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Day in the Life: The Freed Chongwu: The Freedom of Creativity (18+)

She leaned forward and gave the side of his beak a smooch, purring. "What else is there to paint? You've got the city. Maybe a few landscapes? Or maybe just me," she joked, taking a pose, arms holding her up as she tilted her head appealingly to the side. "I am quite photogenic. And what is a painting but a way longer and more artistically taxing photo?"
 
Remi let out a deep croak, resting on one side, nuzzling Aly's face with his beak fondly. "We're going to need a room and some proper furniture to make a painting of you. We have the whole day to paint out here, and night. I just want to spend most of it just hanging out, away from the city noise and my apartment."
 
"Away from your apartment?" She tilted her head, confused. "Everything alright? Or is that just part of the city to escape from?'' She still nuzzled back, purring as she looked at him. If he was having trouble, Aly knew how to fix that. She reminded herself, then, that she was almost certainly reading too much into it.
 
"Well..." Remi looked away, then sighed. "Fine. I'm a cheap stake, so I ended up getting an apartment in a bad part of the city. Not that I don't know how to defend myself, but constantly dealing with people who try to steal your datapad or scam you gets quite cumbersome, not to mention some of the blatant... speciism? Racism? I get called bird-brain a lot."
 
There was a certain edge in her eyes suddenly, a feline glare at the idea of this. Not at him, no no, but at the concept of him being in harm's way. "Well, I can't have that." She gave a long "hmmmm," leaning her head back as she thought for a bit. "Rem, let me give you," she didn't want to say 'one' of her places, as that made her sound like some sort of criminal. Or a secret agent with so many homes, which wasn't that far from the truth. "You... could stay with me. It's a nicer part of town. I'm not rich by any means, but I'd like to keep you safe." She reached over, taking his hand in hers. "I'm rather fond of you," she said, looking away bashfully. "Or I can get you a hotel room. I've got some connections, which is something I never thought I could ever say."
 
"Shit, Aly..." Remi looked away impishly, scratching his feathers. "I can't make you pay me for a hotel room." He thought for a minute, gently taking Aly's cheek, turning her face to his. "I'll pay half of the rent. We can be roommates, then you can always gawk at my paintings." The secretary-bird clicked. "I won't take no for an answer. I'm going to pay my dues. Admittedly... it'd be nice to live with someone who can relate, even though we're technically difference species."
 
"Pff," she scoffed playfully. "'Technically,' sure." She leaned closer, laying her head on his shoulders. "But if there's one thing cats know, it's that everything can be snuggled. Alright, halfsies on the rent. I'll find a place to put your best work, so I can look at it all the time." Fingers intertwined, she purred. "And I'll keep you safe." She looked up at him. "I bet the city at night is a great subject to paint."
 
"Thanks Aly, really." Remi chirped, resting on his sleeping bag, closing his eyes contently. He felt the cool breeze from outside filtering it, the warm of Aly at his side, her touch, through her furry head, her hand, the pressure from her body...

With his eyes still closed, the secretary-bird croaked repeatedly, pulling Aly closer to his chest, his hand feeling under the coat, exploring under the T-shirt, pressing his hand along her legs.
 
She gave a quiet gasp at the invasion, looking at him with a surprised smile. "Goodness Rem, did you haul me all the way out to the wilderness just to fondle me?" This was what she needed, honestly, a bit of fun in the tent after a week. So motivated was she that she flipped the script, moving quickly. She crawled on top of him, straddling his waist and staring down into his eyes. "You rascal. I've had a hell of a week, talking to people who I'd much rather just yell at," she started, her hands unzipping his coat just to run her fingers down his chest. "Giving money to hard working people, dealing with actual racism when I'm talking to barely important people that don't work hard at all," she continued, a hand slithering down to feel around his waist, "And after all that stress, you walk into my door and whisk me away to the wild." Her face was directly in front of his, smiling down at him. "You probably saved countless lives by doing that," she joked.
 
Remi croaked at Aly's soft words. "I aim to pleasure. The City Kitty has been one for too long." He gently pressed her head towards his face, nuzzling her neck and snout with his beak affectionately. "You really should come out here more often. Sitting at a desk for hours on end is terrible for your back. Out here, you can do as you wish without judgement. Paint, camp..." The secretary-bird pulled Aly in close, into a tight hug, then whispered into her ear suggestively, "Make love without bound..." One hand pressed against the small of her back, the other slithered, squeezing under her jeans, caressing the base of her tail, then ending at her buttox, squeezing greedily.
 
