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Meanwhile, the traitorous son of the chief, Nestor, is to be named new chief in the absence of his father.

This and more awaits inside.

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Sometimes I just can't help myself...

I love writing frot into my stories; there is just something immensely more intimate about the act.

Either way, I hope you all enjoy!", "writing": "Sharing Heat\n\n\nSnap!\n\nThe arrow broke as the cardinal had desperately tried to remove it from his shoulder. To no avail, these wolf arrows were sturdy and dug deep. Why wouldn’t they be? The birds’ signature barbed arrowheads were a wolfen invention. They had been allies for so many years, and now they’d let that all be thrown away in the space of one bloody battle.\n\nOrion remarked how his red feathers made it hard to tell he was even bleeding, but he felt it. He had cuts, gashes... Blood in his eyes. He moaned balefully as he stumbled through the snow, tripping over fallen wolf and avian alike. His already struggling heart sunk as he came to the tragic sight of the two chiefs, permanently locked together in death, a spear in the wolf’s gut, a sword through the eagle’s heart. Neither fell, they clung together in an eternal embrace.\n\nThen Orion saw his friend.\n\nThe blue jay coughed blood as he too stumbled over the corpses of birds he grew up with. He saw Orion through the cloudy haze of disorientation and allowed himself a single sad smile. Justin fell into Orion’s open arms and the two males embraced each other desperately to share body heat.\n\nJustin only stirred as he felt wet tears on his cheek. “Don-don’t cry, Orion. We’re both alive.”\n\nOrion clutched his dearest friend closer, “But for how long?”\n\n...\n\n“Orion!” Caryn cried out as she awoke from another nightmare. The cardinal female sobbed hysterically as she realized her husband was still away.\n\nKali embraced her friend tightly, “Caryn, calm yourself. It was only a dream.”\n\nCaryn shook her head, “My Orion, he’s gone... He’s dead, I can just feel it.”\n\nThe jay bird rubbed her friend’s shoulders desperately, “No, no. You can’t think that way. My husband is gone too and if Orion died, then that means he died too. Justin loves Orion as much as you and will always protect him for you, you know that. We must believe that our husbands are alive and they’re on their way home right now! Please believe? For me, Caryn?” She sniffed as tears came to her eyes.\n\nCaryn calmed down somewhat, “I believe. Thank you, Kali.”\n\nMaureen laid beside her friends. The pine marten cried silent tears herself, she too missed Justin. It had been three weeks since the war tribe departed for the northern wolf pack. No word has been sent about what happened, no messenger, no letter. The marten jill rubbed her growing belly. Her baby felt about ready to come out. She looked to her side and there sat the eggs of her friends.\n\nShe prayed both to the avian goddess, Rhia and to her own Christian god that the husbands would return so they could see their chicks hatch.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, in the late chieftain’s hut, traitorous Nestor lay with his mate, his cousin, Vera following another of many lovemaking sessions they’d shared.\n\nVera let her mate preen her feathers as his seed warmed her belly.\n\nThe curtain to Nestor’s room swung open and Feroz stepped in.\n\nNestor held his mate as he addressed his companion, “What is it, Feroz?”\n\nThe vulture gestured for the eagle to follow then stepped out before his friend could react.\n\nNestor shook his head, “I’ll be right back, my dear.” He kissed her before getting up.\n\nFeroz waited outside.\n\nNestor approached, not decent in the least, “What was so important you’d drag me from my bride?”\n\nThe vulture gave a sly smile before presenting Nestor with a new chieftain’s headdress that he had made for the new village chief.\n\nNestor held it, amused at the hero worship bestowed on him by the muted scavenger. “Ah, Feroz, a fine crown for a king.”\n\nThe headdress had been crafted from the feathers of Nestor’s ancestors, twined and glued with sap from the biggest, oldest tree in the forest, then decorated with luxurious golden baubles and gems.\n\nThe eagle’s gratitude was soon overshadowed by a different emotion. He held the smiling vulture’s beak, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you hunger for your chief’s cock, dear friend.”\n\nThe vulture endured his friend’s cutting words. His eyes were always for Nestor, but Nestor had his own needs and the vulture remained a quiet onlooker from the outside.\n\nNestor could read the vulture’s expressions, “I’m right, aren’t I?”\n\nFeroz unashamedly nuzzled his chief’s broad chest; though the vulture was older than the eagle, he would be every bit the perfect lover if Nestor allowed it.\n\n“On your knees then, and pay respect to your chief, Feroz.” Nestor said, aroused already by the prospect of having another male submit.\n\nFeroz kneeled and began licking his master as the eagle’s shaft slid from his genital slit.\n\nVera, meanwhile, watched from the doorway as her mate took the beak of an older male. Her face remained unreadable as to what emotion she felt from watching their display.\n\n...\n\nJustin felt strange for the past few days. First, he was cold and in pain, now he was warm and near a soft, supple body, one which he eagerly ground against in his sleep. Images of his two lovely wives he left at home came into his horny bird brain and he furiously humped the being next to him.\n\nHis bedfellow turned in their sleep and held him. Justin felt a beak against his own, and felt no breast, so he assumed this was Kali. Half-awake by now, and fully erect at the prospect of breeding his wife, he climbed atop the slender bird and ground his shaft against his lover’s warm slit.\n\nBelow him, awake, bewildered and fully aroused, lay Orion. The cardinal had awakened the moment he felt his wounded friend press against him in such a husband way. The bird quickly realized his sleeping friend was about to mate him. Before he could wake Justin, the blue jay had already mounted his cardinal friend and Orion blushed as his friend’s erection sank inside his slit, the cardinal’s shaft clashing with his friend’s in the tight cock-sleeve.