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And could a stranger like her find a new home among people she'd only heard stories about?\n\nWe shall see.[/i]\n\n~~~\n\nThis is the first chapter of my story; I've written a lot but never felt as strongly about anything as I do this.\n\nThere should be humor, drama, action, naughty sex scenes, all the things that make a story just that tiny bit more interesting.\n\nI hope you all enjoy!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "The story begins here, a young mother-to-be lost in the woods at the advent of a horrid winter, beset upon by a vicious predator only to be saved by one of the mysterious natives who call these woods home.

What sort of catastrophe would even propel someone so young, and carrying a cargo so precious as hers, to leave the comfort of home?  And could a stranger like her find a new home among people she'd only heard stories about?

We shall see.

~~~

This is the first chapter of my story; I've written a lot but never felt as strongly about anything as I do this.

There should be humor, drama, action, naughty sex scenes, all the things that make a story just that tiny bit more interesting.

I hope you all enjoy!", "writing": "A New Family\n\n\nSnap!\n\nA twig broke underpaw as the woman stumbled through the cold winter woods. She was hungry, cold, and the precious cargo she carried in her belly was becoming restless. She fell at a stream. She drank desperately of the water, before she stopped to see herself reflected in the moonlight. She was a pine marten, a lovely caramel and honey brown-furred female of her species, but she was starving. Her clothes barely clung to her waning body. She needed to feed her baby, her unborn cub. Her ears barely registered the crunching snow behind her.\n\nBefore she could turn, a winter-worn paw grabbed the marten jill by the hem of her tunic and lifted her. The jill screamed in the face of a fierce wolverine male who had her by her baggy shirt.\n\nThe large mustelid looked upon this soft female and his intentions for her became clear, “I thought I smelt intruderz in mai territory. If you were another wolverine, I woulda ripped your guts out...” He sniffed her, “Now... I smell a fun time for Jeryl.” He grinned evilly as he felt up the pregnant female. He felt the kicking kit in her belly, “Ah... Some other fella’s got ta ya... No matter, I'll fix that soon.”\n\nAnd now with her child on the line, the jill fought futilely against the male, “Let me go!”\n\nHe angered quickly; he slammed her against a tree, “Don’t piss me off, missy... Or I’ll rip yer teeth out and stick my whole log down yer whore mouth.”\n\nThe jill had a concussion already from him slamming her; she knew she couldn’t survive this male’s full fury, but she was given teeth for a reason. She bit hard on the hand that held her and tore a sizable chunk from the male’s palm.\n\nHe cursed loudly while she broke off. “You! Yer fuckin’ bitch! Bite me!?”\n\nThe jill ran from him, not caring where she wound up, as long as she got away. Alas, she slipped trying to cross the stream she had drunk from before.\n\nThe wolverine was on her in a flash. He backhanded the jill, made her nose bleed and her brain rattle. “I was gonna be nice an’ let ya be my little slut... But if you’re gonna be bitin’, I’ll just take a little somethin’ from ya.” He winced as he pulled his dagger from its sheath with his bitten paw. He pressed the blade to her belly, about to murder her unborn baby.\n\nShe sobbed, “No!”\n\nHe stopped suddenly when he felt something stab in his chest. “What?” He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.\n\nThe jill looked on in horror as a second, third, then fourth arrow soon protruded from his corpulent body.\n\nHe gripped the hard, wooden shafts that now stuck out of him, felt the barbed arrowheads tearing at his flesh, lacerating his insides. He looked up and saw a bird in the tree above him.\n\nThe tribal bird stared down the large predator before she let another arrow fly.\n\nThe wolverine croaked his last as that final shaft pierced his windpipe. He fell back onto the snow-covered forest floor.\n\nThe jill looked at the dying wolverine as he struggled to breath.\n\nThe bird climbed down from her perch.\n\nShe was a blue jay, 5 feet tall and thin. She wore little clothing, despite the blistering cold surrounding her. A loincloth, moccasins, and armbands were all that she wore.\n\nThe marten jill watched from where she lay as the lithe avian female stood over the big carnivore.\n\nThe blue jay narrowed her eyes. She could still see the faintest breath leaving him. She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart.\n\nThere was a hitch in his breath, and then no more.\n\nNow she was sure.\n\nThe blue jay stood and turned to see the female she’d just saved.\n\nThe jill shivered under the bird’s gaze.\n\nThe jay turned back to the dead wolverine. She began to pick her arrows from his body. They were still good, she could use them again. When that was finished, she stood again and walked over to the jill.\n\nThe female had passed out by then, worn out from the chase and from the hunger.\n\n...\n\nThe marten jill felt warmth when she woke up. Her dark brown eyes opened slowly before her nose told her she wasn’t alone where she slept. She looked to her sides and at one side there was that blue jay female.\n\nShe lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emitting from her black beak. She was quite pretty, now that the jill had a closer look. Blue was her favorite color, and this bird was covered in it.\n\nTo her other side, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, more muscular, though not by much but clearly, he was male. He was quite handsome in his own right as well. Aside from this, he looked much like his mate who lay parallel from him with the pine marten in between.\n\nThe jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both birds were naked. Neither wore a single article, though with careful inspection, she could see that both male and female bore a pair of puffy lips, like what she had between her own legs. The male’s slit had a slight bulge, she didn’t need to guess what was underneath; she figured he was like a lizard, somehow.\n\nThe jill only realized she herself lay naked between this strange pair of birds. Her breasts were exposed, her pregnant belly, her womanhood, all out for the world to see, but she didn’t feel repulsed by this... Somehow, she felt safe here with these birds. The jill startled when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder. She turned and the female was looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. “Sleep.” She spoke.\n\nThe jill was surprised to hear her language, “You speak...”\n\nThe jay shushed her, “Sleep.”\n\nThe jill saw the blue and black bird’s kind blue eyes staring back at her and knew she couldn’t refuse, but there were so many questions; “What’s your name?”\n\nThe jay petted the marten, “Kali. I am Kali.”\n\nThe marten smiled, “Kali... I’m Maureen.”\n\nKali felt the soft fur of the young mother she petted, “Maureen, sleep.”\n\nAnd Maureen did as she was told.\n\n...\n\nMaureen woke up next to the soft squawking of her saviors, very suggestive sounding squawks at that.\n\nThe jay female had tried to stifle herself as she mated with her husband, but she failed gloriously.