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Pippin took care not to stomp up the stairs leading to her room, cloak bundled about her armor against the winds that often poured through the city canyon. Another long day after so many before, and the second-in-command of the city’s entire guard force, a somewhat smallish Sinvian lovebird, had to go out of her way to develop and maintain the kind of façade that just worked against those underneath her. She had no doubt that most of the other guards thought of her as bold and strong, well-reasoned, strict, stern.

But doing so sapped the energy out of her, enough so that even with the second-wind burst that always came at the end of a shift, one of her talons still caught along the wood of the stairs and Pippin half-tumbled forward towards her door. Grumbling, the bird fiddled with the lock, scooped herself inside, and then before the door had even had time to close, she had already begun working at the various belts and buckles and fastenings and other such things for her armor. The cloak went to its customary peg on the wall; one pauldron and then the other clattered to the floor, the smooth chestpiece – flat, as it used less material and, being of an avian species, it wasn’t like she had all that much there to protect – and then the greaves sheathing her talons.

The high winds in the canyon of Adelaide here had resulted in the guard force taking on a somewhat lighter uniform than other cities of similar size, what with the wind’s tendency to literally pick up and throw the unprepared. Beneath the thin yet sturdy metal plates Pippin wore boiled leather woven together, much more breathable and easily moved and, more importantly, removed; within seconds she had undone the laces and peeled herself out from the remnants, and then finally stood there within her room fully naked, the cool sunlight coming in through the window dancing across her amber feathers.

Amber with splotches of white, like – like ochre earth speckled in sunlight through the trees above, someone in some bar had told her once. The bird ran her fingers down across herself, preening as she went; she flattened out some tufts here and there, straightened some feathers that had gone into the armor crooked, fluffed out some other spots… felt the lines of sleek, developed muscle underneath, the taut tightness along her lower back and belly from spending so much time on her feet.

Nice, she thought, and turned her back to the window. The longer she stood here, the warmer the sun felt as it played over her fingers, draping down along her waist, curling over her thighs to the front; Pippin sighed, rolled her head to the side, and then finally dropped a hand down between her legs, two fingers carefully poking, prodding… nudging, rubbing, rolling.

All day. I’ve been waiting all day, and now I’m finally here, and I can… Pippin felt her beak fall open, her eyes flutter shut, her tailfeathers twitch and fluff as she worked at herself, fingers slipping along soft, slick flesh, sliding up between sensitive lips, curling back down again. It wasn’t as if it was the work that did this to her, or any of the people there, or anything she managed to get done in her downtime in between shifts; it was just the built-up tension simmering inside of her, the vague, distant desire for a longer, more satisfying break, all layered over a deeper, stronger need, that made her just-

-shiver against herself, clack her beak again, then halfway buckle at the knees as a wave of hot pleasure sloshed up through her lower body. Panting gently, the Sinvian drew her fingers away from herself, wiped the slickness off along the feathers of her thighs – she would be visiting the hot springs again before the night was out, of course – then stepped over towards the nightstand by the bed. She made sure to angle her backside towards the window and lift her tail-crest as she bent over, flaring the feathers out, giving a little wiggle from her hips while she pulled the drawer open.

Not that there would be anyone to see, given that her room was elevated above the nearest walkway along the canyon walls, but doing so still added a little something to her self-enjoyment.

Finally she drew out what she had grabbed, the anticipation sending yet another flutter through her feathers. Cool, sweet blue, shining in the sunlight, the curved, sleek surfaces soft yet still firm, bearing the same sort of malleable, velvet-rubber texture as moisturized skin… Pippin licked her lips as she looked over the thing, one hand rubbing up along the shaft, the other coming down to run her thumb across first one of the sizeable, rounded balls underneath, then the other. It wasn’t realistic enough to where those would shift and move around when she squeezed, but – close enough.

Excitement growing, the bird turned back to the center of the room, squatted down, and rested the toy along the floorboards in front of her. She spread her legs around it, angled herself forward, then with one hand tilted it back so that the tapered head nudged up against her sex, already luxuriously wet from growing arousal. This next part was her favorite, where she drew herself forward, kept the end of the toy against herself with two fingers, then worked her hips to drag forward and back, teasing at that spot, until… the pressure pushed, grew, then finally sank into her, plunging slowly, smoothly into luscious wet warmth.

Pippin shivered with the sensation, reflexively squeezing around the toy as she continued to push herself down. The heat, the excitement, shivered and spread out from that point of contact, swelling up inside of her just as the pressure continued to sink deeper; before long her mouth had fallen open again and she moaned out into the still air of her room, ankles trembling where she kept herself up, the balls of the toy so close to her, just barely half an inch away. She could feel its length inside of her, squishing out at interior walls, stiff yet soft, fulfilling… exactly what she needed for now.

Realizing that she had started to drool a little bit, the bird wiped at the edge of her beak with her wrist and looked down between her legs, towards where the sat just above the base of the blue material. Every time she clenched she felt it there inside of her, pushing deep; her tailfeathers flicked and juddered, and her chest heaved in unsteady, eager breaths.

Long day, she thought, so I deserve a long session…