisle.

"It's funny," James swished his tail, "we first met in a dressing room, now the last time we're not married is in one."

"Tch, really?" she rolled her eyes. "I'm not spending our honeymoon in the dressing room."

"Oh I know, it's just not many couples first meet in one."

"Well you're special. You've shown me a lot of things by just being you, a lot of feelings came out and I just...yeah."

He gripped her hand tighter as the music began to play, her tail slithering behind and touching his tail with each step as the cleric rapidash stood at the pulpit, her robes accenting her luxurious mane of green and pink. Her unicorn horn shone beneath a ray of light, that came tumbling down from the split-open top of the giant tree-sanctum.

"Dearest beloved," spoke the horse, "we are gathered here beneath the light of the heavens, who shall bear witness to this union. A love soon to be bonded, two hearts entwined like the roots of the world. Please, join hands."

Everyone did so as James and Sonata turned to each other, their eyes rippling with emotion like puddles in the rain.

"James Corck, do you take your beloved whom you shall shield from sickness, whose love and honour you shall raise like the sword?"

"I do," he shivered.

"Jocelyne Sondheim, do you promise to bear love like a shield against evils, and with a sword from thine hearts stand through the darkest days?"

"I do," she breathed deep.

"Then by the blessings of this land, I sanctify this union. You may now seal thy love."

The cleric took their hands and pressed them together, summoning a soft shine that radiated through their bodies in a subtle glow. James and Sonata kissed as the hall erupted, a crowning ovation to their marriage as hands waved, hats were thrown and more than a few tears were wiped. Camera crews were sat at the very back for the sake of not being a nuisance, but still capturing a beloved performer's happiest day as the bird and seal left together.

Their hands kept tight with a new warmth as the town came out with a storm of confetti, where petals of white and pink flourished around their bodies and danced on the cobbled stones all the way to their hotel. It was a beautiful place where the giant mushrooms glowed through the windows and painted rooms in mystical auras, with their room dappled in shades of soft teal that danced across the warped wooden walls.

The moment they closed the door, Sonata ripped off his tie and plunged her tongue into his throat, her hands trembling with a ravenous hunger as she unbuckled his pants and back-pedalled him towards the bed. Sonata pounced on top of him as the duvet bounced with her weight, the cosy red covers soon twisting up under their bodies as her bridal gown parted to reveal her thickening lance.

"This feels...different, somehow."

"Yeah?" the griffon nodded. "You feel it too?"

"I haven't felt my heart pound like this since...since..."

She struggled to finish her words between peppering kisses, using her tail to pull off his pant legs fully and rub her aching shaft against his much-smaller gift. Their glans kissed each other before her pendulous spear wrapped round it with a throbbing squeeze and tightened his plums with a teasing grope. The bird moaned from her flexing embrace as her tongue roamed inside his beak, slobbering so thick that he had to start swallowing her saliva.

Her pre started to drool in turn, staining his tuxedo and smearing on her dress, that flounced and spread over him like a pinafore. His hands reached for hers and squeezed tight together, as she grinded on his belly. Sonata then grabbed his legs and lifted them up to press her meat against his rear, sliding in with little effort as James then wrapped his paws round her back to help her pound.

"MMMMPH! M-MMMMPH, OHHHH!"

"A-AAAAH, OOOH, S-SONATA, OHHH!"

"Y-you twerp, you still call me that?!"

"I...HAAAH, i-it's the name, of my princess!"

"D-DAMMIT, YOU!"

The primarina cackled with tears in her eyes, rocking the bed with each slam of her harpoon deep into his ass. Her girth stretched him as her lower body writhed in splendour, her tail lashed behind to hit the bedposts and her kisses turned even more ravenous. Her tongue lashed around his maw and at his cheeks, feeding him a thicker drool while her breasts squished against his chest.