\n\nMaureen blushed to see her hosts mid coitus, the unnamed male on his back while Kali rode his shaft.\n\nThe jay male squawked quietly as he released inside his mate.\n\nKali felt his warmth fill her womb and she touched beaks with him, “My love...” then, as she slowly dismounted her mate, she looked at her guest. “Sorry to wake you.” She smirked, she was clearly not ashamed to be seen by her house guest.\n\nMaureen only gulped then turned, trying to put what she just saw in the back of her mind.\n\n...\n\nMorning came and Maureen was again greeted to the lewd sight of Kali being bred, this time on all fours.\n\nKali smiled at Maureen, “There is food, eat.” She pointed to a plate of some fish that she’d cooked before her incorrigible mate mounted her.\n\nThe marten blushed at their open display before a guest. She took the fish and ate while she watched the pair. It was good fish.\n\nKali and her mate peaked at the same time.\n\nHe withdrew quickly so there was little mess from their union. He scrubbed his feathers around his slit whilst his wife put her loincloth on to make herself more decent for their blushing guest.\n\nKali quickly returned to her cooking duties and grilled up two more fishes for herself and her husband.\n\nThe three ate in peace for the next minute or so before Maureen spoke, “You two are very much in love I see.”\n\nKali laughed, “What gave it away?\" There was that cute smirk again, before she leaned in closer, \"And does our display trouble you?”\n\nMaureen blushed and shook her head, “Oh no... You should feel free to express your love for each other, I’ve just never seen anyone so open as you two. Most people I know would be more private.”\n\nKali giggled, “But we [i]are[/i] private, there is no one in here but the three of us.”\n\nHer mate finished eating his breakfast then began to clean himself of any mess, from eating or mating.\n\nMaureen smiled, “How long have you been together?”\n\nKali looked at her husband as he washed himself, “Truthfully? Our whole lives. He was my closest friend when we were young, we played together, got yelled at together.” She laughed at that last part, “Then one day we both decided we wanted to be more than friends and the medicine bird, he joined us under our goddess, Rhia.”\n\nHer mate finished dressing himself as Kali finished her story. He gathered his wife in his strong winged arms then he touched his beak to hers, “I’m off.”\n\nKali rubbed beaks with her love, \"Be back soon, Justin.\"\n\nJust then, the flap to their tent flung open and another bird, this one a cardinal, stuck his head inside. “Justin! The council is wondering where you are!”\n\nJustin let go of his wife to greet his companion, “Orion, I’m leaving right now.”\n\nThe cardinal looked to Kali then Justin, “Well hurry, scouts have arrived with news from the neighboring tribes.” He chanced a glance to their current guest, the strange female the rest of the tribe had been chirping about. He looked back at Justin as the blue jay stepped out, “Come on! You know the chief hates waiting.”\n\nJustin clapped his friend on the back, “I’m coming, relax!”\n\nThe two males left, leaving the females.\n\nKali looked upon Maureen’s belly, “How far are you?”\n\nMaureen held her belly, “Just a few months.”\n\nThe jay smiled, “Where is the father?”\n\nThe marten’s mood shifted, “He... He’s with God.”\n\nKali understood, “Sick? Or in battle?”\n\nMaureen sniffed, “He was murdered.”\n\nThe jay leaned closer, “By bandits?”\n\nShe shook her head then laid down, indicating she didn’t want to say more.\n\nKali frowned but did not push on. Instead, she lay with the pine marten and held her close.\n\n...\n\nIt was past noon when Justin finally returned. He smirked at the sight of his wife asleep with her arms around the marten.\n\nHe undressed then carefully straddled both females. He leaned forward and smelled Maureen’s scent. She had a very pleasant scent. Her breasts were a fine sight for the male, especially one who lived in a village where the females had no need for such things.\n\nHe looked across to his wife. She was as beautiful as ever. He preened his mate and his soft touch caused her to stir.\n\nKali smiled upon seeing her mate, “Hello...”\n\nJustin pecked his mate as he lowered himself on top of her, “I appear to have a second wife now.” He joked as he referred to Maureen.\n\nKali giggled, “It looks that way.”\n\nJustin laid down between the females, holding his wife closest.\n\n“What did the council have to say, Justin?” She asked him as she nuzzled her small black beak into his plumage.\n\nHe sighed, “It was about our guest. They’re not happy that you’ve brought an outsider to our village, especially one like... Maureen is it?”\n\nKali cracked the vertebrae in her neck, “She was about to be slaughtered like prey by that wolverine, I had to save her.”\n\nJustin pecked his wife lovingly, “I would have done the same if it were me in your place. I’m sworn to protect our village, but I can’t ignore a female in peril.”\n\nKali smiled as she rubbed his cheek, “My brave warrior.” She smirked then when she felt something poking her, “Your blade is poking me...”\n\nJustin grinned, “Then I must sheathe it.”\n\n...\n\nLater that night, Maureen was again disturbed from sleep by the lewd smells of her avian hosts making love.\n\nThe pine marten blushed as she watched Justin flex as the strong bird bred with his wife. Her bare womanhood tingled to see how Kali gasped and twisted her body to match her husband’s prowess.\n\nThe birds must have known they had an audience; they were practically performing for their guest, moaning and chirping together.\n\nMaureen felt tempted to help herself, but she did not want to disturb her hosts.\n\nThe pair finished and Justin rolled flat on his back afterward, placing himself again between his mate and their guest.\n\nMaureen blushed again to see him so close so soon after mating with his wife. Looking downward, she could see his flaccid shaft. She tried not to stare but she was mesmerized by it. It looked like a feral dog's shaft, narrow at the tip, gradually thicker towards the base, but no knot, just shaft.\n\nKali saw that their guest had taken an interest in her husband's tool. She didn't say anything though, she waited to see what the jill would do.\n\nMaureen, ultimately, couldn’t help herself. She put her paw on the exhausted male’s chest as he recouped energy for another round. She sighed as her fingers sank into his soft plumage then she felt his muscles beneath. He wasn't buff, but he was strong.\n\nJustin felt her paw on his body and let her explore as she wished.\n\nKali watched with an interested smirk as she allowed this new female to explore her mate’s body.\n\nMaureen smelled Justin's plumage and right away she was taken by his subtle musk, nowhere near as pungent as she used to smell around the hobs back home. She definitely liked his scent. She went a step further, lightly peppering the bird's chest in little kisses.\n\nJustin made a small noise, he liked the tingly sensation her kisses gave him.\n\nKali smiled as she watched this other female make her move on her husband. She'd always felt an attraction to the other hens of the village, but had never felt brave enough to pursue those feelings.