Felt weird finishing this one... I mean it fits inbetween a weird transition at where I was drawing then I stopped... I mean REALLY stopped... then picked it up and finished it...

Took me alot longer because I actually put it down almost as soon as I just about finished it... I mean I had the colors flattened out on it and all but I set it aside, picked up another work (which was this journal entry... http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/1487604/) and ran with it... then I realized, "If I do this I'll NEVER see the other one I was working on finished!"

So I stopped myself, good thing too, and went back in to finish this one.

I'm pretty happy with this one! I mean I might go back in... touch it up a bit, but overall I'm very happy with the result I was looking for :3

Hey here's something I haven't done in a while!

STORY TIIIME!!!

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Standing across the street from a rather well established home in some familiar neighborhood, a small Burrowing Owl avian stood watching, grimacing unpleasantly, occasionally shifting in his stance as he kept still, just staring. He felt uneasy to be in the location he was at, knowing that the house just across the street from him was residence to one of his friends, possibly one of his best friends, and that he was awaiting an awkward rendezvous with two other individuals seeking to approach that home.

They came sooner than expected, a long, pale skinned, gangly, uneasy to look at creature of a man with long, gravity defying red hair accompanied with a short, squabbly Gamel Quail avian who were conversing with one another in Spanish though the taller, abnormal sight of a man would bluster in laughter and spout some sort of Portuguese as they approached the small, Burrowing Owl avian.

"HECTOOORRRR!!!" The taller, unsettling man roared pleasantly whilst rolling his r's as he finished calling the small avian out.

Hector frowned though he wanted to smile and waved back at the taller man, "Hey Motoya."

"HECTORRR!" The Gambel Quail avian seemed to mimic Motoya, "You got the stuff, mang?!"

Motoya nudged a foot at the Gambel Quail avian, clicking his tongue and shook a finger at him sternly, "Hernando don't be so impatient with our little friend, I am sure he would not let us down!" Motoya reassured.

Hector looked off behind him, seeing a duffle bag just a few feet away from him as he rubbed his little hands together, swallowed nervously and then gazed back up at his larger counterparts, "Y-yeah I got the stuff but I don't know if we should go through with this... I mean... Juju's our friend." Hector announced.

"Hector do not worry! He IS our friend! Which means us barging in on him, he'll know this is all fun and games! No one will lose an eye, eh?!" Motoya commented.

"I just don't think this is a good idea... what if he kills us!" Hector cried.

"He wouldn't kill us! ... would he?" Hernando asked, waving a bottle of condiment as he always carried with him mysteriously, wagging it at Motoya.

"Maybe he will, maybe he won't... yet I am skilled fighter so I think our odds are pretty good!" Motoya announced.

"Hector how long has Juju been home?" Hernando asked.

"Couple of minutes? Um... I just got here as soon as I saw him pull into the driveway." Hector replied.

"Good... are the batteries in the cameras all charged?" Hernando asked.

"Yes." Hector replied, "But--"

"But, nothing, Little Wing!" Motoya cursed at Hector with his thick Brazilian accent as Hector shut his eyes and clutched the side of his head, bracing himself as though he were to get hit.

"We will do this and we will be heroes!" Motoya continued.

"Heroes of what?" Hector asked, popping one eye open and saw Hernando squirting the bottle of condiment into his mouth once, taking a shot and smacked his beak together before looking content.

"Heroes of YouTube!" Motoya cheered.

"That doesn't sound really appealing Motoya..." Hector said, sliding his hands down his face before putting them together in front of himself.

"Look, just follow my lead-- let's do this." Motoya remarked seriously as he picked up the bag, unzipped it and grabbed a camcorder and tossed a spare digital camera at Hector who caught it readily.

"God watch over us..." Hector complained.

"God is with us! Now let's go little crusaders!" Motoya hollered passionately as he charged for the house knowing Hernando and Hector would follow behind closely.

Inside the house was a different sort of adventure unfolding. It'd been some time since Juju had appealed to the interests of a lady feeling equal to his own interests yet the young woman he'd chosen to accompany him had known him for quite some time. It was unsure whether either of them had anticipated to become so close yet here they were, huddle close, hands and body eagerly reading and feeding off each other's energy and sensualities. Juju gazed into his partner's large blue eyes while parting hair away from her face as he kept her hitched up onto a wall, bracing his body underneath her to keep her afloat as she began tugging up at his, clawing at his skin greedily as they smiled back at one another eagerly.

Juju had reeled one of his hands behind him, untying the pair of excessively decadent footwear she had on as he felt her legs come around his waist, squeezing and tugging at him closer as to feel him inbetween her more, gesturing sensually what she would demand soon enough. Her top slid down her frame as she shrugged it off, hands continuing their stride upwards in taking his shirt off.

This was going to happen!

A secret desire now laid bare between the two was to ensue as soon as his shirt and her top would initiate the dance... just then...

From outside of the house, as the three allied hoodlums had suspected, or rather were lucky enough to have the circumstance work in their favor, Juju had forgotten to lock the front door to his house!

"WELCOME TO YOUTUBE!!!" Motoya screamed as the three ransacking paparazzi barged into the room.

Juju turning himself about swiftly with fervent embarassment as he noticed three of his friends, Motoya, Hernando and Hector armed with cameras and that strange bottle of condiment Hernando always seems to carry with him.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!" Juju screamed with determined stall between each word as his face grimaced with unpleasant surprise.

"Are we on film?! Ohmuhgawd we're gonna be FAMOUS! Juju let's give them a show they'll never forget!" Yuko remarked with an air of appreciation in her voice as she brought an arm out in a sort of waving gesture at the camera.

"Work it, honey!" Motoya screamed again as all three of them busted thumbs up poses at the once unsuspecting victims.

"Hector! I'll KILL YOU!" Juju hollered knowing all of those cameras and gear belonged to him.

"Please don't, Juju! It wasn't my idea!" Hector frowned pathetically.

"Don't worry, mang! Your hair looks awesome!" Hernando complimented.

"WHAT THE EFF?!!!"

"Come ooon!" Yuko cheered as she wiggled her hoisted bottom into Juju's lap, raising her arms afterwards like some sort of hopped up dancer ready to go.

"Rock party like a porn star!" Motoya cried.

"That's PARTY like a rock star and... no... NO?! NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!" Juju began to become hysterical as he started to peel himself off from Yuko and away from the raiding threesome.

"NOOO!!!" Everyone but Hector exclaimed as Juju pulled his shirt back over his frame and ran out as quickly as he could take himself away.

"MOTOYA?!!! UGHHHH!!!" Yuko screamed.

"Me sorry! We can try again, next time!" Motoya urged.

"There isn't gonna BE a NEXT TIME! I hate you!"