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Prostitution has now come to this peaceful village, and the old ways will be a thing of the past.

Meanwhile, Maureen enjoys a brief trip to her past life, her old home before she came to live with these birds.

This and more inside!", "writing": "For the Good of the Village\n\n\nA small pine marten cub crawled across the ground, babbling softly as his mother watched.\n\nAnother small cub crawled toward the other infant, this one a small blue jay chick.\n\nMaureen and Kali both sobbed happily, hands clasped together as they watched their children.\n\nCaryn was there too, with little Ruby bouncing on her lap.\n\nThe wide-eyed cardinal chick nibbled on her mother’s thumb while she watched the boys play.\n\nMaureen smiled with some pride, her species used to walk on all fours, so her son was already at an advantage there. She even joked about such things with her tribal sisters.\n\nKali was ready with her comebacks, “Yeah? Well, wait until my Justin starts to get muscle in his little legs, he’ll be running circles around your boy.”\n\nMaureen snickered, “I bet he’ll do a lot of running when he’s old enough to chase the girls.”\n\nKali swelled her plumage, “Well, he’d take after his father then. My Justin will be batting at all the pretty hens with a big stick!”\n\nMaureen winked at her friend, “You really think he’ll be that hung?”\n\nKali cocked her friend at the pine marten jill, “Sometimes, a mother just knows... And I bet your Iomer’s gonna be a hit with the girls too! Not too many furry fellas living in this village after all, permanent ones at least.” She hesitated at the last part.\n\nAlmost as if on cue, a horn sounded outside their tent.\n\nCaryn shuddered, she’d grown to hate that sound over the weeks since it had become a staple of life around here.\n\n...\n\nWeeks ago, when Maureen had departed to the towns to advertise her village’s open invitations, promising food, women and a place to sleep, she had at first met with aversion.\n\nThey did not find the forest rangers as Nestor had advised them, but then it wasn't necessary.\n\nMaureen, being from the towns herself, she was able to lead her small trio. She could recognize things she had seen when she'd first left, almost a year ago now.\n\nIn due time, they were able to make it to the nearest town, her hometown, Wiesel Stadt.\n\nTo the two birds who had come with her, seeing all of this big sturdy buildings, these stalls lining the street, people buying and selling, hurrying to and from places; it was a mind-twist for them.\n\nFor Maureen, it was a rush of memories hitting her like a lightning bolt. She looked up and down the cobblestone street as she walked and could see a younger version of herself skipping along, paw-in-paw with her father. She hadn't seen him since running away from home; she hoped he was well.\n\nShe began to notice people around her, looking at her.\n\nPeople found it strange that a grown female like her would walk so scantily dressed in public, most assumed she were a whore begging for coin. Some were also distracted by the two avian fellows who had accompanied her, themselves only dressed in armbands and loincloths.\n\nThe old pigeon was equally aghast at how overdressed these mammals and reptiles were, especially under this bright, hot sun. Didn’t they get too hot? He bumped into a fellow avian, a feisty young crow and couldn’t believe how much clothing she wore.\n\n\"Oi! Watch where you're steppin', granddad!\" she spoke with a cockney accent. She saw the minute clothing the pigeon wore, \"Err, your trousers are in the wash, I see.\"\n\nThe pigeon stepped back, no hen had ever spoken to him like that before, \"I'm sorry? Don't you feel hot under all of that dried cow skin?\"\n\nThe crow wore a brown leather vest with a blazer with a pair of pants. She tugged on her coat, \"Ya sure ya ain't just tryin' ta get me out of these skins, dirty birdy?\" She winked as she danced away from him then shifted her sights on the 17 year-old wren.\n\nThe youth flinched when she came up to him, \"Dog's bollocks, you're a cute one!\"\n\nMaureen intervened on his behalf, \"Excuse me, miss...\"\n\n\"Maven!\"\n\n\"What?\" the jill stopped.\n\nThe crow sized up the pretty brown weasel before her, \"Name's Maven! Ya three ain't locals are ya?\"\n\nThe pine marten sighed, \"No, no we're not. We are looking for a place we could stay, we have business to attend to later.\"\n\nThe crow smiled, having never taken her arms away from the teenage wren until now as she released him to embrace Maureen, \"I know just the place! Best damn place in this shitty town! Come on!\" She dragged the pine marten with her while the two birds followed, both confused by what had just occurred.\n\nMaureen nearly cried once she saw where she was being taken. She saw the great, old, two-story oak and stone building, the swinging doors that led in to the old place, the sign hanging over the door with one single name carved out, Iomer's.