\n\nMaureen traced Justin's lithe body as she kissed him, until her paw came over his shaft, sticking halfway out of his slit. She gasped when she felt it. She was worried she may have gone too far.\n\n\"Keep going.\"\n\nMaureen looked across to Kali, \"You're okay with this?\"\n\nKali's smile widened, \"Keep going.\n\nThis emboldened Maureen. She crawled backward until she was eye to eye with Justin's semi-erect birdhood.\n\nThe red tapered shaft was now sliding back out as its owner became more aroused at the prospects.\n\nMaureen gripped it in her right paw then with little hesitation, she licked it, from base to tip.\n\nJustin's reaction was immediate. He exhaled slowly through the nares on his beak as the mammal licked him with her warm tongue. His wife took him in her beak, but not often; beaks were not well made for oral pleasure.\n\nMaureen came up to his tip. She quickly realized it was not so simply narrow as she first thought. There was a head, bulbous, almost like that of a common mammal. She kissed the head, letting her tongue dance over it while she just took in the flavor.\n\nJustin petted the mustelid as she played more and more with his tip.\n\nKali held her mate and rubbed her beak against his as both watched the marten jill.\n\nMaureen began to purr a little when he petted her so. That little affection brought back how she'd felt with... she didn't want a memory to spoil the mood and she was already tasting precum, so she made her next move.\n\nShe climbed up on top of Justin. She straddled him, naked with her belly, three months swollen. She looked down at the handsome blue jay, then to his mate, Kali who kindly nodded for her to keep going. So Maureen dragged her moistening slit against the bird’s shaft. She already liked this, how his shaft tickled her clit as it grew between her spread labia.\n\nJustin took advantage of this moment. He reached up and held the jill’s plump breasts, marveled at the warm lactate that leaked over his hands when he squeezed them.\n\nKali took it a step further and latched herself directly to one of Maureen’s lactating teats. The jay hen trilled as the sweet mother’s milk collected on her narrow tongue.\n\nMaureen blushed brighter than she did the night she lost her virginity. She’d never had another female devote such attention to her, never knew it would tickle so much to be suckled. She marveled even more at how a bird who had never seen real breasts would instantly know how to suckle with her little black beak. These intuitive natives, she thought to herself.\n\nJustin was at full attention by now, close to bursting in fact.\n\nKali sensed her husband was about to blow, and so helped Maureen off from his lap.\n\nJustin chirped indignantly when everything seemed to suddenly stop, then he had to stop when he saw what his two ladies were up to.\n\nMaureen looked back at Justin, on all fours with her long tail pulled to the side by Kali.\n\nJustin got the message. The proud warrior crawled over until he'd mounted Maureen.\n\nKali, again, took it a step further. She held her husband's cock and she guided him into the purring jill.\n\nJustin gripped the marten jill's waist as tightly as he would his own wife, then he thrust in her, enjoying her intense warmth, how her body gripped him. She was tight, tighter than his wife, though he wouldn't admit that. He instead, let instinct guide him and he began to breed her, slapping her thick rear with his strong pelvis.\n\nKali, in the meantime, crawled around to Maureen’s front end. The jay hen spread her legs then guided the jill to taste of her pussy.\n\nNever had Maureen ever imagined that she’d be muzzle deep in another woman, but here she was, tongue eagerly lapping this bird’s womanhood.\n\nTheir newly formed threesome went on for most of that night, until each was too tired to continue.\n\nJustin lay between his females as the three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms.\n\nAnd their relationship was this way for the next following months as Maureen’s belly continued to grow and with it, her affection for the two birds who took her in.\n\nAs the time passed, Maureen would find herself eventually leaving the hut. She was embarrassed at first to be outside in just a loincloth and leggings, but she quickly learned it was normal for their females to walk without cover. Of course, their females didn't have any tits.\n\nThe most she saw was loincloths for the kids, pants for the males, and the occasional shawl to cover a female when it was cold. But then, the birds were never truly naked. Most of them wore armbands to denote the tribe they come from. They wore pads on their arms and legs to protect them from the brush when they went foraging and moccasins to protect their feet.\n\nTo the birds, she was a strange individual herself. Besides the whole having breasts thing, she was taller than most of the people here who on average stood between 5'1 and 5'6, herself standing at 5'8. Only the predatory birds, like the chief, a great eagle, were bigger. Her fur was much softer than the down of their chicks and she was the only pure carnivore living in the whole village. Some remarked she ate almost as much meat as the chief.\n\nOld Chief Gregor himself grew to tolerate her presence the more he saw her everyday. He couldn’t quite put his claw on it, but there was something (two big somethings) about this mammal that made her so attractive. Many men of the village seemed to agree and this resulted in many getting slapped up the back of their heads for staring too long. The chief eventually had to make up a new rule, to save the marriages of the battered husbands of the village; Maureen had to cover her breasts up from now on, whenever she went out.\n\nMaureen didn’t mind this, though she’d grown to like having the male birds gawk at her, covering herself in a special cloth, one made for her by Kali, brought a little familiarity to her new life.\n\nShe would be naked every time she came home anyway, naked in the arms of her new family, Kali and Justin.\n\nIn the weeks that passed, Kali found herself with egg by her husband. So now she was in the same boat with her new sister.\n\nJustin, now a proud father to be, was overjoyed when he first heard.\n\nBut, the joy wouldn’t last long...\n\n...\n\nA month had passed, Kali had laid her egg and now would have to incubate it for the next couple months. Baby birds didn’t take as long to gestate as mammals, after all. With luck, perhaps their babies would share a birthday.\n\nMeanwhile, Justin had attended a meeting with the village elders.\n\nThe jay warrior sat beside his friend and trusted companion, Orion.\n\nThe cardinal always seemed to worry more than his friend, this time his worries would be correct, unfortunately.\n\nA scout who had been to the neighboring tribes spoke to the elders, “The wolves who live north of us, they invited me and my c-comrade to stay with them as a show of good will, but when I woke the next morning... Keenan was dead. Someone had slashed his throat, it must’ve been the son of their chief. He spoke his distaste of having ‘prey treated as equals’ during the feast.” The magpie clinched his beak as he thought of that treacherous wolf who had his friend slain.\n\nThe chief’s son, a mighty eagle born with brains and brawn, stood up, “They invite our tribesman, then they murder him in his sleep like cowards. An act of war if I’ve ever heard one, Father.”