\n\nJustin was mating his wife in his mind, not even noticing the glaring detail of his cock grinding against another male’s identical organ.\n\nAnd Orion let it happen. The red bird didn’t know how he and his friend had wound up here in this warm bed, in this cottage, all bandaged up but his friend was here; his best friend he’d always wanted to know how he really felt but never had the courage, especially when Justin had begun courting Kali.\n\nBut now, they were here, his best friend, his comrade-in-arms was in his arms now, making love to him and he, somewhat selfishly, didn’t want this to stop. The red bird put his wings around his lover and preened Justin’s shoulder while the blue bird did the same. Their black beaks met in the middle and the wounded warriors kissed.\n\nHere was where Justin finally noticed something was amiss. The beak he was kissing was a lot shorter than the narrow black beak of his Kali. He then realized the appendage he’d been humping felt just like his own.\n\nOrion held his male lover ever more tightly, now blissfully ignorant to Justin’s waking. The cardinal gripped his friend’s firm buttocks then began to buck in time with the blue jay while their cocks ground together inside Orion’s slit.\n\nJustin shuddered and thrust hard against Orion as a climax drew near.\n\nBoth birds hit it together and Justin finally opened his eyes to see his friend in mid-orgasm.\n\nThe cardinal blushed both as his friend’s seed flooded his genital pouch and as he saw his best friend staring down at him.\n\nJustin gulped before he felt the stickiness leaking out around his length. He looked downward to see himself, buried to the hilt in his best friend’s slit. He looked at Orion, “Did we just...”\n\nOrion laughed nervously, “We did...” He touched beaks affectionately with his friend.\n\nBefore Justin could say more, cold wind blew inside this cottage as its front door swung open, forcing both birds to separate.\n\nA slender creature in heavy winter clothes stomped inside, followed by two more creatures of varying height and build.\n\nThe first one disrobed in front of the fireplace, warming her nude body with no shame in front of her two avian guests. She was an arctic vixen with the prettiest, sharpest blue eyes that reminded Justin of his wife. The rest of her naked body drew his poor, horny birdbrain. She had a perfect hourglass figure, perky tits, thick snowy white fur all over minus the black points on her ears, her paws and her tail. He thought she had a nice rear to admire as well.\n\nShe turned to warm her bare hindquarters over the fire and finally saw the pervy bird looking right at her. She giggled and winked, “Good morning, dirty birdy.”\n\nOrion showed more tact than his horny friend, but was no less aroused by her display himself.\n\nThe vixen’s two traveling companions disrobed as well, but not to her extreme. The tallest of the trio revealed himself to be a handsome brown weasel with a fine build for one who lived in these wintry woods. He had a playful predator’s smile that could melt a female’s heart; some males too, which was just fine for him. He stood beside his vixen friend as he warmed his bare chest, pretending not to notice her breasts within his field of view.\n\nThe brawniest of the trio lugged a heavy deer carcass into a small corner that served as kitchen and dining room for this cottage. She dropped it on a table then dressed down to prepare the animal for cooking. She was a mountain lion, with tawny fur, big yellow eyes with large black pupils, and big tits to go with her beautiful, brawny build. She wasn’t one of those overly muscular type of ladies that almost looked too mannish, but a perfect balance of muscle and looks.\n\nThe vixen redressed and went over to help the lion while the weasel walked over to their guests. The weasel sat on the bed with the two birds, “It looks like my medical training has paid off, I was about to start digging a couple o’ fresh graves for you pair.”\n\nJustin smiled at the weasel, “Thank you... So, you found us?”\n\nThe weasel chuckled, “Actually, it was Leona over there who found you.”\n\nThe lioness acknowledged her companion with a friendly nod as she peeled the pelt off her fresh kill.\n\n“She’s our huntress, though Eve and I are reasonably good ourselves. And I’m Carlyle. I’m not country folk like my companions, but I couldn’t imagine a life without these two.”\n\nThe vixen, Eve, feigned blushing, “Oh, Carl, you’re so sweet.” as she held a bucket for the deer’s entrails.\n\nLeona carefully removed all the choicest organs from the big buck.\n\nEve gagged when the lioness had to squeeze out the deer’s last meal into a separate bucket.\n\nThe lioness laughed, “Pretty foxy can’t stand a little bit of a bad smell.”\n\nThe vixen swallowed whatever was about to come back up and tried to combat the smell assaulting her nostrils.\n\nOrion got out of bed, completely forgetting about his nudity to help the gagging vixen, “I’ll take this for you.”\n\nEve gladly let him take the bucket, then ran outside to wash her paws in the snow.\n\nJustin stayed in bed to let Carlyle check his wounds.\n\nThe weasel was thorough and very talkative, “Are you birds fine with meat? We’re all carnivores in this house and we rarely have guests out here.”\n\nJustin grunted as Carl tightened the bandaging on his right arm, “We’re fine with meat, we eat our fair share of fish and small mammals around our village back home. Blue jays like myself and cardinals like my friend, we can eat anything as long as it tastes good.” He chuckled, unconsciously leaning into the weasel’s firm hands, “My wife makes a mean fish, I should show you when we get home.”\n\nCarlyle politely patted the affectionate bird on his cheek, “And I’ll look forward to eating fish in your home, but now its winter, the roads are snowed out and it would be too dangerous to try to go back.” He’d finished fixing the bandages on Justin’s back, then moved on to administering a thorough massage to ease the bird’s aching muscles, “You and your helpful friend are our welcome guests for the next weeks until the spring thaw, I’m afraid.”\n\nJustin sighed sadly, “We’re supposed to be home right now. Our wives are with egg, our chicks will hatch and we won’t be there to hold them.” He turned to the kind weasel, “My name is Justin, by the way, and the momma’s boy over there is Orion.”