The door slammed open as the storm was heard from outside. Lightning flashed as the few patrons inside of the inn glanced up at the unknown figure. Not much was seen from within the stranger’s hood. All that could be seen was the black tip of a beak and the fade away the further up it went, as well as a sword strapped to their back.
	Torokel looked up from the table he was clearing of mugs and plates. His somewhat long pink bill was a burden at times, but it was something he learned to deal with. A dark fuzz at the top and back of his head looked like hair but was feathers. His entire front was white, which was on display since all he wore was a gray fundoshi, which bulged badly from how small the cloth was and left little to imagination.
	The pelican’s back was white to some extent, as the lower part changed to black and wrapped around his thighs and ass to fade into the white in front, with his tail all black. His legs were scaled and colored a gray like color, nearly a match to his ‘uniform’. His arms faded into the black as well towards the end, where there were five larger than normal feathers that he used to grip things.
	His yellow irised eyes tracked the unknown person to the bar as the door slammed shut on the storm. There, they talked to the innkeeper. Torokel shook his head and resumed cleaning up the table’s mess. He didn’t want to get fired, he needed this job.
	Taking the dirty things to the kitchen in the back, he set it down next to the wash basin. Luckily, he didn’t have to clean them, otherwise he’d probably hate this job. Scrubbing was hard with fingers like his.
	The innkeeper yelled at to him through the swinging door. “Torokel, bring the soup and some bread!”
	Sighing, the pelican went and grabbed a bowl and ladled some of the night’s soup into the bowl. Going to the bread, he cut off a hunk and placed it on a plate with the bowl. A spoon was set on the other side and the tray was lifted in the feather fingers.
	Pressing his back to the swing door, he breathed deeply, swallowed and tried to contain his blush. If it was allowed, he was sure that his uniform would be nothing at all. Still, he might as well have been with how little and tight his fundoshi was.
	Passing back into the main room, he started to mender his way over to the unknown avian. At least, he assumed it was an avian. He sighed as he set the food down, having heard the crack of thunder and the wind blowing hard. Looked like he’d have to stay here or leave now and hurry home.
	Looking around, he noticed that only another traveler had yet to leave, the rest already gone home. Of course they would. Approaching the innkeeper, he murmured, “May I speak to you privately ma’am?”
	He walked into the kitchen, followed by the keeper as he asked the always dreaded question. “M-may I le-leave early?”
	The innkeeper tilted her head and pondered. Going over to the back door, she opened it and was assaulted in no time with rain and wind. Struggling with the door, she sighed and shook her head.
	“Should have let you go sooner.” Thinking to herself, she nodded. “You’ll have to stay here for the night.”
	Torokel was downcast. Grinning the keeper hugged him. “Don’t worry, it’s just because of how bad it is. Don’t want you to get hurt.”
	He smiled at his boss. She was so kind. The pelican returned to the main room and sat in a chair, watching the two final patrons to see if they needed anything.
	Once the other traveler left, it was just the unknown one in the room. Sighing, Torokel stood and walked over to their table and sat, perched ready to get them anything they needed.
	They continued to eat. The white bird almost fell out of his seat when the other bird spoke. “Why are you sitting here?”
	The voice was deep, but feminine. His yellow eyes wandered to the wall where her, as was somewhat apparent now, sword was. He shook a bit as he answered timidly, “Ju-just waiting t-to see if you ne-needed anything el-else.”
	Piercing red orange eyes gazed at him in a way that made him shiver unpleasantly. She looked down and continued to eat before saying, “Get me some water.”
	The pelican jumped from his seat and rushed for the kitchen. He shivered as the door swung behind him, certain that her gaze was on his backside as he walked. Grabbing a mug and dipping it in the water barrel, he proceeded out into the main room again.
	This time, he saw how her eyes roamed his entire body. He shuddered and went over to her table, setting down the mug and sitting again. His face was pink with embarrassment. How he wished he could wear at least something better than just this fundoshi.
	The stranger set down her spoon and leaned back, drinking the water. She appeared to think before she set the mug down and leaned forward, resting her beak on her intertwined fingers. She just gazed at him with her intent red orange eyes. He began to squirm as she watched him.
	“Where are you staying?”
	Torokel nearly fell out of his chair. He scrambled to remain seating though as he replied, “J-just in the attic un-unless it’s c-cold, th-then the kit-kitchen for the st-stove.”