\n\nOld Gregor was not so quick to judge, “This unfortunate thing, it is only the act of a few wolves, not of the whole tribe. We’ve always been at peace with our wolf brothers. I see no reason to jump into a war over the death of one scout. War is the last thing anyone wants, and there is never a good reason.”\n\nNestor did not share his father’s sentiment, “A coward fool enough to slay a scout is perhaps bold enough to steal power himself.”\n\nThe chief remained adamant, “I will not have a war over one death. I will not tear families apart for a senseless battle. And Nestor, my son, don’t think I don’t see the same boldness you speak of in your eyes.”\n\nThe young eagle clinched his fists, “I only speak for the good of our tribe. I care as much for them and their needs as you, this is why we should at least send some warriors to speak with the wolves, hear their side of the story. You’re right, this could just be the actions of a few, but few can become many. We’ll have to see where this son of their chief stands.”\n\nThe chief couldn’t argue that logic. He sighed, “Then we’ll send some soldiers to investigate, but not to fight. We don’t want ill will with the wolves. Of course, Nestor,” he put a scaly paw on his son’s shoulder, “you will lead, you may choose two others to go with you, but remember, this is only an investigation, not a battle.”\n\nNestor nodded, “Yes, Father.”\n\n...\n\nNestor had chosen two, both his closest and most trusted allies. One was another eagle, his cousin, Vera. She was as fierce and strong as she was desirable.\n\nThe other was a vulture named Feroz. Vultures were rarely ever seen as honorable warriors, he fought hard to battle stereotypes and prove himself just as worthy as his eagle companion.\n\nThey set out for the northern wolf tribe, a trek that would take them weeks to complete.\n\n...\n\nWeeks passed with them gone.\n\nLife seemed to go on as normal until one day, the day they returned.\n\nThe three of them were badly injured.\n\nFeroz’s throat had been slashed, Vera had lost her right hand but Nestor’s injuries were most grave. He’d been stabbed through the gut, his left leg had a deep gash in it, but worst of all, his right eye had been totally gouged.\n\nThe chief came to them as Tilo, the village’s medicine bird worked hard to clean and seal their wounds. Gregor felt ill to see his only son mutilated, “Was it the wolves?”\n\nNestor nodded in agony, “Those bastards have broken our peace! We barely stepped foot in their territories and we were ambushed! We fought our way out, it’s a miracle but you see what your trust in those cowards has done.”\n\nThe chief slammed the medicine bird’s desk in anger, spilling some of the sparrow’s homegrown remedies. The eagle glared at no one in particular, “We shared clothing and crops with these wolves, they gave us their meat and their metals in return, we’ve done this for ages and now... This is how they repay our goodwill!”\n\nWord spread quickly through the village. War with their former allies, the wolves, was upon them. The furious chief rallied as many young warriors as he could for a bloody battle to kill their traitorous enemies.\n\nJustin and Orion were among the many chosen, whether they wished it or not.\n\nJustin lay with his females, shellshocked that he would go to war, something no sane bird ever looked forward to.\n\nKali and Maureen both shed their tears and expressed their worries.\n\nNo one went to bed happy that night.\n\nThe following morning, Kali and Maureen stood with Justin, each giving him warm hugs and kisses goodbye.\n\nOrion was there as well with his own wife who seemed even more reluctant to let him go.\n\nThe female cardinal rubbed her beak against his, “You come back, you had better.”\n\nThe worrisome warrior calmed his trembling heart, “I will return, nothing can keep me away from you.”\n\nCaryn kissed him, “It’s not only me.” She took his hands and guided them to her belly.\n\nOrion gulped, “Caryn...”\n\n“Come back to us, my love.” She smiled sadly before kissing him one last time.\n\nThen the husbands left.\n\nKali and Maureen held Caryn as she wept for her mate.\n\nKali preened her friend as she would have her own mate. It seemed to calm the cardinal’s worries. She pecked Caryn’s cheek, “You may stay with us, if you wish.”\n\nCaryn sniffed and leaned into the embrace of fellow future mothers. “Thank you...” She whispered.\n\n...\n\nIn the chief’s tent, Nestor lay in bed, too injured to join his father. He groaned in pain as he tried to sit up. He failed miserably then fell back.\n\nThe flap separating his room from the rest of the hut was pushed open.\n\nHis companions, Vera and Feroz came in. Both discarded their clothing before climbing in with the eagle.\n\nVera straddled her cousin and ground her bare slit against his own, provoking his malehood to grow for her.\n\nFeroz watched eagerly as the predatory birds let instinct take them from there.\n\nNestor grinned as he watched his beautiful cousin. He explored her with his one working eye. It fell upon the stump that used to be her right hand. “Soon, everything we lost will have been worth it.” He whispered so only the two here with him could hear.\n\nVera kissed her cousin, “I’ve forfeited a paw and Feroz his voice, all for you, my love.”\n\nNestor toppled his cousin and put her on her back, ignoring the pain he felt as he positioned himself to take her as his mate.\n\nVera’s heart fluttered at seeing her big strong cousin about to mark her permanently as his. “What do you ask of me now, my chief.”\n\nNestor thrust inside her with great force. “Marry me and bear me sons...” He hissed in her ear before he began breeding his legacy into her.\n\nFeroz stroked himself as he watched them breed, as memories of that night rushed back. He chuckled evilly as he remembered cutting his own throat, just so. It robbed his voice from him, but he’d do anything for his future chief, just as Vera severed her paw, just as Nestor gored his own right eye. But before even that, shooting that wolf chieftain’s son in the back with arrows, leaving a calling card to lead them back to the tribe.\n\nThe wolf tribe and bird tribe would meet in the middle and the three clever birds who’d orchestrated it will come out on top.\n\nAnd somewhere outside the village lay the magpie scout, who Nestor had paid to murder his own traveling companion.\n\nThe magpie lay in a pool of his own blood, his payment stuffed down his throat.\n\nFeroz was brought back to the present by the lusty groans of Nestor releasing his legacy inside his cousin. The vulture climaxed into his own palm as the breeding smells reached his nostrils.\n\nIf he could still speak, Feroz would have but one word to say: Perfect!", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "A New Family


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A twig broke underpaw as the woman stumbled through the cold winter woods.  She was hungry, cold, and the precious cargo she carried in her belly was becoming restless.  She fell at a stream.  She drank desperately of the water, before she stopped to see herself reflected in the moonlight.  She was a pine marten, a lovely caramel and honey brown-furred female of her species, but she was starving.  Her clothes barely clung to her waning body.  She needed to feed her baby, her unborn cub.  Her ears barely registered the crunching snow behind her.