\n\nOrion stuck his beak up indignantly, “Oh, that one time I ran to Mom because you spilled my porridge!” he scoffed while helping Leona clean out the deer’s digestive tract. “Whew, and I thought rats stunk bad.”\n\nLeona laughed, “Everything is stinky when it dies, you’ll be stinky, I’ll be stinky, it’s just nature.”\n\nCarlyle finished his massage, “And we’re done, you can walk around now if you want, and you, Orion?”\n\nThe red bird looked up, his hands covered in the blood of the carcass, “Yes?”\n\nCarl beckoned him over, “I’ll need to look at you now.”\n\nJustin patted his friend’s shoulder, “Go on, I’ll be right here.” He took the cardinal’s place in helping Leona.\n\nCarl helped Orion back into bed so he could examine him. He saw Eve as she came back inside, “Eve, will you come help me with our guest?”\n\nThe vixen smiled dutifully, “Yes, Doctor.” She sauntered right over to a blushing Orion whose eyes were glued to her barely concealed bust.\n\nLeona laughed, “You birds act like you never see tits before.”\n\nJustin laughed with her, “Well, we’re birds. Our women don’t have tits like you females.” He boldly poked the lioness in the valley between her own pair.\n\nThe lioness purred, “Fresh!”\n\n...\n\nAbout an hour or two later, the deer had been butchered properly and then cooked.\n\nThe three carnivores and their avian guests sat together around the dinner table eating the deer which had been cooked in the fireplace in a cast-iron skillet. They had that with some potatoes, practically the only vegetable any self-respecting carnivore would admit to liking, and for dessert, Eve made bread pudding.\n\nJustin enjoyed everything, “Wow, Eve, could I steal you? I’ve never had anything that good before.”\n\nThe vixen smiled, “You don’t have to steal me, I’d come quietly.”\n\nCarlyle wrapped his tail around her waist in a seductive manner, “I’ve never known you to cum quietly, dear.” He leaned in and nibbled her soft neck.\n\nThe vixen held her breath as the debonair doctor pushed her buttons in ways only he knew. And the weasel shamelessly unbuttoned her tunic at the dinner table so he could nuzzle the vixen’s soft breasts.\n\nJustin and Orion both watched as the polite weasel and vixen they’d just met began such an intimate display, both mesmerized when Eve’s breasts came out and Carlyle, with a knowing wink to his captive audience, suckled from his mewling lover. Their attention was soon diverted by the pair of big paws that pulled them into the large breasts of Leona.\n\nThe lioness petted the birds as she held them against her bust, “The way I saw you two boys when we came in, I’d took you for a couple of fays.”\n\nThe two of them both looked at each other.\n\nJustin stammered, “Wh-what? Oh no, we-we are not…”\n\nOrion nodded in agreement, “We’re both happily married, to females.”\n\nLeona purred, “Oh? Well, ya sure fooled me, because I know I smelled birdy cum off the both of you before, and your ‘friend’ here was dripping all over our floor before.” She petted Orion.\n\nThe cardinal blushed ferociously, “Oh dear, I knew I shoulda cleaned up…”\n\nCarlyle spoke up, stripped of his clothing and with a furry white head bobbing in his lap, “I should have said something, but I’m, oooh, not a naughty kitty like Leona here…”\n\nJustin protested, “I didn’t even mean for that… I-I thought Orion was, was my wife and I…”\n\nOrion gulped, “And I shoulda stopped it before it even started but… you’re so damn irresistible, Justin.”\n\nLeona chuckled, \"Ah, someone's lettin' his true feelin's out.\"\n\nJustin ignored Leona's remark but he looked at his friend, \"You mean that, Orion?\"\n\nThe cardinal blushed but he nodded, \"I-I just never knew how to tell you... you and Kali were always so close, and of course, Caryn stole my heart. Justin... I don't expect things to change when we get back, but, what happened between us just now, was one of the best moments of my life.\" He looked his friend in the eyes while the couple across from them had stopped their activity, both enthralled by the drama as it unfolded.\n\nJustin blinked a couple of times before he exhaled then brushed a hand through his crest, \"Orion... I had no idea.\" He wracked his mind for the best words he could use now.\n\nOrion gulped, always nervous, as he waited to at least be put down. He knew his friend would at least give him that.\n\nJustin reached over and he touched his friend's face, \"Orion, thank you and... I'll admit, as shocking as it was to wake up as we did, it wasn't bad... I'd never even thought of other males in that way before but... if it's you, I'm okay with it.\"\n\nOrion felt a tear in his right eye, \"You mean that?\"\n\nCarlyle laughed at what had just occurred, \"D-rama!\" before his vixen girlfriend went back to her task of pleasuring him.\n\n...\n\nMiles away, back home, the eagle prince Nestor gave a mighty grunt as he flooded the asshole of his trusted friend, Feroz.\n\nThe vulture had fully submitted and let himself be used by the younger male how Nestor saw fit.\n\nVera, Nestor’s cousin and mate had objected at first, wanting to keep Nestor for herself, but then she became pregnant with his egg and she was more tolerant of her husband’s extramarital interests.\n\nShe sat by the bed, cradling her egg closely as she watched the two great raptors sharing their bodies. She turned away though when some older birds stormed into their hut.\n\nThe oldest of these birds cringed at the homosexual act he’d walked in on, “Prince Nestor!”\n\nThe eagle growled under his breath, “This had better be important, for you to interrupt me.”\n\nThe old sparrow furrowed his brow, “Important? For you, I would say this is the most precious news you could hope for, Chief.”\n\nNestor sat up while Feroz set about cleaning himself and his lord. “Chief?”\n\nThe sparrow nodded, “It was been weeks since your father left us to battle our former allies, the wolves. No word has come back, and it is too cold to send scouts. Three weeks have passed without your father, so we assume he has died and so, you must take his place as our new chief.”\n\nNestor had let the time get away from him, three weeks had already passed. He hid the glee he felt for achieving what he’d planned and replaced it with genuine surprise. He cleared his throat, “No man nor woman could replace my father, or the things he’d done for our tribe in his time with us. That being said,” He sat up proudly, cradling his egg carrying his own future heir, “I fully accept my new duties.”