A Bear Out of Water- Part 1

"Found one!" Banjo shouted, diving underwater. No more than a few seconds had passed before he returned to the surface with a average sized fish in his mouth. "BRAAA! Is that the best you can do?" Kazooie squawked rudely. "Well I don't see you down here grabbing fish for supper, Kazooie!" Kazooie sighed.
She lept right out of the backpack perched off a nearby tree and dove straight into the water. She sped underwater like a torpedo, skewering fish left and right. Her propeller-like tail feathers leaving behind a trail of red feathers as she went. She then gracefully jumped up from the river and back into the backpack. Four fish of similar size flopped onto the ground by the tree.
"I guess that's your dinner, since you eat four times as much as me, huh?" she said with the smuggest expression on her face. "Well golly Kazooie! you sure showed me! great job." She blushed, but turned her face away to hide it. "Y-you aren't supposed to compliment me after I show off..." she spoke under her beak. The two then headed back to their quaint house to begin dinner.
When they got back to the house, Banjo started prepping the fishes. Kazooie on the other hand, went straight to her new laptop and went on the internet that Mumbo magically installed (literally). She was browsing sites looking for anything on her species. Oddly enough, she couldn't find a thing.
It worried her, not knowing the average lifespan of a breegull. Feeling conflicted, she took a look at her right wing against the light; bright red and yellow feathers that glistened with fresh oil, not a single grey one either. She seemed to be as young as ever, and still felt it too.
She turned to look at Banjo. His thick tough and beefy body contrasted heavily from her thin, feathery one. She began watching his arms flexed as he wielded the kitchen knife, chopping away at whatever he was cooking (she was so preoccupied, she didn't even care to glance at what he was preparing). Strange, she thought. She never really looked at Banjo this way before, nor did she really care to before. Sure, she watches him often. All he does is eat and sleep and loaf around. He doesn't even have a computer! Just that old Game Boy, the same one since 1997. Idiot. He really needs to get with the times. But... hey did she care so much? Usually she'd just call him something like "Ban-slow" or some dumb punny insult, but right now, it felt different. It felt like... she wanted to be deeper with this, with him.
Kazooie then sprung onto the table and picked up a fish, eyeing Banjo playfully.
She then takes a bite off it, and spits it back out. She then takes all four of the fishes on the table and throws them into the fire. "K-Kazooie! What was that for?" Those fish tasted aweful. We are going back out to the river and catching us some more..." she tilts her head closer to his, their eyes only inches apart "and this time, we are going to do it right." "But Kazooie, it's already dark out!" She didn't respond to this. She just turned around and flew out the window. "Better hurry while I'm still in the mood!" she shouted back. Banjo ran after her,
He returned to the spot where they were fishing earlier, meeting up with the red bird who was waiting. He heads for the water, only to be blocked by a wing stopping him. "Nope. First, you gotta lose the pants." "Wh-what? What for?" "Because, you don't want this pair getting wet too, do you?" Slowly, he complied. Kazooie stared awestruck at Banjo's huge cock. "I-I... oh my god..." she said out loud. "What the heck is that?!" "Oh, that? It's just my dong. It's sort of a mamalia thing." All Kazooie could think about is how bad she wanted this 'mamalia' thing. Without hesitating, she grabbed it with her wing and started stroking the member. "wow!" said Banjo. "This actually feels really good when someone else does it! I've never known how soft your feathers are!" Kazooie then bends a little closer to watch the great schlong grow more and more stiff by the second.
This went on for a minute or so, but then Kazooie began to think. She approached his huge and fully erect dick with her beak. She opened her mouth slightly, just wide enough to fit it though. "D'ow! careful now!" Kazooie felt a slight shock of embarrasment, but kept on going. She had the entirety of his shaft in her large beak. She then began to rat-a-tat-tat up and down, using her beak as a drill. 'Looks like Bottle's lessons really did come in handy' she thought to herself. She began using her tongue to massage as she drilled the bear. To him, this was sweeter than any honeycomb he ever tasted. The both of them moaned profusely, Kazooie more muffled than her partner's. Suddenly, Banjo reaches into the water and somehow miraculously catches a whopper- about one and a half times the size of the previous catches. He then takes the tail end and pushes it up against Kazooie's behind. She moans with pleasure as she gets her rectum breached by a bear force 1 powered fish. At this point she is too helpless to continue her drilling. Banjo then flips her over on her backside, being careful not to snap her tiny, frail body. "Are you up for a cheat code Kazooie?" "B-but we don't have enough pages for one!" "Well then looks like I'll have to enter this one in the hard way!" he says as he rams his fat brown bear dick in Kazooie's tiny hole. She squawks noises she never even knew she could make.