	She tapped her beak tip with her two forefingers, the claws on the scaled hand and arm he didn’t seem to see earlier looked sharp but manageable. Her eyes got a look that made him shiver.
	“I require assistance later with some of my gear. Come by when you’re done with everything.”
	“Wh-what room are you in?”
	“Last one, on the right.”
	“I-I’ll be th-there.”
	The mysterious avian female stood from her seat and grabbed her sword. She proceeded to walk to the stairs and go up. Torokel let out a breath he hadn’t known he was holding as he stood too. Grabbing the leftover bowl, mug and spoon, he walked to the kitchen and set the items in the wash basin.
	He sighed and decided to go ahead and wash them. His feather fingers were a big pain sometimes, but he gripped the utensils and started to scrub them clean with some soap. The pelican dried them off and set them on the counter. Enough time had been used to stall, so the pelican set off up the stairs to the stranger’s room.
	The male avian stopped at the door. Breathing deeply and swallowed his lump he knocked on the door. Torokel heard the soft, “Come in” and went through the door. The room was dark as he closed the door and let his eyes adjust. He was pressed hard against the door and his gasp was broken by another beak smashing up to his, tongue swirling around his own.
	Intense red-orange eyes looked into his yellow ones and there was a glint to them as the female bird grabbed his arm and dragged him to the bed. He was thrown on it, back first as she sat on his legs. He blushed as his eyes roved her body. Her front was entirely black, white encroaching around her neck. The only other color was her nipples, which were a pink color.
	The magpie, for that was what he thought she was, let out a smirk as she run her hands over her chest, lightly squeezing her mounds and as she crooned. “I’m Orana and tonight, you are my lover.”
	Torokel gulped and watched as her scaled hand drew down her front, before gripping his hard bulging cock, making him gasp as he didn’t know he was that hard. The male bird flushed hard as he felt her paw grip his waistband. The female’s claws ripped through the fabric, laying bare his white balls, his white cock and pink cock head.
	Orana grabbed his cock and started to stroke it. The pelican gripped the sheets with his fingers, groaning out as he leaked some pre. “You are pent up. What’s your name?”
	His mind was a bit scattered as he breathed hard. Her hand had traveled down her body and disappeared between her legs, obviously to play with herself. His answer was meek, “T-Torokel.”
	She sat up, showing that indeed her fingers were deep in her pink pussy, pumping slowly. The magpie grinned and crawled up, pressing her body down onto his. Her breasts squeezed around his pectorals as his cock slipped between her thighs, brushing her slit as it got a bit wet. “Mmmm, I’m sure this will be mutual fun.”
	Orana sat up again and grabbed his cock base. She smirked at the blushing male as she pressed the cock head to her waiting lips. He spurt another drop of pre before calling out sharply as she practically sat down on his arousal. The tight warmth of her pussy along with the complete encasing of his cock nearly made him cum in her then. 
	The magpie let out a nice long croon, her hands finding her breasts again and pinching the nipples. Torokel, however, just gripped the sheets harder, his eyes squeezing shut to keep from cumming. After a minute of tense silence and calming down, he opened his eyes and her hands pressed into his chest.
	She pushed up slightly, her wet slit rising up his shaft before she plopped back down to the base, causing the male to shiver as she let out a groan. Her fingers dug into his skin as her insides continued to clamp onto his member. His tip spurt pre inside of her, the back of his mind wondering if this was a good idea, but silenced by his pleasure.
	Up and down Orana went, both building up to the moment. She took her hands and leaned back, placing them on the pelican’s legs as she went faster. He moaned out, his hips bucking lightly as she pressed down harder into him.
	In what seemed like a moment, the magpie let out a loud caw, her insides spasming as her juice coated his cock. Torokel couldn’t stand it. He gripped her legs and pressed hard into her slit, his voice calling out “ORANA!.” The white member pulsed and throbbed as the pink cock head spilled out his cum inside of her. Grounding his arousal in her, he finally laid on the bed spent, breathing raggedly. 
	Orana laid down on top of him, panting as the cock slid out of her used pussy. The fluids inside of her slowly flowed out and down onto the bed, pooling a bit around the male’s groin. She preened his neck lightly before closing her eyes and falling asleep. By then, Torokel was already breathing evenly.