Before she could turn, a winter-worn paw grabbed the marten jill by the hem of her tunic and lifted her.  The jill screamed in the face of a fierce wolverine male who had her by her baggy shirt.

The large mustelid looked upon this soft female and his intentions for her became clear, “I thought I smelt intruderz in mai territory.  If you were another wolverine, I woulda ripped your guts out...” He sniffed her, “Now... I smell a fun time for Jeryl.” He grinned evilly as he felt up the pregnant female.  He felt the kicking kit in her belly, “Ah... Some other fella’s got ta ya... No matter, I'll fix that soon.”

And now with her child on the line, the jill fought futilely against the male, “Let me go!”

He angered quickly; he slammed her against a tree, “Don’t piss me off, missy... Or I’ll rip yer teeth out and stick my whole log down yer whore mouth.”

The jill had a concussion already from him slamming her; she knew she couldn’t survive this male’s full fury, but she was given teeth for a reason.  She bit hard on the hand that held her and tore a sizable chunk from the male’s palm.

He cursed loudly while she broke off.  “You! Yer fuckin’ bitch! Bite me!?”

The jill ran from him, not caring where she wound up, as long as she got away.  Alas, she slipped trying to cross the stream she had drunk from before.

The wolverine was on her in a flash.  He backhanded the jill, made her nose bleed and her brain rattle. “I was gonna be nice an’ let ya be my little slut... But if you’re gonna be bitin’, I’ll just take a little somethin’ from ya.” He winced as he pulled his dagger from its sheath with his bitten paw.  He pressed the blade to her belly, about to murder her unborn baby.

She sobbed, “No!”

He stopped suddenly when he felt something stab in his chest. “What?” He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.

The jill looked on in horror as a second, third, then fourth arrow soon protruded from his corpulent body.

He gripped the hard, wooden shafts that now stuck out of him, felt the barbed arrowheads tearing at his flesh, lacerating his insides.  He looked up and saw a bird in the tree above him.

The tribal bird stared down the large predator before she let another arrow fly.

The wolverine croaked his last as that final shaft pierced his windpipe.  He fell back onto the snow-covered forest floor.

The jill looked at the dying wolverine as he struggled to breath.

The bird climbed down from her perch.

She was a blue jay, 5 feet tall and thin.  She wore little clothing, despite the blistering cold surrounding her.  A loincloth, moccasins, and armbands were all that she wore.

The marten jill watched from where she lay as the lithe avian female stood over the big carnivore.

The blue jay narrowed her eyes.  She could still see the faintest breath leaving him.  She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart.

There was a hitch in his breath, and then no more.

Now she was sure.

The blue jay stood and turned to see the female she’d just saved.

The jill shivered under the bird’s gaze.

The jay turned back to the dead wolverine.  She began to pick her arrows from his body.  They were still good, she could use them again.  When that was finished, she stood again and walked over to the jill.

The female had passed out by then, worn out from the chase and from the hunger.

...

The marten jill felt warmth when she woke up.  Her dark brown eyes opened slowly before her nose told her she wasn’t alone where she slept.  She looked to her sides and at one side there was that blue jay female.

She lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emitting from her black beak.  She was quite pretty, now that the jill had a closer look.  Blue was her favorite color, and this bird was covered in it.

To her other side, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, more muscular, though not by much but clearly, he was male.  He was quite handsome in his own right as well.  Aside from this, he looked much like his mate who lay parallel from him with the pine marten in between.

The jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both birds were naked.  Neither wore a single article, though with careful inspection, she could see that both male and female bore a pair of puffy lips, like what she had between her own legs.  The male’s slit had a slight bulge, she didn’t need to guess what was underneath; she figured he was like a lizard, somehow.

The jill only realized she herself lay naked between this strange pair of birds.  Her breasts were exposed, her pregnant belly, her womanhood, all out for the world to see, but she didn’t feel repulsed by this...  Somehow, she felt safe here with these birds.  The jill startled when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder.  She turned and the female was looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers.  “Sleep.” She spoke.

The jill was surprised to hear her language, “You speak...”

The jay shushed her, “Sleep.”

The jill saw the blue and black bird’s kind blue eyes staring back at her and knew she couldn’t refuse, but there were so many questions; “What’s your name?”

The jay petted the marten, “Kali.  I am Kali.”

The marten smiled, “Kali... I’m Maureen.”

Kali felt the soft fur of the young mother she petted, “Maureen, sleep.”

And Maureen did as she was told.

...

Maureen woke up next to the soft squawking of her saviors, very suggestive sounding squawks at that.

The jay female had tried to stifle herself as she mated with her husband, but she failed gloriously.

Maureen blushed to see her hosts mid coitus, the unnamed male on his back while Kali rode his shaft.

