In the heart of Stork Mountain, within the expansive confines of the baby factory floor and amidst a disarray of packages and scattered blueprints, Junior stood, his gaze locked intently on a blueprint that, unbeknownst to him, was upside down. His expression was a mix of concentration and mild frustration, the gears in his feathery head turning feverishly.

Suddenly, Tulip slid into the scene, embodying a whirlwind of her trademark energy. Her hands clutched a kaleidoscope of paint samples, and a hefty sledgehammer, denoting her unorthodox approach to renovation.

"I'm thinking a splash of color!" The human woman exclaimed, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "This place is so dreary. How about... bubblegum pink?" She flipped through the paint samples with a flourish, each color more vibrant than the last.

Junior, momentarily distracted from his blueprint, looked up with a mixture of disbelief and mild horror. "Pink? This is a professional establishment, not a candy store," he retorted, his voice laced with practicality. "I was thinking more of a neutral beige."

"Beige?!" Tulip's face contorted in mock agony. "That's the most boring color in the universe! Even the word 'beige' sounds boring." Her eyes then narrowed playfully on the blueprint in Junior's hands. "And why are you holding that blueprint upside down?"

Junior, caught off-guard, quickly flipped the blueprint, a flush of embarrassment crossing his face, although thankfully not visible under his plumage. "It's abstract," he mumbled defensively. "Anyway, what's with the sledgehammer?"

"Open concept!" Tulip's words were accompanied by a gleeful swing of the sledgehammer.

"Let's knock down some walls. Make the place feel airy, y'know?"

Junior's eyes widened at the thought. "Oh no, no, nononnono! We're not doing a home makeover show here. We need order, not 'airy.'"

But Tulip was undeterred, her imagination already painting a picture beyond the mundane. "Trust me, once we knock down the walls, everything will make sense. Plus, the birds will have more space to fly."

Junior sighed, trying to remain as the practical one in their entrepreneurship. "Tulip, we deliver babies, not interior design dreams."

Yet, Tulip, ever the dreamer, twirled the sledgehammer with a dancer's grace. "Well, maybe we could deliver a bit of style too!"

There was a pause as Junior searched for a compromise. "Let's just start with organizing the mess and maybe... a mural?"

Tulip's eyes lit up like stars. "A mural of what?"

Junior shrugged, a slight smile playing on his lips. "Maybe something beige?"

Tulip groaned, rolling her eyes. "You are a hoot."

Their banter was interrupted by the entrance of Jasper, the newly appointed Head of Letter Sorting.

"Tulip! We just received the new parts for the sorting machine," the older stork exclaimed, his tone cheerful.

Tulip clapped her hands in delight. "Great! We can work on it right now."

Junior shook his head. "Nuh-huh." He gestured to the messy room. "We still have a lot of cleaning up to do before we get anywhere near that old machine."

Tulip pouted. "Aww, c'mon! It'll take us weeks to sort through this mess. I want to do something else for a change."

Junior rolled his eyes. "Sorting the mail is Jasper's job, not ours. If he wants it done, he can do it."

Jasper chuckled, scratching his neck. "I'd hardly call it sorting. It's more like... excavating."

Tulip sighed and waved her hands. "We can't just leave the mail like this. We have to help out somehow."

Junior shook his head once more. "No, Tulip. You and I are co-bosses now, and that means we need to focus on important matters, like decluttering and getting basic operations running." His tone grew terser, his exasperation for the human's fickleness spilling over once again. "Jasper can handle the mail. That's why receives a paycheck on every first Monday of the month."

Tulip looked down at the paint samples in her hands, a pool of frustration bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She knew she was new to the whole business thing, but it seemed unfair to leave the sorting to Jasper all on his own. It felt like Junior was being his typical know-it-all stick-in-the-mud, as per usual. She thought of the long, dull days of cleaning up the factory, and shuddered.

"No. Like you said, we are co-bosses. That means that you don't get to boss me." With that, Tulip stomped her foot down, her fists clenched in determination.

Junior blinked, stunned at Tulip's audacity. "Remind me again who between us has more experience in management? Oh yeah, that would be ME. Who did Hunter personally wing-pick as the new boss of Corner Store, mmh? Oh wow, ME again!"