Every clap of her lower body popped his ears, the bed grinded its posts on the floor and Sonata moaned with a beastly sound. Her hair became undone and rippled down her head like seaweed, her tongue slapped against his and her monstrous member twisted in his depths. Jamesy's tail whipped against the sheets underneath as his paws flexed behind her back, keeping tight on her smooth body and pulling her close with each thrust.

He loved the way she could tickle his stomach, her writhing serpent so easily slipping through the twisting depths and grinding on his walls like no one else ever could. He almost imagined a little bump every time she hilted, as her thick heat made him groan. Precum sputtered across his folds, glossing them rich in her love before she grew tired.

"W-wait, wait," she shifted herself, "ride me. Ride me like you mean it."

"Oh, okay!"

Sonata moved onto her back and grabbed the posts at the foot of the bed behind her, turning her body into a saddle which James rode upon like a gaucho. He grabbed for the bed's headrest and angled himself with a hard slam, groaning at the deep impalement as the wife enjoyed the sight of her husband's rear, as his tail tickled at her chin.

"OHHH! A-AAAAH, SONATA, OHHH!"

"NNNRGH, T-TAKE IT YOU TWERP!" She panted. "My beautiful little twerp, you love me dontcha?!"

"I DO, OH I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING!"

She bit her lip and thrusted up whenever he slammed down, her body undulating hard to smack on his furry rump and make it sting each time he hilted. Her hands tightened on the bedposts, the mattress buckled slightly from the savage rolling waves that her lower body made with each lancing thrust she drove into her birdy. Despite the throbbing bump in his belly that slightly hurt more with each slam, his pleasure rode high and his stubby rod sputtered onto the pillows.

His feathers flapped and he squawked with glee from each drilling thump in his gut, relishing Sonata's powerful form that bucked like a wild stallion. The heat of her shaft spread throughout him as she ticked ever closer to orgasm, before a trembling shriek filled his ears and her wads of thick cream pumped inside. Hot flowing primarina seed gushed up inside him, a fountain of love that paunched his belly and made him spurt his own orgasm when she drowned his prostate.

"A-AAAH, S-SO-SONATA!"

"MMMMPH, haaaaah! M-more, need more, I been waiting too long to stop now!"

"I-is this, why you saved up for a month?"

"You damn well know it, sweetie."

She grabbed his chest and launched forwards to push him down on his belly, rubbing Jamesy's beak on the headrest as his wife laid on top and humped him doggy-style, his cummy rear turning more sticky with each clap of her wet belly. The bed and their clothes turned damper but she didn't care, breathing against his neck and rutting him with an uncharacteristic lust that turned her husband on, as he arched his butt high to let her slam harder against his humping thighs.

Sonata's breaths thickened against his ear, enough that his feathered cheeks fluffed up and dripped with her saliva. Sometimes they kissed mid-thrust, her tongue slurping inside and over his beak to leave it slick with drool. But always she kept humping, her hands groping his tuxedo shirt to ruffle it further whilst the coat-tails were now drizzled in her juices. Her tail thudded against the bedposts like a cricket bat each time she drove downwards, churning the cum in his belly to a rich milky spurt.

James was lost in their passion, his eyes blurred and his ears filled with her wondrous voice, enchanting him with a primal melody between kisses and moans. She never stopped pounding, no matter how wet or dirty they became, no matter how much the sheets started to stick to their bodies or how matted their clothes became. Their fabrics crinkled and the bed jolted inches out of place with every thump of his wife's thick tail.

"M-MMMMPH, OOOOH!"

"H-haaah, you better clean me up after," she whispered, "can't leave me a mess before I go on stage."

"O-oh, goodness no," James rolled his eyes in bliss, "I-i would never let you leave without fixing you up, wh-what, what kind of husband would I be?!"

"Mmmmmhhh exactly...I love you."

"Love you too."

He could barely say it before another smooch shut him up, moments before her second climax pumped him to the point of overflowing, sputtering wads of cream all down their bedsheets and clothes. Her hands tightened on his chest as she gave a few last whaps of her tail to shake it all out, as Jamesy felt some pooling in his stomach.