The jay male squawked quietly as he released inside his mate.

Kali felt his warmth fill her womb and she touched beaks with him, “My love...”  then, as she slowly dismounted her mate, she looked at her guest.  “Sorry to wake you.”  She smirked, she was clearly not ashamed to be seen by her house guest.

Maureen only gulped then turned, trying to put what she just saw in the back of her mind.

...

Morning came and Maureen was again greeted to the lewd sight of Kali being bred, this time on all fours.

Kali smiled at Maureen, “There is food, eat.” She pointed to a plate of some fish that she’d cooked before her incorrigible mate mounted her.

The marten blushed at their open display before a guest.  She took the fish and ate while she watched the pair.  It was good fish.

Kali and her mate peaked at the same time.

He withdrew quickly so there was little mess from their union.  He scrubbed his feathers around his slit whilst his wife put her loincloth on to make herself more decent for their blushing guest.

Kali quickly returned to her cooking duties and grilled up two more fishes for herself and her husband.

The three ate in peace for the next minute or so before Maureen spoke, “You two are very much in love I see.”

Kali laughed, “What gave it away?"  There was that cute smirk again, before she leaned in closer, "And does our display trouble you?”

Maureen blushed and shook her head, “Oh no... You should feel free to express your love for each other, I’ve just never seen anyone so open as you two.  Most people I know would be more private.”

Kali giggled, “But we are private, there is no one in here but the three of us.”

Her mate finished eating his breakfast then began to clean himself of any mess, from eating or mating.

Maureen smiled, “How long have you been together?”

Kali looked at her husband as he washed himself, “Truthfully?  Our whole lives.  He was my closest friend when we were young, we played together, got yelled at together.” She laughed at that last part, “Then one day we both decided we wanted to be more than friends and the medicine bird, he joined us under our goddess, Rhia.”

Her mate finished dressing himself as Kali finished her story.  He gathered his wife in his strong winged arms then he touched his beak to hers, “I’m off.”

Kali rubbed beaks with her love, "Be back soon, Justin."

Just then, the flap to their tent flung open and another bird, this one a cardinal, stuck his head inside.  “Justin!  The council is wondering where you are!”

Justin let go of his wife to greet his companion, “Orion, I’m leaving right now.”

The cardinal looked to Kali then Justin, “Well hurry, scouts have arrived with news from the neighboring tribes.”  He chanced a glance to their current guest, the strange female the rest of the tribe had been chirping about.  He looked back at Justin as the blue jay stepped out, “Come on!  You know the chief hates waiting.”

Justin clapped his friend on the back, “I’m coming, relax!”

The two males left, leaving the females.

Kali looked upon Maureen’s belly, “How far are you?”

Maureen held her belly, “Just a few months.”

The jay smiled, “Where is the father?”

The marten’s mood shifted, “He... He’s with God.”

Kali understood, “Sick?  Or in battle?”

Maureen sniffed, “He was murdered.”

The jay leaned closer, “By bandits?”

She shook her head then laid down, indicating she didn’t want to say more.

Kali frowned but did not push on.  Instead, she lay with the pine marten and held her close.

...

It was past noon when Justin finally returned.  He smirked at the sight of his wife asleep with her arms around the marten.

He undressed then carefully straddled both females.  He leaned forward and smelled Maureen’s scent.  She had a very pleasant scent.  Her breasts were a fine sight for the male, especially one who lived in a village where the females had no need for such things.

He looked across to his wife.  She was as beautiful as ever.  He preened his mate and his soft touch caused her to stir.

Kali smiled upon seeing her mate, “Hello...”

Justin pecked his mate as he lowered himself on top of her, “I appear to have a second wife now.” He joked as he referred to Maureen.

Kali giggled, “It looks that way.”

Justin laid down between the females, holding his wife closest.

“What did the council have to say, Justin?” She asked him as she nuzzled her small black beak into his plumage.

He sighed, “It was about our guest.  They’re not happy that you’ve brought an outsider to our village, especially one like... Maureen is it?”

Kali cracked the vertebrae in her neck, “She was about to be slaughtered like prey by that wolverine, I had to save her.”

Justin pecked his wife lovingly, “I would have done the same if it were me in your place.  I’m sworn to protect our village, but I can’t ignore a female in peril.”

Kali smiled as she rubbed his cheek, “My brave warrior.” She smirked then when she felt something poking her, “Your blade is poking me...”

Justin grinned, “Then I must sheathe it.”

...

Later that night, Maureen was again disturbed from sleep by the lewd smells of her avian hosts making love.

The pine marten blushed as she watched Justin flex as the strong bird bred with his wife.  Her bare womanhood tingled to see how Kali gasped and twisted her body to match her husband’s prowess.

The birds must have known they had an audience; they were practically performing for their guest, moaning and chirping together.

Maureen felt tempted to help herself, but she did not want to disturb her hosts.

The pair finished and Justin rolled flat on his back afterward, placing himself again between his mate and their guest.

Maureen blushed again to see him so close so soon after mating with his wife.  Looking downward, she could see his flaccid shaft.  She tried not to stare but she was mesmerized by it.  It looked like a feral dog's shaft, narrow at the tip, gradually thicker towards the base, but no knot, just shaft.

Kali saw that their guest had taken an interest in her husband's tool.  She didn't say anything though, she waited to see what the jill would do.

Maureen, ultimately, couldn’t help herself.  She put her paw on the exhausted male’s chest as he recouped energy for another round.  She sighed as her fingers sank into his soft plumage then she felt his muscles beneath.  He wasn't buff, but he was strong.

Justin felt her paw on his body and let her explore as she wished.

Kali watched with an interested smirk as she allowed this new female to explore her mate’s body.

Maureen smelled Justin's plumage and right away she was taken by his subtle musk, nowhere near as pungent as she used to smell around the hobs back home.  She definitely liked his scent.  She went a step further, lightly peppering the bird's chest in little kisses.

Justin made a small noise, he liked the tingly sensation her kisses gave him.

