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"writing": "[center][b]MARAHUTE'S THREESOME[/b][/center]\n\n[center]By M. E. Vehnt (aka moisteaglevent)\nJanuary 8, 2017[/center]\t\n\n[center][color=#ef2929]WARNING! WARNING! WARNING![/color]\nThis is an adult story (readers 18 years and older only please) and contains acts of consensual sex between anthropomorphized animals. Includes cloacalingus, teasing/edging, threesome, feral mating.\n\n[i]This story was commissioned by Arkinn and Aidren is his character. The Marahute character is property of Disney. This is intended as non-canon fan art/writing and not sanctioned by Disney in any way.[/i]\n\nDO NOT EDIT OR REPOST WITHOUT PERMISSION[/center]\n\nThe full moon lifted from behind the last of the evening’s storm clouds and washed down over the cliffs of Marahute’s territory. She had been huddled in her nest all evening, fighting the winds and pounding rains. After weeks of summer heat, rain was welcome but she could have done without the nest-wrecking wind, scorching lightning, and booming thunder. Even an eagle as huge and strong as Marahute had her limits and at times it took all of her strength to hold on to her nest and keep it from being blown away. As the storm retreated into the distance, Marahute breathed easier. She tidied her nest, preened her feathers, and soon she was fluffed up at the edge of the cliff and feeling sleepy.\n\nMarahute put her head into her back feathers and her lower eyelids slowly rose and enveloped her eyes in sleep. Suddenly there was a flickering light that shined through her eyelids and jarred her back to consciousness. She whipped her head around, searching for the source of what she thought was lightning. But there was just the big bright moon, the tall white clouds on the horizon, and the buzz of insects in the canyon below. She put her beak back into her shoulder feathers and began to close her eyes again when she heard a faint moan. Her hackles shot up and she stared into the darkness behind her nest. Someone was in the shadows of HER ledge!\n\nMarahute turned around, mantling her wings, ready to fight. She hissed and waited for a reply. Instead of a challenge, all she heard was soft panting and moaning. She blinked her third eyelids and twisted her head one way and then the other, trying to make sense of the invader. She walked forward slowly into the shadow of the cliff, letting her eyes adjust to the darkness. She could hear two hearts beating and the soft ruffling of feathers.\n\nA high-pitch owl whisper came out of the darkness, “Ohhhh, unh… yes, yes, lower, oh, lowerrrrr…”\n\nThe image came into focus: There was a barn owl on its back with wings and legs spread open, writhing and panting. A bald eagle had its beak down between the owl’s legs, moving in a rhythmic licking motion. The owl gave another louder earnest moan and flapped its wings softly. A salty, musky smell reached Marahute’s nares and tingled her brain. She blinked her eyes and tasted the scent in the back of her throat. It was the smell of hot cloaca, moist and relaxed. It was the smell of sex. Her feathers fluffed out and she felt her nape tingle and her tail grow light. It smelled so inviting and instantly made her horny. The corners of her beak flushed and her pupils narrowed with interest. She chirped out softly and the couple glanced up at her with smiles on their beaks.\n\nThe owl spoke sweetly, “Hello there, lovely girl. How rude of us to not say hello first. I’m Aidren and this hot eagle is oooohhh… huh huh huh oooooooOOOOOoooo… AAAEETTTUSSS!” Aidren’s feet clutched the air and his legs shook. His beak clenched and his cloaca winked and spurted against Aetus’ beak. Aetus chortled and lapped at Aidren’s cloaca slowly, cleaning up the mess he had caused. The intense smell of cum wafted into Marahute’s nares and she let out a hot sigh, her eyes melting from savage to subby.\n\nAidren slowly got up and walked towards Marahute, smiling and blinking his big, emerald eyes. He gave off a soft ethereal bluish glow and carried himself in such a graceful, gentle way that the big eagle was not alarmed. She could smell the scent of sex more strongly as Aidren came closer and it made her vent quiver and soften. Her rump muscles tightened and her mouth watered as though anticipating a meal but what she was really hungry for was love.\n\nMarahute had not feasted on love in a long, long time. Her mate had been killed years before and she was the last of her kind. The urges that were stirring in her now were not new but they had never been this strong. She let desire wash over her brain, down her spine, and loosen her hips, tail, and cloaca. She wanted badly to be bred.