\n\nMaven grinned like an insane beast, \"Well, here we are, Io-\"\n\nMaureen finished, \"Iomer's... I know...\" She could feel her heart racing.\n\nMaven looked at her, \"Oh, you know the place?\"\n\nThe pine marten smiled sadly as she looked up at that old sign, \"Know it? I lived here.\"\n\n...\n\nMaureen went inside the home that she had fled from so many months ago. She brushed her palm on the bar counter which she often sat at. She looked around at the many different people enjoying fine meals and drink and remembered when she served these people as a helpful teenager, ever obedient to her hard-working father.\n\nThe crow took Maureen and her companions to meet the owner. He wasn't who Maureen had expected.\n\nHe was a middle-aged billy goat wearing suspenders, sandals and spectacles. He had his hooves propped up as he read a book and drank tea whilst patrons ate his food and drank his ale. He looked up from his book when the four strangers approached, “Yes?” He saw the crow, “Maven, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, you tawdry feather duster?”\n\nThe crow ruffled her feathers at his snide comment, “None so far, old goat! These kind folk come here from the woods to speak with the good people of our town.”\n\nThe goat sat up, “There are still good people here?” He affixed his spectacles before he stood to extend a hand to the marten female, “Wilhelm Jarlsberg, liebchen. What is it you come to speak of?”\n\nMaureen had to know first, “Before that... Do you know what happened to the man who ran this tavern before you?”\n\nThe goat scratched his beard, “Our previous owner? Mmm, yes... I bought this place from him, poor fellow was too sick to keep running it so he gave it to me for a fraction of what this old girl is really worth. He’s passed away, I’m afraid.”\n\nTears filled Maureen’s eyes, “He’s dead?” And she never got to apologize for leaving him alone. She broke down, slamming her fist on the bar before her, while the three birds who stood around her shuffled their feet uncomfortably.\n\nJarlsberg petted the distraught female, “I take it that man was your father. I’m terrible sorry to have made you cry my dear.”\n\nMaureen sniffed, “No... You did nothing wrong. I’m the one who ran away when he needed me.” She looked up at the building around her, “He opened this tavern so he could support me. I was all he had after Mom died. He raised me here, I slept here, worked here... I met my first love here.\" She held herself, \"This tavern was my life.”\n\nThe old goat picked up an empty tankard, “Can’t dwell on the past, dear.\" He clip-clopped over to one of his great casks. He poured ale as he spoke, \"You’re still here after all.” He placed the foaming tankard on the counter for her. “Drink up...”\n\nShe sniffed it, “That smells... So different from what Dad made.” She drank some and right away was struck by the cinnamon and cardamom flavoring the drink. “It’s spiced. I’ve never had it that way.”\n\nJarlsberg smiled, “My own recipe, your father loved it too. I feel its the real reason he let me have this place. This ale has made this old girl the talk of the town now.”\n\nShe smiled sadly, “And he was alive to see that?”\n\nThe goat nodded, “He endorsed the ale himself. But the only thing he would always say was how much greater it would be if his daughter could be here to share the new fame.”\n\nMaureen sobbed, “Thank you... But this was my past, and you’re right, I shouldn’t stay too long. I have my own life and a new home with these fine birds here.” She gestured to the pigeon and wren. The wren was distracted by the pretty crow who threw many flirty winks his way.\n\nJarlsberg listened, “You live with these birds?”\n\nShe nodded, “In the village, deep beyond those woods.”\n\nHe leaned forward, “You come from the bird village?”\n\nThe old pigeon stepped forth, “We come in peace, tavern keeper. We wish to make, how do you say, deals with your folk. We feathered folk of the wood extend our blessings and our wings, welcoming all you kind outsiders. We are opening up trade with your towns.”\n\nJarlsberg listened, “I see... That does sound like a marvelous development, but I’m only a tavern keeper, kind sir. You’ll need an official.” He chuckled, “Lucky for you, my ale brings such peoples to my tavern.” He straightened up, \"Oh, but where are my manners? You three need a place to say hmm?\" The goat clapped over the din of the crowd, \"Nadine, darling!\"\n\nMaureen's fur stood up on her neck after hearing that name.\n\nThe ferret in question came up, \"Yes, Willy, you asked for me?\"\n\nThe goat gestured to the three travelers, \"These three here need rooms.\" He pulled out keys to two separate rooms, for Maureen and for the two birds. He gave the keys to the ferret, \"Kindly show them please?\"\n\nNadine perked up in her frilly skirt and blouse, \"Yes sir!\" She took the keys. She gasped when she saw the number on one, \"Willy, this one's to Maurie's old room.\"\n\nThe goat chuckled, \"Yes, well.\" He gestured to the female who had been staring at Nadine ever since the jill came over.