Kali smiled as she watched this other female make her move on her husband.  She'd always felt an attraction to the other hens of the village, but had never felt brave enough to pursue those feelings.

Maureen traced Justin's lithe body as she kissed him, until her paw came over his shaft, sticking halfway out of his slit.  She gasped when she felt it.  She was worried she may have gone too far.

"Keep going."

Maureen looked across to Kali, "You're okay with this?"

Kali's smile widened, "Keep going.

This emboldened Maureen.  She crawled backward until she was eye to eye with Justin's semi-erect birdhood.

The red tapered shaft was now sliding back out as its owner became more aroused at the prospects.

Maureen gripped it in her right paw then with little hesitation, she licked it, from base to tip.

Justin's reaction was immediate.  He exhaled slowly through the nares on his beak as the mammal licked him with her warm tongue.  His wife took him in her beak, but not often; beaks were not well made for oral pleasure.

Maureen came up to his tip.  She quickly realized it was not so simply narrow as she first thought.  There was a head, bulbous, almost like that of a common mammal.  She kissed the head, letting her tongue dance over it while she just took in the flavor.

Justin petted the mustelid as she played more and more with his tip.

Kali held her mate and rubbed her beak against his as both watched the marten jill.

Maureen began to purr a little when he petted her so.  That little affection brought back how she'd felt with...  she didn't want a memory to spoil the mood and she was already tasting precum, so she made her next move.

She climbed up on top of Justin.  She straddled him, naked with her belly, three months swollen.  She looked down at the handsome blue jay, then to his mate, Kali who kindly nodded for her to keep going.  So Maureen dragged her moistening slit against the bird’s shaft.  She already liked this, how his shaft tickled her clit as it grew between her spread labia.

Justin took advantage of this moment.  He reached up and held the jill’s plump breasts, marveled at the warm lactate that leaked over his hands when he squeezed them.

Kali took it a step further and latched herself directly to one of Maureen’s lactating teats.  The jay hen trilled as the sweet mother’s milk collected on her narrow tongue.

Maureen blushed brighter than she did the night she lost her virginity.  She’d never had another female devote such attention to her, never knew it would tickle so much to be suckled.  She marveled even more at how a bird who had never seen real breasts would instantly know how to suckle with her little black beak.  These intuitive natives, she thought to herself.

Justin was at full attention by now, close to bursting in fact.

Kali sensed her husband was about to blow, and so helped Maureen off from his lap.

Justin chirped indignantly when everything seemed to suddenly stop, then he had to stop when he saw what his two ladies were up to.

Maureen looked back at Justin, on all fours with her long tail pulled to the side by Kali.

Justin got the message.  The proud warrior crawled over until he'd mounted Maureen.

Kali, again, took it a step further.  She held her husband's cock and she guided him into the purring jill.

Justin gripped the marten jill's waist as tightly as he would his own wife, then he thrust in her, enjoying her intense warmth, how her body gripped him.  She was tight, tighter than his wife, though he wouldn't admit that.  He instead, let instinct guide him and he began to breed her, slapping her thick rear with his strong pelvis.

Kali, in the meantime, crawled around to Maureen’s front end.  The jay hen spread her legs then guided the jill to taste of her pussy.

Never had Maureen ever imagined that she’d be muzzle deep in another woman, but here she was, tongue eagerly lapping this bird’s womanhood.

Their newly formed threesome went on for most of that night, until each was too tired to continue.

Justin lay between his females as the three of them fell asleep in each other’s arms.

And their relationship was this way for the next following months as Maureen’s belly continued to grow and with it, her affection for the two birds who took her in.

As the time passed, Maureen would find herself eventually leaving the hut.  She was embarrassed at first to be outside in just a loincloth and leggings, but she quickly learned it was normal for their females to walk without cover.  Of course, their females didn't have any tits.

The most she saw was loincloths for the kids, pants for the males, and the occasional shawl to cover a female when it was cold.  But then, the birds were never truly naked.  Most of them wore armbands to denote the tribe they come from.  They wore pads on their arms and legs to protect them from the brush when they went foraging and moccasins to protect their feet.

To the birds, she was a strange individual herself.  Besides the whole having breasts thing, she was taller than most of the people here who on average stood between 5'1 and 5'6, herself standing at 5'8.  Only the predatory birds, like the chief, a great eagle, were bigger.  Her fur was much softer than the down of their chicks and she was the only pure carnivore living in the whole village.  Some remarked she ate almost as much meat as the chief.

Old Chief Gregor himself grew to tolerate her presence the more he saw her everyday.  He couldn’t quite put his claw on it, but there was something (two big somethings) about this mammal that made her so attractive.  Many men of the village seemed to agree and this resulted in many getting slapped up the back of their heads for staring too long.  The chief eventually had to make up a new rule, to save the marriages of the battered husbands of the village; Maureen had to cover her breasts up from now on, whenever she went out.

Maureen didn’t mind this, though she’d grown to like having the male birds gawk at her, covering herself in a special cloth, one made for her by Kali, brought a little familiarity to her new life.

She would be naked every time she came home anyway, naked in the arms of her new family, Kali and Justin.

In the weeks that passed, Kali found herself with egg by her husband.  So now she was in the same boat with her new sister.

Justin, now a proud father to be, was overjoyed when he first heard.

But, the joy wouldn’t last long...

...

A month had passed, Kali had laid her egg and now would have to incubate it for the next couple months.  Baby birds didn’t take as long to gestate as mammals, after all.  With luck, perhaps their babies would share a birthday.

Meanwhile, Justin had attended a meeting with the village elders.

The jay warrior sat beside his friend and trusted companion, Orion.

The cardinal always seemed to worry more than his friend, this time his worries would be correct, unfortunately.

A scout who had been to the neighboring tribes spoke to the elders, “The wolves who live north of us, they invited me and my c-comrade to stay with them as a show of good will, but when I woke the next morning... Keenan was dead.  Someone had slashed his throat, it must’ve been the son of their chief.  He spoke his distaste of having ‘prey treated as equals’ during the feast.” The magpie clinched his beak as he thought of that treacherous wolf who had his friend slain.