\n\nAidren stepped past Marahute and into the moonlight. When the moonlight illuminated him, his pale, smooth feathers glowed brightly. His green eyes sparkled and he wore a black silk bowtie under his smiling beak. There was an iridescent shimmer to his bright feathers such that Marahute usually only saw during the daytime when she picked at the sides of a freshly caught fish. Marahute blinked and in an instant Aidren’s form grew into a large eagle like Marahute. She shook her head and blinked more. She thought that there must be a feather in her eye. But there was a huge eagle there now, a male eagle, looking so striking and handsome.\n\nMarahute’s beak dropped open and she sagged. Her heart beat faster and her cloaca throbbed. The sight of this eagle was too much for her in her impassioned state. She dropped down on her breast and softly cheeped an invitation to the ghostly eagle. She was convinced that she must be dreaming but she didn’t care. She wanted her urges satisfied.\n\nAidren called softly, “Come out, Aetus. Marahute’s ready. Let’s make you look the part.”\n\nAetus slowly emerged from the shadows but now, instead of a bald eagle, Marahute saw another massive male eagle with fluffy legs, bright head, smooth beak, and dreamy eyes. Marahute let out a long needy chirp and raised her tail. She had been alone so long and her brain was so softened by the sights and smells of sex that her pride evaporated. It was time for wild birds to fuck wildly.\n\nAidren smiled and walked up to Marahute’s lovely white face. He leaned in and nuzzled her hot beak with his. She panted against his beak and opened her mouth letting out a hot, salty sigh. Aidren extended his tongue and slid it against hers. She quivered and panted faster, her tail bobbing as her cloaca winked and drooled.\n\nAetus stepped around behind Marahute and placed a wing on her rump. She jolted and stiffened her back, her tail reflexing and twisting to one side, clearing the way for humping. Aetus admired her light grey butt fluff and the dark patch where her moist cloaca was open and waiting for contact. He rubbed her rump and she chirped and panted in Aidren’s face as he continued to lick and beak her throat deeply. Then Aetus put his face close to Marahute’s vent and smelled her clean, wet membranes. He let out a hot sigh, blowing against her hole, and she shook with desire. Her cloaca winked open and closed, strands of lusty mucus making plipping sounds. Her plump oviduct pushed outwards and she let out a long moan. Aetus put his tongue into the donut of soft tissue and Marahute began to shudder with her first orgasm. “Chi-chirrpp-rrpp Screee!” She pushed her face into Aidren’s breast feathers as her body stiffened and she spurted girlish fluids out around Aetus’ probing tongue. Her cloaca winked again and again until she gradually relaxed, breathing hard in and out. She looked into Aidren’s eyes, wanting more.\n\nAidren smiled back and said, “You’re such a strong, stately girl. It’s a shame that you have no mate. That’s why we came. We took on these eagle forms and we’re going to mate with you so that you’ll lay fertile, strong eggs. You’ll be a momma very soon and your species will survive.”\n\nMarahute heard these words and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. She’d never had such a strong and pleasant dream. Perhaps, somehow, this was real.\n\nAidren said, “Aww… come here pretty girl.” He hugged her face into his fluffy breast and she nuzzled her beak in deep.\n\nAetus patted her rump and she jutted her beak forward under Aidren until her nares met his moist vent. She smelled the hot cloaca and felt the soft pulsating lips on her face. It was powerfully erotic to her. She hadn’t had the chance to explore a mate like this before and she wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity. She pressed her smooth beak against Aidren’s hole and he lifted his wings and let out a high long sigh. He wiggled his butt and pushed back down on Marahute’s hot beak.