Tulip scowled, her brow furrowed. "You're just better at brown-beaking than me. It doesn't mean you're better than me in everything! You may know how to do things like filing and paperwork… and managing fiscals… and handling logistics, but I… I know how to lead!"

Jasper awkwardly stood in the sidelines and watched the retorts being hurled between the stork and the human like in a game of insults pingpong.

Junior snorted. "Oh really? And what does that look like, exactly?"

Tulip smiled smugly. "For one, you have to get everyone involved and be less of an insufferable ASS!"

Junior blinked, taken aback by the insult.

"Okay, that's it," he snapped, his temper rising. "I am your superior in experience and as such I have the authority to order you to..."

"Oh, go fly a kite!" Tulip exclaimed, her face now matching the color of her hair. "I don't care about your so-called "authority"! You can't just boss me around and expect me to do what you say." She tossed the paint samples in the general direction of the over-all mess that cluttered the factory floor.

Jasper quietly took a step back. He knew first-wing both his co-bosses had a temper. Tulip was young and brash and Jasper was a neurotic inkhorn. The old stork knew better than to stick around for what was to follow. They needed to vent out and he didn't want to risk getting hit by a flying sledgehammer.

Junior's eyes flashed with anger. "Well, if you're going to act like a child, then I'm going to treat you like one." His feathers ruffled in agitation. "You are getting a time-out for being a bad girl!"

Tulip's jaw dropped at the implication. "You can't do that!" she protested.

"Waah waah, yes I can!" Junior replied, his voice dripping with threat. "You need to learn some respect for your superiors, young lady!"

Tulip was incensed. "I'm not a child! Stop treating me like one!" She threw the sledgehammer in anger, which landed on a pile of boxes Jasper had stood in front of just a moment ago. The whole tower collapsed, spilling its contents onto the floor.

"You are out of control!" Junior exclaimed and stepped closer to Tulip. "You're going to get yourself hurt one of these days with your reckless behavior."

Tulip scoffed in mock amusement, her breath so close to Junior's beak he could feel the dampness of the air coming out of her mouth. "You're just jealous because you don't know how to get that stick out of your ass."

Junior's eyes narrowed. "Oh yeah, I wonder what's up yours then?" He snarled and grabbed Tulip. Before she knew what was happening, he lifted her up, sat in a chair nearby, turned her over, and shoved her over his knee, exposing her pink rump.

Tulip yelped as his left wing came crashing down upon her bottom with a sharp smack. "Hey!" She cried, startled by the stork's sudden boldness. "What are you doing?"

"Giving you the spanking you deserve," Junior replied evenly, landing a series of hard swats to her plump cheeks. "You've been a naughty girl."

Tulip let out a squeak of indignation. "How dare you!" she gasped, her face reddening as the stork continued to spank her. "You can't do this to me!"

Junior rolled his eyes at her protest. "Oh, yes I can. You need to learn how to behave. Something that clearly was never properly taught to you."

Tulip kicked her legs in futile defiance as the spanks rained down on her upturned rear. "Ow! Ow! OW! That hurts!"

"That's the point," Junior said, his tone stern. "You need to learn that your actions have consequences, Tulip."

Tulip let out a gasp of pain as the stork's wing landed a particularly sharp swat to the tender flesh of her sit spots. "Ouch! You jerk!"

Junior chuckled, amused by her defiance. "Now now, no name-calling. If you keep this up, you'll get another serving."

Tulip whimpered at the threat. "You wouldn't!"

Junior smirked. "Oh, I would. In fact, I might just give you a little bonus just for being so cheeky." He landed a hard smack on her right cheek. "So, if you want to get out of here with only a sore butt, I suggest you behave."

Tulip bit her lip, her bottom tingled, but she had never learned how to back down either.

"And what if I don't? What else there'll be in store for me than just a sore butt?" She challenged the stork, trying to sound tough and unaffected.

Junior's eyes narrowed and a sly grin spread across his face. "Duck around and find out." He gave her a hard swat and Tulip stifled a yelp of pain. "And I'm sure you'll find out soon enough."

The stork continued to spank Tulip, relishing in the sight of her pink bottom jiggling with every smack. Tulip gritted her teeth, trying her hardest to maintain her composure. She could feel the heat radiating from her bottom, her cheeks stinging.