"Mmmmmph...gods," she slumped on top of him, "why does your body feel so good?"

"Cuz I'm floofy," James mumbled delirious, "floofy birdy."

"Mmmm, MY floofy birdy." Sonata pulled out and sat up against the headrest. "Now clean me up."

"Yes, ma'am!"

He gave a silly salute and crawled over to her spent spiral spear, dripping thick with the last river of cum that he lapped up voraciously. The taste of her meaty halberd always excited him, as he sucked on the tip to swallow the dribbling seed, then dragged his tongue around the shaft in a helter-skelter fashion. Sometimes the tip curled and tickled his beak, before he reached the base and grinded his beak all around the pulsing slit.

In turn she pulled his butt close and spread his cheeks before sliding a finger in, nicely-gaped from a good year of being pounded as she made the bird moan from her creeping digit. Then came the second finger, pushing his dripping ass wider to let her see his drooling walls drenched in her hot milk. Grasping his tail, the primarina stuffed him to the knuckle as he squirmed in delight whilst the griffon sucked her clean.

His tongue roamed all over the writhing shaft, which occasionally wrapped round his beak and fondled over his cheeks. Sometimes when he sucked the tip, it wrapped round his tongue with a teasing pull to make him whimper at her quiet strength. The pumping fingers in his ass made his thighs quiver in delight, as Sonata stuffed him deep with a jabbing thrust to his prostate, a hard squishy bean that the songstress milked and prodded and flattened under her fingers. Her other hand slipped down to his balls and stroked along his throbbing shaft.

As she fondled his balls and pumped his meat, the seal moaned at her own staff being sucked off with wet slorps until it was shining pink. It did not take long for James to cum after the pounding he just had, trembling with a squawk at her devilish fingers squeezing his G-spot., or pumping him faster to his climax before she gulped down his meat.

Sonata swallowed every drop with tender gulps and her pink-ball nose smooshed against his orbs. Every throb of his second orgasm, she felt on her snout with twitching shudders, and once she stopped sucking, the bird rotated himself so they were face-to-face again. Their clothes were smothered in cum, his tuxedo spattered in white and her dress now soaking flat.

"I really hope you know a good dry-cleaner," James muttered.

"I do," she sighed, "you know how many clothes I have to steam-dry by now."

"Mmmmm...this was great."

"Yeah, it sure was. Thanks for being here."

"At our...wedding?" he smirked.

"Well, what else do I say?" the singer scoffed. "Thanks for marrying me? Ugh, I shoulda done vows."

"I know what you meant," the griffon smooched her nose, "thank you for being you."

"Tcheh...wouldn't have met you if I wasn't me. But I'm glad I did, Jamesy."

She smiled and pulled him into her bosom, her breasts becoming pillows as her lungs swelled against his ear and formed a lullaby with her breaths. Once they recovered, they pulled themselves up and went to the bedroom-suite's shower, washing themselves down and putting their clothes away to be cleaned another time. They walked back to bed naked and clean, then changed changing the sheets for some spare clean ones in a cupboard.

"Sooo...what now?" asked James.

"Mmmm, not sure," Sonata shrugged, "just keep being ourselves, living together, you do your art, I do my singing."

"I like that," he smoothed down the duvet, "we don't have to change too much, it's already been a lot for me with a new house."

"But you like it, right?" She crawled onto the bed. "I mean, you're not an idiot, we did this together."

"I do!" the griffon joined her. "I love your house, I love being with you."

"Even if I'm...different from when I'm on stage?"

"You didn't hide much from me when we first met." He took her hand. "And I still loved you even behind the face you put on stage. I just want to be with you, anywhere we go, long as I'm with you, it's everything I want."

"...thank you." She squeezed his fingers. "You're...you really are my prince, huh James?"

Sonata kissed him on the lips as he smiled, before she wrapped her body round his beneath the covers. Tired and in love in their fairytale room, they would dance in their dreams as her heart now finally laid in peace, beside the one she had been looking for.