\n\nMeanwhile, Aetus climbed up on to Marahute’s back. She began to wail softly, each time causing her cloaca to open and her oviduct to bulge out. Aetus chirped out and squatted on her back, flapping his wings slowly. He wiggled his tail and rubbed his vent back and forth on the side of Marahute’s tail, so close to her cloaca, teasingly close. She felt a wave of heat building in her forehead and such a strong desire to cum. But she couldn’t without a mate’s tickle of her oviduct opening. It was such pleasure and such torture. Then Aetus rubbed up and down along the side of her tail then down around her lower belly, then right beside her cloaca, his hole winking and sucking on her soft skin. It was driving her mad and she wailed louder and louder, begging and then demanding for fulfillment of her orgasm. Her body was stiff, her tail straight out to the side and quivering. Finally, Aetus twisted his tail just right and pushed in firmly letting out a series of short copulatory chirps. His sweet cloaca opened, the inner membranes pressed out and made contact with Marahute’s. She felt the velvety, wet, hot contact, like two pouting, lovers mouths kissing for the first delicious time. She pressed into the kiss and an intense wash of electric heat rose through her rump, out her wings, and up over her eyeballs. She screeched out into Aidren’s fluffy ass that was across her beak and her cloaca spasmed open to its widest. Aetus’ chirping reached a rapid staccato pace, causing his passion-swollen membranes to vibrate rapidly on Marahute’s oviduct. He felt a wave of pleasure cresting in the back of his brain, could feel it coming down upon him—the most intense orgasm of his life. Marahute’s virgin cloaca was the sweetest he had felt and Aidren must have enhanced his climax with his magic. Aetus’ loins tightened and he felt his ejaculatory ducts swell up into Marahute’s oviduct. He’d never felt that sensation before and it made him cum vigorously. He stuttered out, “Kek! Kek! Kek! Chirrrrp!” Marahute’s plump oviduct eagerly swallowed Aetus’ thick eagle cream. It filled her huge shell gland and she felt warm and wet inside.\n\nMarahute panted and whined and licked at Aidren’s tender hole, thankful for the gift. He preened the back of her head and whispered, “Would you like more my dear?”\n\nMarahute let out an affirmative whimper and nodded her head.\n\nAidren laid back and opened his belly fluff. Aetus saw what he was doing and so he slid his legs down around Marahute’s middle, still pressing his juicy, cum-pasted vent lips to hers. Her cloaca was so stimulated now that she couldn’t help but shudder and whimper as their vents slaked against each other. Aidren wrapped his legs around Marahute’s neck and pulled her beak down against his exposed cloaca. Then Aetus began pulsating his cloaca against hers. Her eyes rolled upwards and her neck arched and bucked, her breathing sputtering out in spasms as she was edged along in a series of small orgasms. “U-Oh-Huh-Eek-O-O-OH! Ch-chirp-kekkk-unh!” She saw Aidren’s sweet pink rim against her beak and so she opened wide. The orgasmic stimulation made her hungry to taste the inside of her mates. She slid her tongue up into Aidren’s hole and he panted hotly with desire. Her panting puffed out his soft membranes and allowed Marahute to push deeper into him.\n\nAidren huffed out, close to climax already, “Huh! Huh! Oh! Huh! Yes! Liiiiiccck it! Mmmmm… Liiiick it! Please!”\n\nAetus now began swiping his cloaca up and down against Marahute’s. He softly grunted with the effort of building up to his second climax. “Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh! Unh! *grunt* *grunt*” The stretching of hot wet cloacal folds and intermittent pumping and winking created a riff of smooching, hollow body cavity sounds laced with juicy farting of trapped air and cum. Aetus flapped his wings slowly, his eyes closed, concentrating on rubbing out one more good load for Marahute. She felt him gripping his hot thighs around her body and it made her feel like she had no where she could go. She had relinquished control to these luscious creatures and this was the one context where a female eagle did care to be dominant. She wanted to be vulnerable, to be used, and most importantly, to be fertilized. The hollow sounds of the sex against her hot, wide hole made her all the hornier. When the smell of foamy cum found her nares, she couldn’t hold back. She stretched her legs and pushed her beak up into Aidren’s tight hole. Aidren’s face flushed and he chirped out. He wasn’t ready for that but he couldn’t stop it. He felt a wave of pleasure radiate up from deep in his ass—a hot eagle beak in there was new but very welcome. Marahute’s whole body tensed and her beak opened inside Aidren as she screeched out in ecstasy. Aidren’s butt quivered with the power of her scream. He felt his cloaca tighten and his ejaculatory ducts squirted cum into Marahute’s mighty maw.