Present day:


"Hey, Ono, have you heard the latest gossip?" Tamaa squawked, his eyes glinting with excitement as he fluttered up beside him.


Ono, the wise young egret, rolled his eyes. "I thought we were here to keep the peace, not spread rumors," he replied, his voice a gentle hoot.


"But it's not just a rumor!" Tamaa protested. "They say Hadithi, the legendary eagle, is returning to the Pride Lands today!"


Zazu, the uptight hornbill, interjected, "Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I haven't received any official announcements about such an event."


The birds perched on a high branch overlooking the bustling savanna, where creatures of all shapes and sizes were preparing for what they believed to be a momentous occasion. The air buzzed with anticipation, as if the very grass blades held their breath.
In the vast savanna, where the sun painted the sky with fiery strokes, there lived a creature whose eyes held the secrets of the horizon. Ono, a young egret with a body and tail of white feathers, had seen more sunsets than the tallest acacia tree had branches. His sharp gaze pierced the veil of the horizon, spotting the tiniest of movements that most would miss. His legs, long and elegant, bore the marks of countless journeys, each step etching a story into the landscape that was his home.


Zazu, the king's hornbill, took a break from the king. His beak gleamed in the fading light as he called out to the gathering flocks. His voice, once a mighty trumpet, had softened into a gentle melody that carried the whispers of the wind.


Tamaa, the young drongo, watched from a safe distance as the birds began to converge. His eyes sparkled with excitement, his beak twitching as he picked up the scents of the gathering.


The air grew thick with the rustle of wings and the murmur of hushed voices. All the birds of the savanna held their breath as the first stars began to wink into existence. The anticipation was palpable, a silent crescendo that built until it seemed the very earth might tremble. Then, a shadow detached from the deepening blue, growing larger until it filled the sky with the promise of an epic tale about to unfold. The great eagle Hadithi had arrived.


The gathering grew quiet, every creature craning their neck to catch a glimpse of the legendary bird.


And then, there he was. Hadithi, the great eagle, soared into view, his wings spread wide like a cloak of gold and brown. His eyes, sharp and wise, searched the horizon as if looking for something long lost.


The cheers of the assembly grew deafening as Hadithi gracefully touched down, his brown wings outstretched like a king accepting his crown. The crowd parted, creating a clear path to the rocky outcrop where the wise one would share his knowledge. His piercing eyes surveyed the gathering, taking in every feathered face, every flutter of anticipation. Then, he spoke. His voice was not loud, nor was it commanding, yet it resonated through every beating heart. The wind itself seemed to hush to listen.


"Welcome, my fellow inhabitants of the Pride Lands," he began, his words as warm as the last kiss of the setting sun. "I am humbled by your presence and honored to be among you once more."


A raven, bold among the throng, stepped forward. His feathers were as black as the night from which Hadithi had emerged, and his eyes gleamed with curiosity. "Great Hadithi," he cawed, "Your wisdom is the water that quenches our thirst. Please, share with us something that will illuminate our spirits."


The gathering fell silent, their gazes locked onto the legendary eagle. The whispers of the grasses grew still. Hadithi took a moment to gather his thoughts, his gaze lingering on the horizon as if the words he sought were written there. Then, he turned his head, fixing the raven with a knowing look.


"Wisdom is not something to be hoarded or bestowed upon request," he said, his voice carrying the weight of ages. "It is a journey, a river that flows through each of us: the strength of the flock is not in its numbers, but in its unity..."


His words hung in the air, a gentle echo that grew louder in the hearts of those present. The raven nodded solemnly, and the crowd rippled with murmurs of agreement. The lesson was simple, yet profound—a truth that resonated deep within each creature's soul.


Ono, Zazu, and Tamaa watched from their perch, their eyes reflecting the wisdom they had just received. They knew that this was a moment they would carry with them, a piece of the ever-expanding tapestry of their lives. As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the savanna in a soft glow of twilight, Hadithi spread his wings once more, ready to impart more tales of courage and camaraderie, of friendship and fate.