\n\nThe elders each nodded while the sparrow spoke, “Good! Now, clean up well and get dressed, we’ll need our new chief and his lovely queen,” he gestured to Vera “to look their very best when they present themselves.”\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, a very worried and very pregnant Maureen redressed herself after a check up from the medicine bird. The pine marten was getting closer and closer to her due date and yet, she was more worried than joyful. Weeks had passed with no word on what had happened to the war party that had stormed out a month before.\n\nJustin’s bride, Kali managed to smile often when in the company of friends, but she worried much for her husband. She sat up many nights with her egg, wondering what life as a mother will be like, without the father there to help.\n\nOrion’s wife, Caryn had been staying with Kali and Maureen since the husbands left. She held her egg as well, praying it hatches into a healthy chick, and that her Orion will be home to hold their baby in his arms.\n\nThe medicine bird was walking Maureen back to Kali’s hut when the two of them saw the commotion growing in the village square.\n\nKali and Caryn cuddled together, using their combined body heat to warm their eggs and enjoying each other’s company on top of it.\n\nCaryn lifted her neck to let a playful Kali preen her feathers. Thanks to Kali and Maureen, the cardinal had opened herself up a bit more to allow these lovely females to have her in ways not even Orion could imagine. She felt guilty at first to enjoy such feelings without him, but Kali always calmed her worries with a well-placed tongue or claw. Their closeness broke when Maureen came in, “Girls! Come out, the elders are crowning Nestor as the new chief!”\n\nKali gasped, “New chief? It’s already been that long?” And the normally calm blue jay realized this meant, with great certainty, her Justin will never come back. She cried, “My love, my friend...”\n\nCaryn put her head on her friend’s shoulder, “This doesn’t mean our husbands are dead, Sweet Feather.” She blushed using one of her husband’s names for herself with her best friend. “It may only mean they won’t be home to see their chicks hatch, but they will be here, we have to stay positive.”\n\nMaureen nodded, “Stay positive, like you’ve been this whole time, Kali.” She hugged the sobbing blue jay.\n\n...\n\nOutside, in the village square, Nestor stood before the villagers as the elder sparrow smeared the nude eagle’s body with traditional markings to denote his status as leader. A claw mark on his chest to show his bravery as a strong warrior, a sun symbol over the eagle’s groin to display his virility, finally the sparrow dabbed a feather in blood and smeared it over the eagle’s face, over the eyepatch that Feroz had made for Nestor.\n\nTilo, the medicine bird walked up to Nestor carrying the ceremonial headdress, fashioned from the feathers shed by the previous chief. With a nod from his father, the young shaman in training got on his knees before the mighty eagle.\n\nNestor suppressed the shiver he felt from the smaller male worshiping his malehood.\n\nThe village elder spoke clearly, “Now that you are officially crowned new village chieftain, Nestor, you must show the people now your virility and prowess. Now as your lovely bride is already begat by your seed, you must choose an unmarried female from our village folk; she shall be your bedwarmer for when your queen cannot attend to your needs.”\n\nNestor nodded while the young sparrow dutifully pleasured his new chief to prepare him for the act.\n\nVera didn’t seem very pleased with this outcome, though. She was fine sharing him with Feroz, but now another female in their hut?\n\nNestor ignored his mate’s glares. A smirk formed on his curved beak before he turned to the elder sparrow, \"Does my bedwarmer need to be a female?\"\n\nThe sparrow balked, then relented, \"Err, no, our chief may choose a male bedwarmer instead, if he so wishes...\"\n\nThe eagle smiled then as he turned to his dear friend, \"Feroz... come.\"\n\nThe vulture should not have been surprised, considering what he and the eagle had shared over the past month, yet, he still could not help the small blush which sat his old beak aglow. He stepped forth from the background, amid hushed whispers from the crowd. Despite his years of service, there were still those who distrusted vultures for the lowly scavengers they were perceived to be.\n\nNestor threw a generous arm around his old friend, \"I choose Feroz, here, to be my bedwarmer.\" He looked aside to his lovely queen.\n\nVera's frown never left her face. This was worse... now that vulture would be in their bedroom, everyday, and she'd hoped he would leave once Nestor had been crowned.\n\nThe old sparrow sighed, he would never understand the youth these days, but it was not his place to get in their way, \"Very well then...\" He turned to the crowd, \"My feathered brethren, we present to you, your new chief, Nestor Aquila!\"\n\nThe people all cheered their new chief, as he took his new bedwarmer's beak in hand then planted an especially passionate kiss on the vulture.\n\nFeroz trilled pleasantly as he proudly embraced his chief and accepted the eagle's tongue as it invaded his mouth.\n\nAnd Vera stood there, both angry and embarrassed... Nestor had never shown her such affection, not even as they worked on making their egg, the egg she now carried in her arms. Where there was jealously, the harsher weight of betrayal made itself known. She realized now, she was only a means to him... He did not love her, only wanted a son from her. Feroz... that filthy scavenger, he was who the eagle loved. She quickly left, her egg clutched tightly, before the people could see their queen begin to weep.\n\n...\n\nThe people later dispersed, as Nestor had taken Feroz back inside, so the vulture may continue to honor his beloved chief.\n\nOutside, the sparrow elder patted his son on his shoulder. The old bird gave a proud smile to him, \"My son the shaman, I've never been more proud.\"\n\nTilo nodded, \"Thank you, Dad.\" The shaman turned to return to his hut when Kali ran towards him. He sensed something was wrong, “Kali? What’s wrong?”\n\nThe blue jay had to catch her breath, “It’s Maureen... She’s having her baby!”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Sharing Heat