\n\nAetus felt Marahute’s cloaca spasming and sucking on his, literally milking him for his precious fluids. Aetus’ pupils shrank to tiny dots and his head feathers floofed out. He felt another huge tidal wave of pleasure building up over him. He moaned out, “Unh! Oh! Waaa—CH-CHIRRP! GGGAAAA!” Aetus lost control, such was the intensity of Marahute’s milking. The floodwaters of sexual gratification crashed down upon him and he flapped and flopped and let out a beak-breaking scream of pleasure. Marahute was rewarded with a gush of eagle spunk deep into her wanting ass. Just when she thought it was over, Aetus’ heaved hard and his belly contracted powerfully. He let out a stifled cry as his body clenched and pushed everything he had left deep into her. As he finished, Marahute was whimpering, tears under her eyes. She pulled her beak out of Aidren and a flood of owl jizz flowed out of his wide, loosened hole. He softly winked and his cloacal folds sputtered out cum along with the air that Marahute had screamed into him. Marahute whimpered and tasted the owl fluids, her eyes aglow with sexual satisfaction. She liked Aidren’s vent and face appreciatively.\n\nAidren stood up and licked her face and tongue in return. He whispered, “Want to do it once more, dear girl? Shall we make extra sure that you have all the seed you need?”\n\nMarahute nodded approvingly so Aetus dismounted as she turned around and laid down on her back. She opened her legs and used her wingtips to part her feathers wide. She looked down and sniffed her wide, pink, drooling hole. Her forehead feathers fluffed up and she closed her eyes, the smell drilling directly into the pleasure centers of her brain. She weakly winked her vent and she could hear the deep, hollow, sticky sounds of eagle spunk deep inside her fertile egg tract.\n\nAetus looked disheveled. His head feathers were pasted and rumpled. One of his pupils was bigger than the other. He staggered with ringing ears and said slowly with a slur, “I… Wow… whuba… mama… whee…” He tripped and fell onto his breast, his crumpled tail pointing up, his hole winking and drooling in the moonlight. He mumbled, “Not sure… there’s… any… room… left in there... Big… bigggg… org-azzzz-mmmmm…” He fell silent a moment and Marahute worried. Then suddenly he shuddered with a deep, satisfied snore and she knew he was ok. As she watched, Aetus’ shape faded and he returned to looking like a normally-sized male bald eagle. He continued snoring loudly, exhausted from his fatherly duties.\n\nAidren giggled, “Well, I guess he’s out for this round, sweetie. We’ll let him sleep. He earned it.”\n\nMarahute couldn’t let her lover go without some tender care though so she scooted herself over so that her beak was against Aetus’ butt. She licked his plump vent in rhythm with his snoring. His snoring increased in pitch and was interspersed with happy chortles and winks from his vent. As she did this, Aidren walked around behind her and positioned himself over her belly. Her vent was wide and loose, the lips puffy and red from excitement and rubbing. The folds inside were likewise swollen from mating. Cum was still oozing out. Aidren started, as Aetus did, by inspecting with his beak and tongue. He could taste Marahute’s fertile oviduct and the tangy cum of his eagle friend, Aetus. Aidren wrapped his wings around Marahute’s mighty legs and slowly squatted down, settling his moist hole down against hers.\n\nMarahute let out a moan and stopped licking Aetus for a moment. She turned her beak up to look at Aidren, who was still disguised as a big male of her species. She fluttered her third eyelids and chirped submissively, inviting Aidren to mate. Aidren settled down on to her fluffy, warm body and reached forward with their beaks were touching and they were panting hotly against each other’s faces. They were both feeling the rush of sexual desire and they opened their beaks to taste one another. They turned their faces sideways so that their beaks fit to one another. Their smooth, slick tongues slid and wrapped around each other like copulating snails. They reached deep into one another’s throats, each wanting to be inside the other as much as possible.\n\nThen Aidren began to pump his cloaca, winking it tight then relaxing it wide, caressing and pulsating against Marahute’s cream-leaking hole. He sang a soft tune as he deeply kissed Marahute with his beak and his talented cloaca rhythmically massaged the recesses of her egg hole. The tune was like a lullaby and it relaxed Marahute’s mind even as her heart pounded faster with the building sexual tension in her belly. The song was sung in a language from another time and place but somehow she knew what it meant. She closed her eyes and wrapped her wings around Aidren, pulling him into her tightly, feeling their soft breasts press tightly together. She could feel the beating of her lover’s heart and she wanted to be one with him.