Ono, ever sharp and vigilant, noticed something in Hadithi's gaze as he spoke. It was more than the usual focus; there was an intensity, a depth that suggested the eagle saw beyond the present moment. The egret couldn't shake the feeling that the legendary bird's words were not merely for the raven's benefit, but for all who had gathered here. He watched closely as Hadithi's gaze swept over the assembly, pausing briefly on the faces of certain individuals, as if planting seeds of understanding in the fertile soil of their minds.


Zazu, standing next to Ono, felt the same unspoken urgency. He leaned in closer to his friend, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Hadithi seems more... focused than usual. As if he's looking for something... specific."


Tamaa, young and eager, fluttered his wings nervously. The excitement of the event was palpable, but he too felt the undercurrent of something more. He squinted into the fading light, trying to discern what the great eagle's sharp eyes had found so captivating.


With a powerful thrust of his mighty wings, Hadithi ascended into the sky. He soared over the savanna, his form casting a long shadow on the gathering below. His gaze was like a hawk's, sharp and searching, as he studied each bird that had come to pay homage. His wings flared out, catching the last rays of sunlight and setting them ablaze with a fiery glow. It was as if he were an oracle, looking into the very souls of those who had gathered to seek his wisdom.


As he circled above, Hadithi scrutinized the gathering, noticing the subtleties of their forms: the strength of their wings, the precision of their feathers, the sharpness of their beaks and talons. He saw not just their physical prowess but the potential that lay within them.


Ono and Zazu watched in awe as the great eagle's shadow passed over them. They knew that the time was ripe for a new chapter in the tale of the Lion Guard, and Hadithi's sudden interest in the condition of the birds suggested that he bore news of great importance. They exchanged knowing glances, their feathers ruffling in anticipation of the revelation that was to come.


The eagle's flight grew wider, his gaze sweeping the horizon. It was as if he were not just assessing the birds before him but the very land itself.
Ono felt his feathers stand on end as the shadow of the great eagle passed over the raven. The raven squawked, a sound that seemed to echo in the stillness, and the other birds shuffled nervously.


Hadithi hovered, his wings flared in a dramatic display that seemed to embrace the entire savanna. The light of the setting sun kissed his feathers, setting them alight with a fiery glow. His eyes remained fixed on the raven, as if searching for something hidden deep within its soul.
Ono felt his feathers stand on end as the shadow of the great eagle passed over the raven. The raven squawked, a sound that seemed to echo in the stillness, and the other birds shuffled nervously.


Hadithi hovered, his wings flared in a dramatic display that seemed to embrace the entire savanna. The light of the setting sun kissed his feathers, setting them alight with a fiery glow. His eyes remained fixed on the raven, as if searching for something hidden deep within its soul.


The silence was broken by a sudden, sharp squeak from Ono. The egret's gaze had snagged on an unusual sight: a group of birds, their feathers in disarray, engaged in a dance that seemed... intimate. The sight was fleeting, but the raw energy of it sent a shockwave through the gathering. It was a stark reminder that even in the shadow of greatness, life in the Pride Lands was about more than just the pursuit of wisdom.


Tamaa's curiosity piqued, he dared to fly closer to the scene that had caught Ono's eye. His cheeky chuckle filled the air as he recognized the playful antics of lovebirds in the throes of their mating.


....I'm not one for boasting
But what they say is true!
I happen to be the best at everything I do
So what's the point of fighting the energetic crowd
When they want to scream and shout
And chant my name out loud?....


Suddenly, without warning, Hadithi let out a piercing cry that echoed through the savanna, sending a shiver down every spine. In response, the birds around the lovebirds, caught in the throes of their own mating rituals, grew still, their eyes locked onto the great eagle.


One by one, the birds started to react to the energy in the air. A pair of guineafowl, their feathers ruffled and beaks touching in actions of courtship, paused. The sound of their mating calls grew louder and more urgent, resonating through the gathering like a drumbeat that grew from a whisper to a roar.


Then, it was as if a wildfire had been lit among the flock. Every bird, from the smallest sunbird to the mightiest vulture, succumbed to an overwhelming instinctual urge to pair and procreate. The savanna was transformed into a whirlwind of feathers and passionate squawks, as the air was filled with the electricity of life itself.