Snap!

The arrow broke as the cardinal had desperately tried to remove it from his shoulder.  To no avail, these wolf arrows were sturdy and dug deep.  Why wouldn’t they be?  The birds’ signature barbed arrowheads were a wolfen invention.  They had been allies for so many years, and now they’d let that all be thrown away in the space of one bloody battle.

Orion remarked how his red feathers made it hard to tell he was even bleeding, but he felt it.  He had cuts, gashes... Blood in his eyes.  He moaned balefully as he stumbled through the snow, tripping over fallen wolf and avian alike.  His already struggling heart sunk as he came to the tragic sight of the two chiefs, permanently locked together in death, a spear in the wolf’s gut, a sword through the eagle’s heart.  Neither fell, they clung together in an eternal embrace.

Then Orion saw his friend.

The blue jay coughed blood as he too stumbled over the corpses of birds he grew up with.  He saw Orion through the cloudy haze of disorientation and allowed himself a single sad smile.  Justin fell into Orion’s open arms and the two males embraced each other desperately to share body heat.

Justin only stirred as he felt wet tears on his cheek.  “Don-don’t cry, Orion.  We’re both alive.”

Orion clutched his dearest friend closer, “But for how long?”

...

“Orion!” Caryn cried out as she awoke from another nightmare.  The cardinal female sobbed hysterically as she realized her husband was still away.

Kali embraced her friend tightly, “Caryn, calm yourself.  It was only a dream.”

Caryn shook her head, “My Orion, he’s gone... He’s dead, I can just feel it.”

The jay bird rubbed her friend’s shoulders desperately, “No, no.  You can’t think that way.  My husband is gone too and if Orion died, then that means he died too.  Justin loves Orion as much as you and will always protect him for you, you know that.  We must believe that our husbands are alive and they’re on their way home right now!  Please believe?  For me, Caryn?”  She sniffed as tears came to her eyes.

Caryn calmed down somewhat, “I believe.  Thank you, Kali.”

Maureen laid beside her friends.  The pine marten cried silent tears herself, she too missed Justin.  It had been three weeks since the war tribe departed for the northern wolf pack.  No word has been sent about what happened, no messenger, no letter.  The marten jill rubbed her growing belly.  Her baby felt about ready to come out.  She looked to her side and there sat the eggs of her friends.

She prayed both to the avian goddess, Rhia and to her own Christian god that the husbands would return so they could see their chicks hatch.

...

Meanwhile, in the late chieftain’s hut, traitorous Nestor lay with his mate, his cousin, Vera following another of many lovemaking sessions they’d shared.

Vera let her mate preen her feathers as his seed warmed her belly.

The curtain to Nestor’s room swung open and Feroz stepped in.

Nestor held his mate as he addressed his companion, “What is it, Feroz?”

The vulture gestured for the eagle to follow then stepped out before his friend could react.

Nestor shook his head, “I’ll be right back, my dear.”  He kissed her before getting up.

Feroz waited outside.

Nestor approached, not decent in the least, “What was so important you’d drag me from my bride?”

The vulture gave a sly smile before presenting Nestor with a new chieftain’s headdress that he had made for the new village chief.

Nestor held it, amused at the hero worship bestowed on him by the muted scavenger.  “Ah, Feroz, a fine crown for a king.”

The headdress had been crafted from the feathers of Nestor’s ancestors, twined and glued with sap from the biggest, oldest tree in the forest, then decorated with luxurious golden baubles and gems.

The eagle’s gratitude was soon overshadowed by a different emotion.  He held the smiling vulture’s beak, “If I didn’t know better, I’d say you hunger for your chief’s cock, dear friend.”

The vulture endured his friend’s cutting words.  His eyes were always for Nestor, but Nestor had his own needs and the vulture remained a quiet onlooker from the outside.

Nestor could read the vulture’s expressions, “I’m right, aren’t I?”

Feroz unashamedly nuzzled his chief’s broad chest; though the vulture was older than the eagle, he would be every bit the perfect lover if Nestor allowed it.

“On your knees then, and pay respect to your chief, Feroz.” Nestor said, aroused already by the prospect of having another male submit.

Feroz kneeled and began licking his master as the eagle’s shaft slid from his genital slit.

Vera, meanwhile, watched from the doorway as her mate took the beak of an older male.  Her face remained unreadable as to what emotion she felt from watching their display.

...

Justin felt strange for the past few days.  First, he was cold and in pain, now he was warm and near a soft, supple body, one which he eagerly ground against in his sleep.  Images of his two lovely wives he left at home came into his horny bird brain and he furiously humped the being next to him.

His bedfellow turned in their sleep and held him.  Justin felt a beak against his own, and felt no breast, so he assumed this was Kali.  Half-awake by now, and fully erect at the prospect of breeding his wife, he climbed atop the slender bird and ground his shaft against his lover’s warm slit.