\n\nSensations from Aidren’s song reverberated in Marahute’s mind. She felt promises of peace, of fertile eggs, strong chicks, and a future full of promise for her kind. Her heart melted and she cheeped out with grateful tears in her eyes. She had no language to express herself but she expressed her gratitude with a passionate embrace and began to milk Aidren’s cloaca with hers just as she had milked Aetus.\n\nAidren panted and struggled for a moment to continue to sing harmoniously. But he was a master of time and space and he could keep control of his form if he kept his focus. So he focused on the song and on loving this life-battered, lonely bird. He stroked his cloaca forward and back, ruffling Marahute’s feathers and producing hollow, wet sucking sounds between their hungry orifices. Marahute was puckering and unpuckering in time with the song until finally she tensed and cum and oviduct mucus boiled up from within. She was close to climax again and she moaned long and hard, her eyes closed and her tongue deep in Aidren’s throat. Her ring of hot membranes tightened and relaxed once more and she began to shudder and chirp, tumbling into a rolling, repeating orgasm. Her oviduct folded out, as though she would lay an egg. It was an eruption of hot, velvety, creamy folds of bird flesh up against Aidren’s tingling tight hole. He stuttered in his song and then churred loudly.\n\nFeeling his own powerful climax coming on, Aidren sang louder and more intensely. He gripped Marahute’s legs tightly in his talons and shoved in hard. His pink orifice parted wide and a knot of membranes pressed outward. He pressed it down into the center of the rosebud-like mound of sexual tissue that Marahute had exposed. It opened inside and Aidren gasped. He jizzed a powerful stream of potent eagle and magical owl semen. He gripped her harder and his green eyes glowed brightly. A long low screech rose from his breast and he shook as he thrusted hard and repeatedly. At last he screeched out loudly and pumped his load into her.\n\nAs soon as his ejaculation was complete, his eyes ceased glowing and he relaxed, shrinking back down to the small barn owl that he was, still locking tongues with the beautiful Marahute.\n\nMarahute felt the cool air on her sloppy, oozing cloaca and she winked it softly as she continued to hug and lick Aidren’s face. She turned him around and licked his backside too. Long, luscious licks of happy, hot eagle tongue that cleaned off the stray cum and soothed his tender hole.\n\nSoon the three birds were snuggled together, sleeping from their work well done. Marahute had never felt so sexually satisfied. She slept that night feeling like a queen full of royal seed. Inside of her, sperm and egg follicles brewed. As the first follicle broke free and began its journey down her oviduct, she dreamed of brooding a nest full of warm eggs that soon hatched and then rapidly grew into begging eagle chicks and at last into a stately and proud family. It was the happiest dream she had had since long ago when her mate was with her.\n\nIn the early hours of the morning, Marahute awoke when thunder cracked above them. It looked like it would be a wet day but the moisture was welcome as it would bring an abundance of game—game that she would need to feed what she was promised would be a big family. Marahute positioned her tail over the side of the nest and bent over to poop. She spurted out a stream of droppings but as she pushed it out, she realized that there was something larger and deeper inside of her. It was an egg in her shell gland! She felt her oviduct contracting around it and her cloaca loosening. It wasn’t going to be long before she would have to lay it. This was incredible to her since it usually took a day and a half for her kind to produce an egg.\n\nMarahute busily tidied her nest, bracing the sides with large sticks and softening the center with fine grasses, moss, and bits of feather and fur from her prey remains. She nestled down in the center with her feet balled up, and rocked back and forth to pack the nest and prepare a soft area for her precious first egg.\n\nAs she completed her work, Aetus and Aidren awoke and came to help. Aetus said to Aidren, “She’s already close to laying! You do your work quickly, my friend.”\n\nAidren winked one eye and gave a wry smile. Then nodded his head towards Marahute as if to say, “Yeah? Watch this!”