Ono, Zazu, and Tamaa watched in astonishment as the scene unfolded before them. They had never witnessed such a sudden and intense outpouring of nature's most primal instincts. They exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what this sudden shift meant.


....(Hadithi, the hero!)
Wherever I go
(Hadithi, the hero!)
They worship me so
(Hadithi, the hero!)
Though I must agree
(Hadithi, the hero!)
It's all about me!...


The air grew thick with the scent of mating pheromones, and the cacophony of bird calls grew into a symphony of passion. Feathers danced and intertwined as pairs broke away from the gathering, seeking privacy in the tall grasses and the crooked arms of the acacia trees. The very earth seemed to pulse with the rhythm of love and life.


The raven, initially the picture of stoic curiosity, now found himself in the midst of a feathery maelstrom. He took to the air, his sharp eyes searching for a perch that would grant him a safe vantage point from which to observe the chaos. His gaze met Hadithi's, and the eagle gave a knowing nod. It was as if the great bird had orchestrated this moment, as if he knew that the strength of the flock could only come from the deepest, most fundamental bonds of all.


The mating flights grew more daring with each passing minute. Birds of every species danced in the air, their cries a symphony that seemed to shake the very stars from their lofty perches. It was a spectacle that had not been seen in the Pride Lands for generations, a reminder that even in the most tumultuous of times, life would find a way to thrive.


....Ravens I have rescued
Freed finches from the fray....


The mating dance grew more frenzied. Hadithi's cry had set in motion something that could not be ignored. His talons tightened around the raven's, and together they took to the skies. They flew in dizzying spirals, their bodies moving in perfect harmony as they danced a ballet of desire and instinct. The raven's caws of surprise turned to cries of exhilaration as he was swept up in the current of Hadithi's passion.


Below them, the other birds followed suit, their own mating rituals growing more fervent as they watched the display in the heavens. The savanna had become a whirlwind of plumage and passion, a living testament to the circle of life that united them all.


With a sharp twist of his powerful body, Hadithi launched himself into the sky once more, a crow in tow. His talons, strong and swift, had locked onto the crow's body in a display that seemed both fierce and tender. The crow, initially resistant, soon gave in to the thrill of the mating flight, her wings beating in time with Hadithi's as they danced among the stars.
They spun in a dizzying ballet, their forms a blur of feathers and grace against the  sky. The mating fly was a full of life, a testament to the enduring cycle that bound them. The other birds, their passions now fully ignited, took to the air in pursuit of their mates.
The savanna had become a whirlwind of love and desire, as if the very spirits of the land had been stirred by Hadithi's cry. The air was alive with the sound of wings and the calls of those seeking to continue the legacy of their kind.


....Oh, that was a busy day!
But most of all, I'm famous for that legendary win
Against ten hungry crocodiles
With my Hadithi spin


(Hadithi, the hero!)
Wherever I go
(Hadithi, the hero!)
They worship me so
(Hadithi, the hero!)
Though I must agree
(Hadithi, the hero!)
It's all about me!....


As their dance reached its crescendo, Hadithi let out a final, triumphant cry. The crow's body went limp, her eyes glazed with pleasure as he brought her to the ground. He released her gently, and she stumbled, her legs weak from the exertion.


The gathering had transformed from an assembly of eager listeners to a congregation of participants in the ancient dance of procreation. The energy was palpable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the promise of new life. The lovebirds, who had started it all, watched from a safe distance, their heads tucked under their wings, their hearts racing from their own recent escapade.
The frenzy grew, as more and more birds paired off, their cries of passion echoing through the night. The savanna was aflame with life, a testament to the enduring cycle that sustained them all.


Meanwhile, Ono, Zazu and Tamaa watched the unfolding scene with wide eyes. Their own mating instincts, stirred by the sudden surge of energy from the great eagle, their idol, had them feeling both confused and very exhilarated. They looked around, unsure who to pick to join the party below them.


Tamaa, ever the curious and funny one, as soon as he landed on the grass, was full surrounded by several male flamingos and female birds, even he managed to catch another drongo. His cheeky chuckle turned into a slightly panicked chirp as they started to peck at his wings and talons, eager to start the action, some even aim to his hidden dick under him, part of him was thrilled indeed, but another part of him was looking for something… different, far more from what he had mated so far.