Below him, awake, bewildered and fully aroused, lay Orion.  The cardinal had awakened the moment he felt his wounded friend press against him in such a husband way.  The bird quickly realized his sleeping friend was about to mate him.  Before he could wake Justin, the blue jay had already mounted his cardinal friend and Orion blushed as his friend’s erection sank inside his slit, the cardinal’s shaft clashing with his friend’s in the tight cock-sleeve.

Justin was mating his wife in his mind, not even noticing the glaring detail of his cock grinding against another male’s identical organ.

And Orion let it happen.  The red bird didn’t know how he and his friend had wound up here in this warm bed, in this cottage, all bandaged up but his friend was here; his best friend he’d always wanted to know how he really felt but never had the courage, especially when Justin had begun courting Kali.

But now, they were here, his best friend, his comrade-in-arms was in his arms now, making love to him and he, somewhat selfishly, didn’t want this to stop.  The red bird put his wings around his lover and preened Justin’s shoulder while the blue bird did the same.  Their black beaks met in the middle and the wounded warriors kissed.

Here was where Justin finally noticed something was amiss.  The beak he was kissing was a lot shorter than the narrow black beak of his Kali.  He then realized the appendage he’d been humping felt just like his own.

Orion held his male lover ever more tightly, now blissfully ignorant to Justin’s waking.  The cardinal gripped his friend’s firm buttocks then began to buck in time with the blue jay while their cocks ground together inside Orion’s slit.

Justin shuddered and thrust hard against Orion as a climax drew near.

Both birds hit it together and Justin finally opened his eyes to see his friend in mid-orgasm.

The cardinal blushed both as his friend’s seed flooded his genital pouch and as he saw his best friend staring down at him.

Justin gulped before he felt the stickiness leaking out around his length.  He looked downward to see himself, buried to the hilt in his best friend’s slit.  He looked at Orion, “Did we just...”

Orion laughed nervously, “We did...”  He touched beaks affectionately with his friend.

Before Justin could say more, cold wind blew inside this cottage as its front door swung open, forcing both birds to separate.

A slender creature in heavy winter clothes stomped inside, followed by two more creatures of varying height and build.

The first one disrobed in front of the fireplace, warming her nude body with no shame in front of her two avian guests.  She was an arctic vixen with the prettiest, sharpest blue eyes that reminded Justin of his wife.  The rest of her naked body drew his poor, horny birdbrain.  She had a perfect hourglass figure, perky tits, thick snowy white fur all over minus the black points on her ears, her paws and her tail.  He thought she had a nice rear to admire as well.

She turned to warm her bare hindquarters over the fire and finally saw the pervy bird looking right at her.  She giggled and winked, “Good morning, dirty birdy.”

Orion showed more tact than his horny friend, but was no less aroused by her display himself.

The vixen’s two traveling companions disrobed as well, but not to her extreme.  The tallest of the trio revealed himself to be a handsome brown weasel with a fine build for one who lived in these wintry woods.  He had a playful predator’s smile that could melt a female’s heart; some males too, which was just fine for him.  He stood beside his vixen friend as he warmed his bare chest, pretending not to notice her breasts within his field of view.

The brawniest of the trio lugged a heavy deer carcass into a small corner that served as kitchen and dining room for this cottage.  She dropped it on a table then dressed down to prepare the animal for cooking.  She was a mountain lion, with tawny fur, big yellow eyes with large black pupils, and big tits to go with her beautiful, brawny build.  She wasn’t one of those overly muscular type of ladies that almost looked too mannish, but a perfect balance of muscle and looks.

The vixen redressed and went over to help the lion while the weasel walked over to their guests.  The weasel sat on the bed with the two birds, “It looks like my medical training has paid off, I was about to start digging a couple o’ fresh graves for you pair.”

Justin smiled at the weasel, “Thank you... So, you found us?”

The weasel chuckled, “Actually, it was Leona over there who found you.”

The lioness acknowledged her companion with a friendly nod as she peeled the pelt off her fresh kill.

“She’s our huntress, though Eve and I are reasonably good ourselves.  And I’m Carlyle.  I’m not country folk like my companions, but I couldn’t imagine a life without these two.”

The vixen, Eve, feigned blushing, “Oh, Carl, you’re so sweet.” as she held a bucket for the deer’s entrails.

Leona carefully removed all the choicest organs from the big buck.

Eve gagged when the lioness had to squeeze out the deer’s last meal into a separate bucket.

The lioness laughed, “Pretty foxy can’t stand a little bit of a bad smell.”

The vixen swallowed whatever was about to come back up and tried to combat the smell assaulting her nostrils.

Orion got out of bed, completely forgetting about his nudity to help the gagging vixen, “I’ll take this for you.”

Eve gladly let him take the bucket, then ran outside to wash her paws in the snow.

Justin stayed in bed to let Carlyle check his wounds.

The weasel was thorough and very talkative, “Are you birds fine with meat?  We’re all carnivores in this house and we rarely have guests out here.”

Justin grunted as Carl tightened the bandaging on his right arm, “We’re fine with meat, we eat our fair share of fish and small mammals around our village back home.  Blue jays like myself and cardinals like my friend, we can eat anything as long as it tastes good.” He chuckled, unconsciously leaning into the weasel’s firm hands, “My wife makes a mean fish, I should show you when we get home.”

Carlyle politely patted the affectionate bird on his cheek, “And I’ll look forward to eating fish in your home, but now its winter, the roads are snowed out and it would be too dangerous to try to go back.” He’d finished fixing the bandages on Justin’s back, then moved on to administering a thorough massage to ease the bird’s aching muscles, “You and your helpful friend are our welcome guests for the next weeks until the spring thaw, I’m afraid.”