\n\nSuddenly Marahute gasped and her tail bobbed. She moved to the middle of the nest and bent low and put her tail straight out. She pressed and grunted, feeling the egg move from her shell gland down through the tight passage of her lower oviduct. Aetus moved over behind her and peered under her tail. Her cloaca was bulging out through her vent now—a bright pink ring of smooth glistening membranes. She grunted and took a few breaths before she pressed hard again, her tail shaking with the effort. This time the wide rim of membranes parted at the center and a crown of white shell appeared.\n\nAetus chirped with delight, “Here it comes! Here it comes!” He worked up some saliva in his mouth and licked it onto the shell, trying to help lubricate and softly part the membranes from the egg. Marahute chirped appreciatively and relaxed, letting her stretched vent get some blood flow for a moment. She winked her hole softly as Aetus’ tongue pressed up between the membranes and the egg. Then her insides began to tighten again and she bent over again and pressed. Her cloaca pressed out even larger this time and the membranes peeled back farther and farther from the egg, almost to its widest part. She grunted and chirped, shaking hard trying to press the last few millimeters but she couldn’t quite do it and gasped and panted. As she relaxed, the egg slid back inside of her partway. Aetus licked more all around the perimeter of the egg and even the lips of her vent and the sore membranes that were taking a beating. Marahute smiled up at Aidren who was perched by her face.\n\nAidren stroked her chin with a wing and said, “You’re almost a momma, Marahute. You can do it. Aetus is helping. This is it—press that egg out now.”\n\nMarahute took encouragement from Aidren’s words and braced herself once more. She pressed hard, letting out a strenuous chirp. Aetus watched the egg slide back out, the membranes rolling back and exposing wet smooth shell, farther and farther until its widest point. Aetus saw what had been wrinkled membranes stretch tight into a smooth band of pink. He licked the membranes back micrometer by micrometer until suddenly the egg began sliding faster and plopped out into the nest. Marahute let out a tired but jubilant chirp. Aetus continued to lick and sooth her sagging, tired egg hole while she caught her breath. Her oviduct slowly contracted and drew back inside of her and her vent tightened, her hormones of laying losing their muscle-relaxing effects.\n\nMarahute looked down between her legs and admired the big beautiful egg. She rolled it forward and settled her soft body down over it. When Aetus walked up next to Aidren, she reached up and preened his cheek affectionately.\n\nThe three birds stayed together for many days and helped Marahute lay six eggs which was a stupendously large family considering her kind normally only lay 1-2 eggs every couple of years. After all of the laying was completed, Aetus and Aidren hunted and provided for Marahute so that she could brood full-time. Soon the eggs all hatched and the nest was bustling with hungry beaks. Each chick was huge even at hatching, each being half the size of Aidren! Aetus and Aidren helped feed the chicks and protected them while Marahute went out hunting as well. Aidren also taught them to speak like he and Aetus could and taught them about the world, the history of their kind, and all the wisdom they would need to know to be successful and proud birds.\n\nEventually all the babies graduated to flying and hunting on their own and Marahute had a new start for her kind. Of course, these brothers and sisters couldn’t mate with each other to produce families of their own.\n\nOne day Aetus had asked Aidren about this dilemma. He nodded as he turned his green eyes towards Aetus. He said sweetly, “Yes, indeed that would seem to be a problem. It’ll be a few years yet before they will be ready for mating.”\n\nAetus asked, “And then what?”\n\nAidren winked and said, “I don’t have any doubts in our ability to find kinky birds to help us with this problem, do you?”\n\nAetus snickered and said, “Not at all, my friend, not at all.”\n\nAidren remarked, “And in the meantime, Marahute will soon need another breeding. But we don’t need to wait around. After all I am a master of –“\n\nAetus filled in the rest, “—time and space. Yes, you are, you most certainly are. Well, what are we waiting for? Lead on, my friend!”\n\nThe two birds hugged Marahute tight and bid her fond farewell. Then Aidren started his magic and the two birds glowed brightly, shimmered, and vanished into thin air.\n\nMarahute sighed in satisfaction. She thought of the first night they’d bred her so hotly in the moonlight. She would never forget it. She loosened her vent and sighed. She rubbed the side of her tail with a wing and hoped that they’d be back again next breeding season.\n\nTHE END\n\n",
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