Zazu, his feathers a mix of blues when his talons touched the green under the tree, just as the same with Tamaa, and thanks to his reputation as the king’s majordomo, more birds, even some parrots were around him pecking his tail, their beaks also kind of touching his own, trying to ‘kiss’ him, already displaying their lust and some cum-covered wings and talons. Zazu’s heart was pounding a bit, eager to mate in the air too, swelling with the joy of Hadithi’s said connection.


Ono, his sharp eyes scanning the frenzy, realized that the gathering was not just about wisdom and unity, it also was a celebration of life itself, he allowed to be drawn into the frenzy mating. but he desired something more… wild.


(Hadithi, the hero!)
Whatever I go
(Hadithi, the hero!)
They worship me so
(Hadithi, the hero!)
Though I must agree
(Hadithi, the hero!)
It’s all about me!


Ono’s eyes ended on a nice purple color on the feather sea, with steady steps, he walked over it, a jewel among the mating frenzy, a fiery more taller than him, her purple feathers a rare color even among the big bird population, it was mesmerizing that it seemed almost mythical to the egret. Ono’s heart skipped a beat as he felt a spark of excitement that was more than just younger curiosity. He spread his own wings, his feathers unfurling like tree leaves at wind and took a small leap, hovering over the eagle trying to entice her just in case the female wasn’t already enthralled by the bird coalition around them. they soared across the sea of feathers dodging and flapping with a grace that only matched a fish in the water. His target was clear, performing the mating fly with that enigmatic bird he just met. As the egret approached, to his surprise, the eagle let the egret to catch up with her and let the egret to peck her tail, signaling her to reduce her speed, of course she relented, just a bit, although when she turned to see more clearly in the middle of the wave of birds, she saw Ono.


“ONO, I wasn’t expecting you here. Please don’t think I’m…!” Anga said kind of surprised
“Nothing to be sorry Anga, you know our love is an open one” Ono said
“Thanks, I hope your friends and lovers are having fun too!”
“Sure they’re, now can we have ours?” Ono said


Without saying anything, the couple start to performing their special aerial stunts, Ono’s heart raced as he dove his chest towards her, his small talons outstretched to meet hers. They locked in a fierce embrace, their wings beating in unison as they soared in the air, Ono’s beak peck Anga’s wings as this one let herself be ‘taken’ with certain restrains by the small egret, when their wings and talons were locked each other, Anga smiled, grasping Ono and increasing the speed, their feathers kind of increasing their speed to a nearly 400 km/h after reaching the peak of 10 km height. The poor egret was eager to mate indeed but also he knew he could reach such highs as an eagle could. But despite the nature, both birds inwardly swear, or better say Ono swear that he will mate Anga right to cement their hidden relationship.
Not wanting to waste another second, both bird’s talons grappled and together they dove again, doing a parabolic maneuver, kind of falling from the sky again, as their speed increased now to 500 km/h, Ono didn’t waste his time in penetrate her cloaca, also as Anga too, have approached so close their genitals, on which now Ono was also pregnant of Anga too. Starting to slow down their fiery descent, they flapped their wings, Anga’s gaze was filled with passion as she mets Ono’s and for a moment, the whole savannah disappeared, forgetting for a second they were coming into the ground, as now they have landed in the acacia of 100 meters, in their shared next where the mating and party was happening. They were still connected as they didn’t stop at any seconds with their continued and now prolonged mating.


While Zazu and Ono were starting to interact with their future partners, in this case all the birds of the pridelands, Tamaa was getting pick by a male flamingo, who was taking him to a lake nearby, arriving there the flamingo layed Tamaa on his back, on the water, the male drongo floating, as the flamingo was already mounting the belly of Tamaa, he tongue-kiss him, as both dive for 5 to 10 seconds, before the flamingo surfaces from the water, with his claws holding Tamaa, and going straight up fast, till they reach 3 to 5 km in height, as on the peak of their climbing, they undo their tongue kiss, as the flamingo inserts his penis on Tamaa, on which Tamaa surprising the flamingo unexpectedly do the same thing, as they start to fall, they were passing at full speed of 300 km/h, flying straight to the circle of birds who were at the same time still singing the song, celebrating and mating with each other, including Ono and Zazu. Arriving at approximately 200 to 100 meters, close to the ground, they separate their wings and claws, as their penises are off each other’s anuses, they caw loud, announcing their embryonic love, to all the birds of the ‘party’. 