She purred louder, the familiar sound of a fuzzy machine starting in excitement. She nuzzled his face, kissing along his feathers and beak, her tail reacting behind her with a lashing desire. “Careful lover,” she moaned into his burst hear holes, “You might just steal my heart.” She gently nipped the side of his neck, as her hands pulled more clothing away from his body. It wasn’t quite pretty, clothes hanging off the both of them, but she was hungry for him, already wet as she looked down at her stress relief.
 
"As if I haven't already." Remi clicked, tugging at Aly's jeans to expose the valley of her delightful behind, then took hold of her hands. Suddenly, with his powerful cybernetic legs, he pushed them both up, then tumbled around to press Aly down into his sleeping bag, pinning her to it by her wrists. Remi snorted warm air from his nostrils, down onto Aly's face, a hunger in his eyes. His feathers then stood up to another cool breeze washing through the tent. With a click, he stood up, disheveled by Aly's disrobement. Wordless, he left the tent, only to return with the heater, which filled the makeshift room with warm, cozy air.

"There. Now let's get to work." The secretary-bird croaked contently, coming back down on Aly, gently helping her out of her coat and jeans, straddling her hips, leaving her only in her T-shirt and panties. "Mmm..." Remi observed, "You basically tried to come out here like this, silly city kitty. Very little to the imagination. You need me." He teased, pulling Aly's T-shirt tight to her body so that her curves and bossom were more pronounced to him.
 
"Tsk, need you for what? To fuel the imagination? To fawn over me?" She purred, smiling up at him with her mischievous smile. "I might have been banking on my fur protecting me from the cold. Silly me. I should have just let you do that." The t-shirt did little to hide her curves when pulled like that, and the feeling gave Aly a shiver. "Or maybe I need you for other reasons. Do you intend to banish the stress from my body? Because I could use that."
 
"It would be my pleasure, Aly." Remi gave a long croak, straddling over the feline. His beak pressed into Aly's bossom, nuzzling it and lightly scratching her sensitive skin with the tip. One hand gripped hers, clenching it tight. His rod still repressed behind a plumage of soft fur, he warmed her up, first by exploring her womanhood with her fingers, pressing against soft tissue that delighted her, but not yet the spots that truly made her euphoric, teasing her.
 
Damn, she thought, he already knows all my buttons. She was already squirming under his fingers, her hands quickly tossing her shirt away, ,then her bra so he could play with her fuzzy breasts. Now freed, they bounced lightly as her body was shaken. "You unfair tease," she mewled, "You've already found my buttons, I didn't expect you to remember them all." Her hands clutched at the sleeping bag below them, biting her lower lip to muffle the moaning.
 
Remi looked up, puzzled. "Why are you suppressing your joy?" He gently pressed his fingers into her mouth, pushing against her tongue with his index and middle finger, chirping coyly. "As I said, we can make as much love as you want. No one will hear you cry." His final sentence came out with his French accent, as he pressed against her most sensitive pleasure points along her walls, rubbing and massaging the happy, soft areas of flesh. "So sing to your heart's content, my sweet kitty."
 
She giggled, eyes lidded as she let go of her stifled moan. With a shivering yowl, she opened her mouth for his fingers and let stress roll from her voice. She looked up at him, muttering around his fingers, "Talk to me in your fancy accents, you sexy European bird." She panted, mind clouding with far more primal thoughts. She wanted this bird, all of him.
 
"As you wish, love." Remi croaked, fingering her harder from both ends until she was squirming and wet. He clicked at his accomplishment, pulling out of her, straddling her, playing with her breasts, teasing and torturing her with his absence until she struggled and mewled hungrily, taking pleasure in feeling her twitch under his grasp, her breasts bouncing up and down rhythmically under her hands. Finally, the secretary-bird gave her what she wanted, revealing his blade-like cock from underneath the plumage at his crotch, taking hold of her hips, then sliding in slowly, giving Aly ample time to feel her pleasure points pushed, one at a time.
 
He called her “love” and her heart fluttered once more. Already he had dominion over her body, given to him by her, and now, by his actions and bringing her out here, slowly gained dominion over her heart. Legs spread, every centimeter was blissful agony as he pushed deeper. They were alone, and now Aly let herself cry out with delight as a satisfaction arose inside her. She looked up at him with eyes that spoke of elation and perhaps a desire of the heart, and she barely spoke in a strained whisper, “Call me ‘love’ again… I want to hear it…”
 
Remi's eyes lit up at Aly's happy cries and her desiring whispers, thrusting himself in harder, rhythmically, pounding into her, his arms tense as he gripped her thighs and pulled her into his hips. "It'd be my pleasure." He answered coyly, then pausing, grunting with strain, blasting his seed into her womb, then leaning down contently, resting his head between her breasts, his dick drenched inside of her, his hands cupping and squishing her cheeks affectionately. "Love, love, love."
 
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