Justin sighed sadly, “We’re supposed to be home right now.  Our wives are with egg, our chicks will hatch and we won’t be there to hold them.”  He turned to the kind weasel, “My name is Justin, by the way, and the momma’s boy over there is Orion.”

Orion stuck his beak up indignantly, “Oh, that one time I ran to Mom because you spilled my porridge!” he scoffed while helping Leona clean out the deer’s digestive tract.  “Whew, and I thought rats stunk bad.”

Leona laughed, “Everything is stinky when it dies, you’ll be stinky, I’ll be stinky, it’s just nature.”

Carlyle finished his massage, “And we’re done, you can walk around now if you want, and you, Orion?”

The red bird looked up, his hands covered in the blood of the carcass, “Yes?”

Carl beckoned him over, “I’ll need to look at you now.”

Justin patted his friend’s shoulder, “Go on, I’ll be right here.”  He took the cardinal’s place in helping Leona.

Carl helped Orion back into bed so he could examine him.  He saw Eve as she came back inside, “Eve, will you come help me with our guest?”

The vixen smiled dutifully, “Yes, Doctor.” She sauntered right over to a blushing Orion whose eyes were glued to her barely concealed bust.

Leona laughed, “You birds act like you never see tits before.”

Justin laughed with her, “Well, we’re birds. Our women don’t have tits like you females.”  He boldly poked the lioness in the valley between her own pair.

The lioness purred, “Fresh!”

...

About an hour or two later, the deer had been butchered properly and then cooked.

The three carnivores and their avian guests sat together around the dinner table eating the deer which had been cooked in the fireplace in a cast-iron skillet.  They had that with some potatoes, practically the only vegetable any self-respecting carnivore would admit to liking, and for dessert, Eve made bread pudding.

Justin enjoyed everything, “Wow, Eve, could I steal you?  I’ve never had anything that good before.”

The vixen smiled, “You don’t have to steal me, I’d come quietly.”

Carlyle wrapped his tail around her waist in a seductive manner, “I’ve never known you to cum quietly, dear.” He leaned in and nibbled her soft neck.

The vixen held her breath as the debonair doctor pushed her buttons in ways only he knew.  And the weasel shamelessly unbuttoned her tunic at the dinner table so he could nuzzle the vixen’s soft breasts.

Justin and Orion both watched as the polite weasel and vixen they’d just met began such an intimate display, both mesmerized when Eve’s breasts came out and Carlyle, with a knowing wink to his captive audience, suckled from his mewling lover.  Their attention was soon diverted by the pair of big paws that pulled them into the large breasts of Leona.

The lioness petted the birds as she held them against her bust, “The way I saw you two boys when we came in, I’d took you for a couple of fays.”

The two of them both looked at each other.

Justin stammered, “Wh-what?  Oh no, we-we are not…”

Orion nodded in agreement, “We’re both happily married, to females.”

Leona purred, “Oh?  Well, ya sure fooled me, because I know I smelled birdy cum off the both of you before, and your ‘friend’ here was dripping all over our floor before.”  She petted Orion.

The cardinal blushed ferociously, “Oh dear, I knew I shoulda cleaned up…”

Carlyle spoke up, stripped of his clothing and with a furry white head bobbing in his lap, “I should have said something, but I’m, oooh, not a naughty kitty like Leona here…”

Justin protested, “I didn’t even mean for that… I-I thought Orion was, was my wife and I…”

Orion gulped, “And I shoulda stopped it before it even started but…  you’re so damn irresistible, Justin.”

Leona chuckled, "Ah, someone's lettin' his true feelin's out."

Justin ignored Leona's remark but he looked at his friend, "You mean that, Orion?"

The cardinal blushed but he nodded, "I-I just never knew how to tell you...  you and Kali were always so close, and of course, Caryn stole my heart.  Justin...  I don't expect things to change when we get back, but, what happened between us just now, was one of the best moments of my life."  He looked his friend in the eyes while the couple across from them had stopped their activity, both enthralled by the drama as it unfolded.

Justin blinked a couple of times before he exhaled then brushed a hand through his crest, "Orion...  I had no idea."  He wracked his mind for the best words he could use now.

Orion gulped, always nervous, as he waited to at least be put down.  He knew his friend would at least give him that.

Justin reached over and he touched his friend's face, "Orion, thank you and... I'll admit, as shocking as it was to wake up as we did, it wasn't bad... I'd never even thought of other males in that way before but... if it's you, I'm okay with it."

Orion felt a tear in his right eye, "You mean that?"

Carlyle laughed at what had just occurred, "D-rama!" before his vixen girlfriend went back to her task of pleasuring him.

...

Miles away, back home, the eagle prince Nestor gave a mighty grunt as he flooded the asshole of his trusted friend, Feroz.

The vulture had fully submitted and let himself be used by the younger male how Nestor saw fit.

Vera, Nestor’s cousin and mate had objected at first, wanting to keep Nestor for herself, but then she became pregnant with his egg and she was more tolerant of her husband’s extramarital interests.

She sat by the bed, cradling her egg closely as she watched the two great raptors sharing their bodies.  She turned away though when some older birds stormed into their hut.

The oldest of these birds cringed at the homosexual act he’d walked in on, “Prince Nestor!”

The eagle growled under his breath, “This had better be important, for you to interrupt me.”

The old sparrow furrowed his brow, “Important?  For you, I would say this is the most precious news you could hope for, Chief.”

Nestor sat up while Feroz set about cleaning himself and his lord.  “Chief?”

The sparrow nodded, “It was been weeks since your father left us to battle our former allies, the wolves.  No word has come back, and it is too cold to send scouts.  Three weeks have passed without your father, so we assume he has died and so, you must take his place as our new chief.”