In the background, a pair of ducks had found their own space on a nearby river-bank their plumage though looked opaque because their gray color, they were more alive than ever, even when they weren’t performing the flight as most of their kind, they found love in the water, their own mating was hidden by the chaos around them, their webbed feet barely leaving a ripple as the male mounted the female, his own neck was full stretched in triumph, their honks pierced most of the noise in the air. The sound grew louder and louder as their passion grew too, eventually they reached their peak and they released, kind of enjoying their shared love like everyone around them. 
Zazu was looking at the mating of the ducks, and in between the male and female ducks, it was Mwenzi, a thickbird who had let Zazu pregnant two days earlier today. Mwenzi had fucked the male duck, and now was penetrating the female duck, getting her pregnant as well. And as for himself, the thickbird was already pregnant with the male duck too. Twenty minutes later even Zazu was getting fucked by the male duck, as Mwenzi was still getting fucked too, and having orgy with the female duck.




Tamaa, still having strength after his last mating, was still in mood to mate, however the drongo had a certain desire for taller birds just like the flamingo he just mated, so he decided to look around, clearly enjoying the view around him as several more birds were in their own matings or in progress to looking for another one just like he was doing. However the drongo does not need to look too much for his next partner as a long talon warped around him, forcing to look at the owner. It was a tall goose.
“Hello, looking for new feathers to play with?” asked the white goose “I am Ronda and I am your next partner….”
“Good to know….” Said Tamaa with the voice of Janja “This place is kind of crowded though, maybe we can….” But the drongo couldn’t complete the phrase as Ronda grabbed the drongo’s talons to drag him to a nearby unoccupied flat rock next to the river back.


When the love birds got to the rock, Ronda let go Tamaa’s talons, the drongo landed but without hesitation, Tamaa spread his wings and both took fly, his heart racing as he approached her, his dick ready for action, Ronda saw it but smiled, doing a flip, letting her mate to ‘slam’ into her in one single action that was all in one, the drongo ‘crashed’ into her and proceed to mount her as they ascend more higher. At a certain point, their beaks connected in a peck that signaled it was time to dive back into the ground. Tamaa’s talons gripped Ronda’s wings kind of forcing her to stopped their ascend and falling into a dive while also pecking at each other’s wings and tails, doing one last flip, both drongo and goose landed on the rock where Tamaa, getting lost on the world around them as it was casual, peck Ronda’s beak again, clearly wanting more before he was forced to look for another partner.


The rock where Tamaa and Ronda were mating became stained with their love as Tamaa’s dick was piercing her again, but unexplainable, Ronda got separated from him and flew away, just to end into another goose who was alone a few meters away.


“Well…. at least it was a nice de-tour” Tamaa said, already looking at another bird to finish what Ronda began.


Back in the background, more birds were still having plenty of energy, it was almost like an infinite ogry, birds were already fallen on the ground, obviously spent, while some others where looking for more, even there was groups doing the mating flight or mating in the ground, some others were eager, others were shy, others just preferred to do small things to conserve energy for a real mating while others were looking for the ‘perfect’ mate to bond for life while others were the opposite, and just do it right there, looking for get rid of their own virginities. Also there were some odd kinks among the birds, quite a common occurrence was the initial brid who was looking to entice a female peck at her beak and talons or in the opposite case the females coarse the males by grabbing their dicks out. They were also all kind of couples in the party, not just the typical male to female, it was also only males or only females, 


There were even a couple of yellow-belly birds who were locking their necks into each other to then mount each other and jump into the sky, pumping their big wings to then rub their dicks against each other…