Junior was impressed by Tulip's endurance and determination to maintain her composure.

"Wow, you're not even crying," he remarked, delivering a particularly sharp swat to her left cheek.

Tulip clenched her fists and huffed through her teeth. "Mmm. As a matter of fact, I'm starting to like those girly soft pats you're giving me."

Junior's eyes widened, his temper flaring at the snarky remark. "Well then, let's see how you handle this." He pulled her closer to him and began to rain down a series of sharp, stinging swats to her upper thighs, eliciting a sharp gasp from the human.

"Nnngh! Feels good!" Tulip mocked a moan and nearly buried her nails into her palms.

Junior's own wing tingled with pain, but he refused to bend the knee as he always did with Tulip. That woman got under his feathers in a way no-one ever had before. She was infuriating. Her bare ass was striped with screaming crimson marks, but she was too stubborn to beg for him to stop. He needed to figure out another way to discipline her lest she'd not sit for a week.

"My wing is getting tired," Junior exclaimed, his labored voice corroborating to the fact that the exercise was beginning to wear him out. "Will you finally behave?"

Tulip scoffed, her voice dripping with disdain. "You call that spanking? I've been spanked harder by a summer breeze."

Junior felt his temper flaring up once more, he grabbed a hold of her ass and squeezed down hard.

"You drive me mad, did you know that?" Junior growled, his grip on her cheeks firm. "You are the most infuriating creature I've ever met. You're so stubborn, so childish, so reckless."

"And you're a stuck-up dodo," Tulip shot back, trying to squirm off his lap. She ground her pelvis against his groin and felt something rigid brush against her lower body.

"Oh." She breathed out, stupefied.

The stork's eyes widened in sudden realization. Million thoughts raced through his mind, a thousand possible scenarios playing out in his head, both pleasant and extremely unpleasant. He felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment, fearing his plumage was glowing pink like the bubblegum paint sample Tulip had flaunted at him earlier.

"I... I don't know what came over me." He stammered, releasing his grip on Tulip's rear. She didn't fully register that Junior had let go of her, too distracted by the bulge that was poking her in her groin area.

Tulip's heart raced as she felt Junior's erection throbbing against her bare skin. She knew she should be mad at him for spanking her, but his reaction was oddly endearing in an unexpected way. And where the heck was he able to hide that kind of tool in the first place?! She could feel her own arousal building as she rubbed herself against him.

Junior groaned at the sensation, his anger replaced by an emotion equally powerful, but something he'd been suppressing for far too long. His wing reached out to grasp the human's backside once more, squeezing her plump cheeks in his feathers, this time softly.

Tulip gasped at the contact, her face flushed with a mixture of arousal and embarrassment. "What are you doing?" she breathed.

Junior replied in murmur. "I'm going to do what I've wanted to do to you since the moment we were at the bonfire and you braided my feathers."

"And that is?" Tulip swirled around in his lap and looked up into Junior's eyes.

From day one, Tulip had been a thorn in Junior's side. He had wanted to package her up and toss in a cargo that was headed to Timbuktu. The whole Diamond mess had completely upturned Junior's life, all the plans he had carefully laid out over the years. Tulip was a goddamn menace, a natural disaster of auburn hair and emerald eyes. Her existence came with the cost of his sanity.

"I'm going to make love to you." He whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Tulip swallowed down hard, her breath catching in her throat. "I-I haven't been... I don't know how…" She whispered back, her voice trembling slightly.

"I mean. Do birds and humans even... You know. Do the puzzle pieces click together?"

Junior's brow furrowed. That was a good question. He wasn't immaculate, but all his previous experiences had been with the avian kind.

"I guess that calls for empirical testing," he replied and caressed her jaw with the tips of his flight feathers. Tulip rose up on his lap, straddling him, and coyly reached out for his beak, her earlier bravado somewhat deflated. Her quivering lips met his beak until they melted into a timid kiss. The stork's wing moved up her back and wrapped itself around her head. Tulip's tongue slipped inside his beak, making his heart flutter. He moaned into her mouth, their tongues tentatively teasing each other.

They broke apart after a while, panting and flushed.

"This is surprisingly less weird than what I imagined," Tulip admitted and ran her fingers through the feathers on his chest.