The chief’s son, a mighty eagle born with brains and brawn, stood up, “They invite our tribesman, then they murder him in his sleep like cowards.  An act of war if I’ve ever heard one, Father.”

Old Gregor was not so quick to judge, “This unfortunate thing, it is only the act of a few wolves, not of the whole tribe.  We’ve always been at peace with our wolf brothers.  I see no reason to jump into a war over the death of one scout.  War is the last thing anyone wants, and there is never a good reason.”

Nestor did not share his father’s sentiment, “A coward fool enough to slay a scout is perhaps bold enough to steal power himself.”

The chief remained adamant, “I will not have a war over one death.  I will not tear families apart for a senseless battle.  And Nestor, my son, don’t think I don’t see the same boldness you speak of in your eyes.”

The young eagle clinched his fists, “I only speak for the good of our tribe.  I care as much for them and their needs as you, this is why we should at least send some warriors to speak with the wolves, hear their side of the story.  You’re right, this could just be the actions of a few, but few can become many.  We’ll have to see where this son of their chief stands.”

The chief couldn’t argue that logic.  He sighed, “Then we’ll send some soldiers to investigate, but not to fight.  We don’t want ill will with the wolves.  Of course, Nestor,” he put a scaly paw on his son’s shoulder, “you will lead, you may choose two others to go with you, but remember, this is only an investigation, not a battle.”

Nestor nodded, “Yes, Father.”

...

Nestor had chosen two, both his closest and most trusted allies.  One was another eagle, his cousin, Vera.  She was as fierce and strong as she was desirable.

The other was a vulture named Feroz.  Vultures were rarely ever seen as honorable warriors, he fought hard to battle stereotypes and prove himself just as worthy as his eagle companion.

They set out for the northern wolf tribe, a trek that would take them weeks to complete.

...

Weeks passed with them gone.

Life seemed to go on as normal until one day, the day they returned.

The three of them were badly injured.

Feroz’s throat had been slashed, Vera had lost her right hand but Nestor’s injuries were most grave.  He’d been stabbed through the gut, his left leg had a deep gash in it, but worst of all, his right eye had been totally gouged.

The chief came to them as Tilo, the village’s medicine bird worked hard to clean and seal their wounds.  Gregor felt ill to see his only son mutilated, “Was it the wolves?”

Nestor nodded in agony, “Those bastards have broken our peace!  We barely stepped foot in their territories and we were ambushed!  We fought our way out, it’s a miracle but you see what your trust in those cowards has done.”

The chief slammed the medicine bird’s desk in anger, spilling some of the sparrow’s homegrown remedies.  The eagle glared at no one in particular, “We shared clothing and crops with these wolves, they gave us their meat and their metals in return, we’ve done this for ages and now... This is how they repay our goodwill!”

Word spread quickly through the village.  War with their former allies, the wolves, was upon them.  The furious chief rallied as many young warriors as he could for a bloody battle to kill their traitorous enemies.

Justin and Orion were among the many chosen, whether they wished it or not.

Justin lay with his females, shellshocked that he would go to war, something no sane bird ever looked forward to.

Kali and Maureen both shed their tears and expressed their worries.

No one went to bed happy that night.

The following morning, Kali and Maureen stood with Justin, each giving him warm hugs and kisses goodbye.

Orion was there as well with his own wife who seemed even more reluctant to let him go.

The female cardinal rubbed her beak against his, “You come back, you had better.”

The worrisome warrior calmed his trembling heart, “I will return, nothing can keep me away from you.”

Caryn kissed him, “It’s not only me.” She took his hands and guided them to her belly.

Orion gulped, “Caryn...”

“Come back to us, my love.”  She smiled sadly before kissing him one last time.

Then the husbands left.

Kali and Maureen held Caryn as she wept for her mate.

Kali preened her friend as she would have her own mate.  It seemed to calm the cardinal’s worries.  She pecked Caryn’s cheek, “You may stay with us, if you wish.”

Caryn sniffed and leaned into the embrace of fellow future mothers. “Thank you...” She whispered.

...

In the chief’s tent, Nestor lay in bed, too injured to join his father.  He groaned in pain as he tried to sit up.  He failed miserably then fell back.

The flap separating his room from the rest of the hut was pushed open.

His companions, Vera and Feroz came in.  Both discarded their clothing before climbing in with the eagle.

Vera straddled her cousin and ground her bare slit against his own, provoking his malehood to grow for her.

Feroz watched eagerly as the predatory birds let instinct take them from there.

Nestor grinned as he watched his beautiful cousin.  He explored her with his one working eye.  It fell upon the stump that used to be her right hand.  “Soon, everything we lost will have been worth it.”  He whispered so only the two here with him could hear.

Vera kissed her cousin, “I’ve forfeited a paw and Feroz his voice, all for you, my love.”

Nestor toppled his cousin and put her on her back, ignoring the pain he felt as he positioned himself to take her as his mate.

Vera’s heart fluttered at seeing her big strong cousin about to mark her permanently as his.  “What do you ask of me now, my chief.”

Nestor thrust inside her with great force. “Marry me and bear me sons...” He hissed in her ear before he began breeding his legacy into her.

Feroz stroked himself as he watched them breed, as memories of that night rushed back.  He chuckled evilly as he remembered cutting his own throat, just so.  It robbed his voice from him, but he’d do anything for his future chief, just as Vera severed her paw, just as Nestor gored his own right eye.  But before even that, shooting that wolf chieftain’s son in the back with arrows, leaving a calling card to lead them back to the tribe.

The wolf tribe and bird tribe would meet in the middle and the three clever birds who’d orchestrated it will come out on top.

And somewhere outside the village lay the magpie scout, who Nestor had paid to murder his own traveling companion.

The magpie lay in a pool of his own blood, his payment stuffed down his throat.

Feroz was brought back to the present by the lusty groans of Nestor releasing his legacy inside his cousin.  The vulture climaxed into his own palm as the breeding smells reached his nostrils.

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