As Ono and Anga, was relaxing after both birds were pregnant of each other, Ono heard a caw of Hadithi, as the male egret looked to the mating flight circle, he saw Hadithi doing a aerial mating, fucking a male Blue Teal named Rey, as Anga was getting a rest from their mating and laying on their shared nest, he flights to the mating circle, as after greetings Rey and Haditihi, the old bird, in ecstasy raised his tail, allowing the egret to mount his anus, and starts to penetrate Hadithi, at this same time Rey and Hadithi synchronized their flapping of wings, as they climbed to almost 5 km in height, Hadithi getting Rey pregnant, as well Ono have done the same to the old eagle. After a dismount still middair, they at the beginning of their fall, they have rapidly changing places, now Rey and Hadithi, on each side of Ono’s body, fucking him at the same time, getting him pregnant in double, at the same time. Falling at a speed of 300 km/h, after 2 minutes of free fall, they landed still with Hadithi and Rey fucking Ono, as they landed in the nest mounted on the rock Hadithi have first appeared today, they landed on their shared nest, Hadithi them began to lay his own eggs, as he and Rey was still fucking Ono with abandon in a fiercy mating act.


“Hey Ono?” A voice yelled, kind of alerting the egret, it was a flamingo who was in a kind of hurry.
“What is it, do you want to mate?”
“Not now, maybe when I am done with the one waiting for me… there is someone looking for you… is a hawk, a harrier hawk to be more precise”


Ono’s memory made a click when he recalled months ago he helped chase a harrier hawk out of the pridelands when it intruded to hunt “Can it be her?”
The flamingo, not wanting to talk more, just left off, approaching another one to the right and went into the sky, locking their talons and long legs.


As they were resting, Ono heard a call mixed with a hawk caw approaching all the orgy, it was Mphisi in a hurry necessity to be fucked and be relieved of her most recent heat.


Mpishi will go to great lengths to try new foods. Despite her love for exotic treats, she hates carrion and prefers her prey to be fresh. Although a loner by nature, Mpishi will gladly work with others to catch prey. But that does not mean she will let the very same egret who stopped her years ago take advantage of her.
Of course the harrier hawk got the wrong idea, but her heat was too great to be burn out, so she decided to put the egret on a test.
Mpishi, feeling the same undeniable pull, spread her wings and met Ono's approach. They clasped talons, a dance of power and passion that had been performed by their ancestors for countless generations. Their bodies entwined, they soared higher and higher, the ground a distant mosaic of color beneath them. The air grew colder, the light dimmer, but their ardor grew brighter with every beat of their wings.
The hawk spread her wings wide, inviting him in, and together they ascended, their talons intertwined. Higher and higher they climbed, a spiraling dance of passion and power that drew the eyes of every creature below. The land grew small, the air grew thin, but their spirits soared, bound by a force as ancient as the very earth beneath them.
Ono felt the fierce ache in his loins again. He knew that this moment would not come again, and so he approached it with the same precision and passion that he brought to every hunt. He positioned himself behind her, his beak grazing the soft down of her neck, sending a shiver of anticipation down her spine. Her body quivered in response, and she leaned back into his embrace, her wings beating in time with his.
Mpishi did not resist as Ono took her talons in his, their grip firm and sure. With a powerful beat of their wings, they ascended into the sky, their hearts racing in a rhythm as ancient as the land itself. Higher and higher they soared, their bodies entwined, the air cooling against their feathers as they approached the heavens.
As they reached the pinnacle of their flight, Ono felt the overwhelming urge to claim her as his own. He tightened his grip, and Mpishi, with a fierce cry that echoed through the heavens, accepted his advances. Their bodies melded in a flash of heat and power, a bond forged in the eye of the storm that was their love, the wind carrying them back to the welcoming embrace of the savanna. As they touched down, their legs trembling with the aftermath of their shared ecstasy, Ono looked into Mpishi's eyes and knew that she felt the same way he did. Their descent was as graceful as it was urgent. Ono's sharp gaze never leaving hers, he pierced her with his own, filling her with his seed, their bodies locked in a fiery embrace. The force of their union sent ripples through the air, echoing across the plains below as if the very earth itself was aware of the bond they had just forged.