"You imagined this?" Junior breathed, his voice permanently raspier due to the arousal-invoked testosterone coursing through his bloodstream.

Tulip bit her lower lip and nodded. "Don't let it get to your head, but... yeah."

The stork smiled. "Depends on the head you're talking about, it might be too late." He teased her and peppered her neck with kisses.

Tulip moaned, this time sincerely, at the sensation of Junior's beak nibbling at her throat. Her hands wandered along his body, exploring every curvature of his muscular torso. A surprisingly muscular torso. Feathers really did hide the storks' constitution like a woolly sweater. Also – she couldn't believe this was actually happening. She was making out with Junior. The same Junior who constantly annoyed her with his condescending attitude and self-righteousness. Behaving like an insufferable pre-school teacher. Except now. Now his muscles trembled beneath her hands like he was an actual mortal.

She reached out to his blue business tie and began to unravel it, the only clothing he was wearing. The tie hardly needed to be removed for what they were about to engage in, but she wanted to keep her hands busy. She was too nervous to do anything else with herself. Junior noticed her shyness and took one of her hands in his and gently guided it between his legs.

"Touch me." He whispered into her ear, his warm breath sending a shiver down her spine. Tulip felt the pulsing heat of his erection as she gingerly stroked his length. She marveled at how hard he was. How big he was. She didn't have intimate knowledge on how he compared to humans, but she'd seen some… videos. It appeared he competed very comfortably with an average human. It made her pussy throb with want. Something slippery spilled out the tip of his shaft as it bobbed up and down.

Junior's breathing grew ragged as Tulip continued to stroke his cock. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been so aroused. Her hands felt so hot, the bare skin a novel sensation to the feather-covered touches he'd previously experienced.

"I want you." He murmured, his voice low and husky. "I can't hold back anymore."

Tulip nodded, her heart racing. "Samesies." She replied in her unintelligent horny stupor and began to undo her shirt, ridding herself of the rest of her clothes.

Junior's eyes widened at the sight of Tulip's bare breasts. They were small and perky, just like he imagined them to be late at night in his studio apartment. His wing reached out to cup one of her breasts, squeezing gently.

"I've been wondering how you look underneath your plum- I mean, err, clothes," Junior admitted and brushed his thumb across her nipple. Tulip's breath hitched as his feathery touch sent a jolt of pleasure through her body.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice laced with desire. "Please touch me."

Junior smiled, his heart hammering in his chest. "I am touching you." He teased and gave her breast a gentle squeeze. "Do you want me to touch you... here?" He slid his wing between her legs, cupping her wet sex. Tulip let out a small moan and nodded, her cheeks flushed pink.

"Yes." She breathed and pressed her thighs together to create more friction against his wing. Junior grinned and began to rub her clit, earning a series of soft mewls from the human. All the hours spent on watching human porn were starting to pay off. Tulip threw her head back in pleasure as he slipped his feathered finger inside her.

"Oh god," she moaned, her walls clenching around his soft digit. "That feels so weird and great at the same time." Junior smirked at her reaction and added another finger inside her. Tulip arched her back, her hips bucking as she rode his wing.

Junior continued to pump his fingers in and out of her, watching as she writhed in pleasure. Her pussy was soaking wet and he could feel her inner muscles pulsing around his digits. He could feel his own cock aching with need, but he wanted to make her to relaxed first. He wanted to feel her come undone around his fingers before he entered her.

Tulip was panting and moaning, her hips grinding against his wing as she chased her release. The pressure in her core was building with each thrust of his fingers, and she could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She gripped the stork's shoulders tightly, her nails sinking into his feathers as she felt the familiar feeling of her orgasm approaching.

"Junior," she gasped, her voice strained. "I-I..."

Junior nodded and leaned down to kiss her neck. "Yeah, go ahead." He whispered, his voice low and husky.

Tulip whimpered as his words sent her over the edge, her walls clamping down around his fingers as she came. Her entire body shuddered as she soared.

Junior watched in awe as she came, her pussy spasming around his digits. She was so beautiful when she came, her face flushed with pleasure, her emerald eyes darkened like the autumn conifer forest, her small mouth dragging in her breaths.

Tulip sank against him, her body limp and her breathing heavy. Junior removed his fingers from her and wiped them on her thigh, her juices smearing across the bare skin.