Nestor had let the time get away from him, three weeks had already passed.  He hid the glee he felt for achieving what he’d planned and replaced it with genuine surprise.  He cleared his throat, “No man nor woman could replace my father, or the things he’d done for our tribe in his time with us.  That being said,” He sat up proudly, cradling his egg carrying his own future heir, “I fully accept my new duties.”

The elders each nodded while the sparrow spoke, “Good!  Now, clean up well and get dressed, we’ll need our new chief and his lovely queen,” he gestured to Vera “to look their very best when they present themselves.”

...

Meanwhile, a very worried and very pregnant Maureen redressed herself after a check up from the medicine bird.  The pine marten was getting closer and closer to her due date and yet, she was more worried than joyful.  Weeks had passed with no word on what had happened to the war party that had stormed out a month before.

Justin’s bride, Kali managed to smile often when in the company of friends, but she worried much for her husband.  She sat up many nights with her egg, wondering what life as a mother will be like, without the father there to help.

Orion’s wife, Caryn had been staying with Kali and Maureen since the husbands left.  She held her egg as well, praying it hatches into a healthy chick, and that her Orion will be home to hold their baby in his arms.

The medicine bird was walking Maureen back to Kali’s hut when the two of them saw the commotion growing in the village square.

Kali and Caryn cuddled together, using their combined body heat to warm their eggs and enjoying each other’s company on top of it.

Caryn lifted her neck to let a playful Kali preen her feathers.  Thanks to Kali and Maureen, the cardinal had opened herself up a bit more to allow these lovely females to have her in ways not even Orion could imagine.  She felt guilty at first to enjoy such feelings without him, but Kali always calmed her worries with a well-placed tongue or claw.  Their closeness broke when Maureen came in, “Girls! Come out, the elders are crowning Nestor as the new chief!”

Kali gasped, “New chief?  It’s already been that long?” And the normally calm blue jay realized this meant, with great certainty, her Justin will never come back.  She cried, “My love, my friend...”

Caryn put her head on her friend’s shoulder, “This doesn’t mean our husbands are dead, Sweet Feather.” She blushed using one of her husband’s names for herself with her best friend.  “It may only mean they won’t be home to see their chicks hatch, but they will be here, we have to stay positive.”

Maureen nodded, “Stay positive, like you’ve been this whole time, Kali.”  She hugged the sobbing blue jay.

...

Outside, in the village square, Nestor stood before the villagers as the elder sparrow smeared the nude eagle’s body with traditional markings to denote his status as leader.  A claw mark on his chest to show his bravery as a strong warrior, a sun symbol over the eagle’s groin to display his virility, finally the sparrow dabbed a feather in blood and smeared it over the eagle’s face, over the eyepatch that Feroz had made for Nestor.

Tilo, the medicine bird walked up to Nestor carrying the ceremonial headdress, fashioned from the feathers shed by the previous chief.  With a nod from his father, the young shaman in training got on his knees before the mighty eagle.

Nestor suppressed the shiver he felt from the smaller male worshiping his malehood.

The village elder spoke clearly, “Now that you are officially crowned new village chieftain, Nestor, you must show the people now your virility and prowess.  Now as your lovely bride is already begat by your seed, you must choose an unmarried female from our village folk; she shall be your bedwarmer for when your queen cannot attend to your needs.”

Nestor nodded while the young sparrow dutifully pleasured his new chief to prepare him for the act.

Vera didn’t seem very pleased with this outcome, though.  She was fine sharing him with Feroz, but now another female in their hut?

Nestor ignored his mate’s glares.  A smirk formed on his curved beak before he turned to the elder sparrow, "Does my bedwarmer need to be a female?"

The sparrow balked, then relented, "Err, no, our chief may choose a male bedwarmer instead, if he so wishes..."

The eagle smiled then as he turned to his dear friend, "Feroz... come."

The vulture should not have been surprised, considering what he and the eagle had shared over the past month, yet, he still could not help the small blush which sat his old beak aglow.  He stepped forth from the background, amid hushed whispers from the crowd.  Despite his years of service, there were still those who distrusted vultures for the lowly scavengers they were perceived to be.

Nestor threw a generous arm around his old friend, "I choose Feroz, here, to be my bedwarmer."  He looked aside to his lovely queen.

Vera's frown never left her face.  This was worse...  now that vulture would be in their bedroom, everyday, and she'd hoped he would leave once Nestor had been crowned.

The old sparrow sighed, he would never understand the youth these days, but it was not his place to get in their way, "Very well then..."  He turned to the crowd, "My feathered brethren, we present to you, your new chief, Nestor Aquila!"

The people all cheered their new chief, as he took his new bedwarmer's beak in hand then planted an especially passionate kiss on the vulture.

Feroz trilled pleasantly as he proudly embraced his chief and accepted the eagle's tongue as it invaded his mouth.

And Vera stood there, both angry and embarrassed...  Nestor had never shown her such affection, not even as they worked on making their egg, the egg she now carried in her arms.  Where there was jealously, the harsher weight of betrayal made itself known.  She realized now, she was only a means to him...  He did not love her, only wanted a son from her.  Feroz... that filthy scavenger, he was who the eagle loved.  She quickly left, her egg clutched tightly, before the people could see their queen begin to weep.

...

The people later dispersed, as Nestor had taken Feroz back inside, so the vulture may continue to honor his beloved chief.

Outside, the sparrow elder patted his son on his shoulder.  The old bird gave a proud smile to him, "My son the shaman, I've never been more proud."

Tilo nodded, "Thank you, Dad." The shaman turned to return to his hut when Kali ran towards him.  He sensed something was wrong, “Kali?  What’s wrong?”

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