He leaned in, pressing his body against hers, his talons digging gently into her back. She arched her neck, a silent invitation that sent a jolt of excitement through his veins. With one swift, decisive move, he pierced her ass, the act as natural and as vital as the hunt itself.
The ground rushed up to meet them, but fear was a distant memory. Their wings spread wide, they broke free of their embrace and soared once more, side by side. Mpishi's breath caught in her throat as Ono positioned himself above her, his talons grasping her firmly. Their eyes never left each other's, the fiery connection between them undeniable. Just before they touched down, Ono pierced her with his sharp beak, the ultimate act of union for their kind. A sharp cry echoed through the air, a declaration of their love and the promise of a new life to come.


The mating was swift and intense, a culmination of instinct and emotion. As they separated, their talons untangling, they hovered for a moment, panting heavily. Then, with a shared look that held all the tenderness and passion of the moment, they alighted on a nearby branch, their bodies still quivering with the aftershocks of their union.
As the afternoon was passing by, and more curious chirps grew more agitated, more feathers scattered on the grass, more wings ruffling in excitation and tired-out bodies lied on some rocks, Ono’s sharp gaze located a very and yet familiar bird, who certainly looked different….
The bird in question Ono was seeing had some interesting facts indeed, his tail and talons were akin to a hornbill, his wings beak and body was like an odd mix of egret and drongo, as Ono was getting close to the odd bird mix, almost immediately become shy and nervous, it was like he knew that bird from long time ago.


“Huh….” Ono’s nervousness was evident but the hybrid bird just smiled, assessing Ono’s body as he found a linking to it. Ono felt an instant kinship with the stranger, as if they shared a secret that bound them together. He dove from the branch, the wind rushing past his pointed hornbill claws, eager to introduce himself to this kindred spirit.


“Hey Iss, did you find….” Another bird say as it was walking close to them, just as the bird who Ono was staring at, this new one was strange too, another hybrid bird, this one was a kind of falcon who Drongo’s wings egret’s beak and hornbill’s talons.
“I guess we did,” Iss said while hovering around Ono like a fly, his graceness was impeccable as his wings flapped slowly.


“I am sorry, do I know you, you looked familiar” Ono said, pondering the bird’s features


“Hehe….I sure we do “Dav said while cleaning his wings a bit with the beak ”We were born from the first batch of eggs you laid, that was (seasons ago)”


Iss landed behind Ono, the egret stayed still as the hybrid bird was chirping happily around him. The other birds watched in wonder, their whispers fading as they turned their eyes to their own mates in mating. Without a second thought, Ono followed, his wings beating in time with the pounding of his heart, they soared for a bit across an endless sea of feathers 
When they reached a secluded grove, Iss led the way, his tail feathers fluttering with excitement. He stopped before a hidden lagoon, the water so still it mirrored the sky. The air was thick with the scent of blooming water lilies and the faint musk of recent rain.


With a flick of his tail, Iss turned to face Ono, his gaze intense and unwavering. He took a step closer, his beak parting slightly in a seductive smile that sent shivers down Ono's spine. Ono swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving Iss's. He felt a strange warmth spreading through his body, a feeling he couldn't quite place. But he knew it was something he'd never felt before. With a nod, he allowed himself to be drawn closer, their bodies almost touching.


With a suddenness that took Ono's breath away, Iss leaned in and pressed his beak against Ono's. It was unlike any kiss he'd ever felt, a strange melding of beaks and feathers, but it was undeniably passionate. Ono's heart raced as he felt the heat of Iss's body against his own, the firmness of his muscles beneath the soft down.


Iss's tail swished with excitement as he stepped closer, pressing his body against Ono's. Ono felt a strange and thrilling pressure building, a sensation that was both alien and intoxicating. He didn't know what was happening, but he knew he didn't want it to stop. Ono felt a sudden jolt as Iss pushed his tail aside, revealing his own arousal. He stared in awe at the beautiful, terrifying creature before him, his mind racing with questions and desires. Iss leaned in closer, his breath hot against Ono's neck.


"I know you're ready," he whispered, his voice a hypnotic blend of the calls of both his hornbill and drongo parents. "Let me show you what it's like to truly fly."