"That was... wow," Tulip panted, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. "I've never... you know... like that before."

Junior smiled and kissed her forehead, his heart swelling at the sight of her flushed cheeks and half-lidded eyes. "I'm glad I could be of assistance."

Tulip grinned and looked up at him, her expression playful. "You're not done yet. I didn't cum all the way here to be fingered, Junior." She took his wing and placed it on her ass.

Junior raised an eyebrow, his expression a mix of amusement and arousal. "I see you've regained your attitude. Not the bashful maiden anymore, eh?"

Tulip winked and reached out for his shaft, giving it a few strokes to get him ready. "I think I got the gist of this."

Junior gritted his teeth and tried to not get carried away by the sensations. It had been a long while since he had last indulged himself in the fairer sex. His balls coiled and a small squirt of precum erupted from his meaty shaft.

"Tulip," he breathed, his voice strained. "I'm afraid you're doing too good of a job."

Tulip smirked and slid forward on his lap, positioning herself so that his cock was pressed up against her entrance. "I better take it easy then, for your sake."

Junior let out a hoarse chuckle and wrapped his wings around her, pulling her closer. "You cheeky thing." He murmured and kissed her. Tulip closed her eyes and allowed Junior to move their bodies with his superior experience, and all that jive. He placed his hands on her hips, his feathers tickling her bare skin, and gently guided her down onto his cock. She gasped as the tip entered her, stretching her walls. She moaned as he slowly filled her up, inch by inch, until his entire length was buried inside her.

Junior groaned as he felt her pussy enveloping his shaft. She was so warm and wet, and her inner walls gripped his cock like a vice. He couldn't discern whether she felt so ungodly good due to her human physique or because he was so mad about her. Nonetheless, it took all his self-restraint to not buck his hips and pound into her.

"Oh, god," Tulip breathed, her body trembling as she adjusted to the size of his cock. "This is not a drill."

Junior smirked and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Ready for some real action?"

Tulip nodded and wrapped her arms around his long and elegant neck. Junior started to move his hips, slowly thrusting into her. Tulip moaned and rocked her own hips in sync with his movements. They soon fell into a rhythm, their bodies moving in unison as they made love.

Their moans echoed throughout the abandoned factory as they came crashing down and up each other, their bodies intertwined in a fervent embrace. Tulip arched her back as he hit a particularly sweet spot inside her, causing her to cry out in pleasure.

Junior held her tightly as he drove his cock deeper into her, his hips rocking against her as he thrust faster and faster. The lewd sounds of their wet sexes slamming to each other echoed in the empty space. Tulip whimpered and clawed at his feathers, her body trembling as she was brought closer to another takeoff.

"J-Junior," she gasped, her voice hoarse. "Junior..."

Junior nodded and quickened his pace, his wings gripping her hips as he fucked her harder and faster. Tulip let out a strangled cry as her orgasm hit, her body shaking as her walls clamped down around his shaft.

Junior groaned as her walls spasmed around his cock, and he thrust deep inside her, his balls coiling as he came. He exploded inside her, his seed flooding her womb as he pumped her full of his cum.

They leaned into each other, in a panting heap, their bodies still joined as they descended from their heavenly peaks.

"That... was..." Tulip breathed, searching for her words. "Unexpected. You think we should've worn a condom?"

A spent chuckle escaped Junior's beak and he kissed her forehead. "We're a stork and a human. I don't think you can get pregnant. That would be something out of a fantasy movie."

Junior's mind took a few minutes to reel in the fact that they were the co-bosses of a company that literally produced babies out of molecularizing wishing letters.

"I mean, shit. Can you?"

A/N: Okay. So. Someone had to be the degenerate to write this… Like, why are there no canon-compliant smut sequels to the film after like YEARS since it released? You people had ALL THE TIME to write this, but nuh-huh. I've been checking in and out for eight years if someone else wrote this, but no. I had to be the one.

So here. For all those who needed a "straight-to-DVD" sequel of the movie with some resolved sexual tension. You're fricking welcome.

I was really pleasantly surprised how _good_ this film was! (The only reason this isn't a 10/10 for me is because of the bit with the wolves and that discount-Dwight-pigeon who is just a shitty antagonist) The soundtrack is just mad lit.