With that, Iss took the initiative, his strong drongo body guiding Ono to the soft grass. He positioned himself, his beak nuzzling against Ono's ass, feeling the tightness and the warmth. Ono tensed up for a moment, unsure of what was happening, but the gentle cooing noises from Iss soothed him.


Then, without warning, Iss pushed inside him. Ono's world narrowed to the sensation of being filled, the pain mingling with the thrill of the unknown. He felt himself stretching to accommodate the thick, unyielding shaft of his newfound lover. Their eyes locked, and Ono felt a strange sense of belonging. As Iss began to move, the pain slowly gave way to pleasure, a feeling more intense than anything he'd ever experienced. The two hybrids moved together in a rhythm that seemed as old as the savannah itself, their bodies speaking a language that no one else could understand. With each thrust, Ono felt more and more connected to the creature he'd just met, their hearts beating in unison as the world around them melted away. The only sounds were their harsh breaths and the occasional squawk of passion that escaped their beaks.


Then once again at the 10km height mark Ono was feeling as Iss was filling him like a stuffed bird, to then falling in free fall, but instead to doing it fast like most birds preferred, Iss’s wings flared, his talons also grabbed Ono’s to then guide them towards the ground in gliding style.
Once reaching earth, Iss and Ono squeaked together, displaying their content hearts to the few birds that were looking at them.
Iss's beak grazed Ono's neck, sending shivers down his spine. With surprising gentleness, he bent Ono over a soft mound of grass, his feathers brushing against Ono's quivering body. Ono felt a strange mix of trepidation and longing as he realized that this was a moment he had both feared and craved for his entire life.


Iss's tail feathers spread wide, revealing the hardened length of his shaft, a stark contrast to his otherwise graceful form. It was a sight that made Ono's breath catch in his throat, a mix of awe and apprehension swirling within him. He knew this was the moment that would change everything.


The hybrid, named Dav, looked up at him with a mix of surprise and curiosity. His beady eyes, a deep shade of amber, sparkled with intelligence. Zazu felt a strange kinship with this creature too, an understanding that they both bore the burden of their unique heritages. He landed with a soft thud, his wings folding neatly beside him, and the crowd of birds parted to allow him a better view. Dav tilted his head, studying Zazu with a quizzical expression. His long, curved beak, a trait inherited from his hornbill ancestors, clicked open and shut as he took in the newcomer. His feathers ruffled slightly, revealing the sleek body of an egret beneath, with the sturdy build of a drongo. Despite his intimidating appearance, there was an air of innocence about him that was undeniably endearing.


Eventually Tamaa joined the fun too, calling the dibs for Iss as they soared across the skies, their wings and dicks mating in midair as both birds float around 


Dav watched, mesmerized, as the cranes performed their mating flight. Their wings fluttered in unison, creating a delicate ballet against the backdrop of the setting sun. The cranes' calls echoed through the air, a sweet serenade that seemed to resonate within him. He felt an unexpected pang of longing. It had been a long time since he had felt the rush of a courtship dance, the thrill of pursuing a partner with the same fiery passion.
One of the cranes’s talons grappled the others as they both flew up, their dicks already connected, in a kind of ball where each were fucking each, in perfectly timing.
Two days after the big bird ceremony led by Hadithi, Ono was flying towards his temporary nest in the pridelands, because he needed to take care of his new mates before heading back to his main flock outside the pridelands. As Ono’s talons touched his nest, his gaze got to the small oval-shaped eggs lying on the nest, there were 5 of his own and 5 from Iss. The later one was hunting worms to feed themselves, some times, Ono recalled all the times he mate, and smiled to himself, just 2 years ago he was shy enough to even get nice with a female, now he had mates, his own flock to lead, and more offspring to come, who eventually would bring more and more birds to come.


The days grew longer, and the heat of the sun bore down upon the savanna. Tamaa's own mating season had come and gone, but he found herself drawn back to the tree where Dav and Zazu had made their nest. He watched as the falcon couple took turns guarding the eggs, their dedication unwavering. It was a sight she had never seen before, and it filled her with a strange yearning. Both were ready to lay their own eggs, in total their were 5 eggs, 2 from Tamaa, 2 from Zazu and one from Dav.