\n\nNadine turned and screamed when she saw her friend, \"AAHH! Maurie! It's you!\" Her professionalism before flew right out as the ferret pounced on the pine marten.\n\nMaureen giggled when she was assaulted by the jill, \"Nadine, my god, it's been so long!\"\n\nNadine scoffed, \"So long? You just up an' disappear like a ghost in the night, then you're back almost a year later? What happened to you?\" She saw her friend's belly then gasped, \"Oh! And your baby!\"\n\n Maureen calmed her hyperactive friend, \"Nadine, Nadine, calm down... I can tell you everything, but we need those rooms.\"\n\nNadine jumped to attention, \"Oh! Oh right! I'll lead the way, though I'm sure you know the way, darling.\"\n\nMaureen giggled, seeing Nadine definitely brightened up her day.\n\n...\n\nUpstairs, the two birds were shown to their room, then Nadine personally took Maureen to her old room, a simple little place with just a single bed and a few knickknacks on the furniture.\n\nThe ferret jill explained, \"It's the one room, aside from mine, that's off limits to patrons. Your father's kept this locked since ya left.\" She gasped, \"Oh my god, your father... Oh Maurie...\"\n\nMaureen nodded sadly, \"Yes, Will told me... did Dad go peacefully at least?\"\n\nNadine sighed, \"He was heartbroken after ya left. He... he never quite was the same. That was when Willy came in. He'd come from overseas looking for a place to sell his spiced ales. Iomer, sad as he was, he tried Will's ale. My god he smiled... I'd wager he hadn't smiled so big since the day you came into the world. He made Will business partner then made him owner when he came down with pneumonia.\"\n\nMaureen listened as she sat down at the small table by her old bed. She scratched her neck, \"Pneumonia... same as Mom...\"\n\nNadine sat across from her friend, \"Maurie... what happened? And why do you come back now?\"\n\nMaureen spent the next hour telling Nadine everything. About getting lost in the woods, about being attacked by a wolverine, then her life being saved by one of the birds, by Kali.\n\nNadine listened, her bright blue eyes shimmering with wonder.\n\nMaureen told her friend about her relationship with the two blue jays who were kind enough to keep her, though she was blushing when she got to the naughty bits.\n\nNadine still had to laugh, \"You shaggin' with birdies, I'd never thought I'd see the day... and with another girl no less. I didn't think you had it in you, Maurie.\" She giggled.\n\nMaureen kept going.\n\nNadine was happy to hear about her son, \"Oh, I wish you coulda brought him... and you named him Iomer... I can just imagine him growing to be big and strong like your dad was.\" She cleared her throat, \"Well, it was very nice to see you. I hope you'll stay awhile, at least. And if ya need anything, you know I'll get it for you and for your birdy friends across the hall, on the house.\" She got up to leave.\n\nMaureen stood up and she hugged her friend, \"I'll be here, at least a week, that should be long enough... I've missed you.\" She kissed her friend on her cheek.\n\nNadine blushed and smiled, \"Remember, anything you want, Maurie.\" She bumped into the door as she was backing out, \"Oof!\" She quickly recovered and she opened the door. She went out without another word, rubbing her cheek where she'd been kissed.\n\nMaureen locked the door after Nadine had left. The pine marten quickly stripped down and then laid down on her old bed, sighing happily as she sank in, surrounded by musk... his musk.\n\nMore memories came back, pleasant memories of her past love, the male who gave her her son. \"I'm home, Caleb.\" She whispered as tears came to her eyes.\n\n...\n\nPartway through the night, she was rudely awakened by loud knocking on her door. Without bothering to cover up, the pine marten got out of bed.\n\nShe unlocked her bedroom door to find the old pigeon waiting for. She groaned, \"What are you doing here this late?\"\n\nThe pigeon grumbled, \"That crow hen came to our room, she's got that young cockerel in bed and...\"\n\nShe snickered, \"She's making a man out of that boy?\"\n\nThe pigeon scoffed, \"And making a racket of it, too. I don't quite remember being so loud in my day.\"\n\nMaureen laughed, \"Well come in, there's just the one bed here so... hope ya don't mind sleeping next to a sweet young thing like me.\" She winked cutely before turning away, purposely swaying her cute rump to tease the old pigeon.\n\nThe pigeon shook his head, \"And hens used to be so reserved in my day too.\" He followed her in, tightening his loincloth to hide the reaction he'd gotten from her blatant teasing.\n\n...\n\nThe next morning, Maureen and her two traveling companions, the pigeon, whom she learned was named Cecil and the wren, who was named Ren, were able to meet with these officials as Wilhelm had promised.\n\nThey spent the day and the next two speaking to these important people and making deals.\n\nSome cottoned easily to the idea of trading with the bird tribe, others needed more convincing. Maureen washed her mouth out thoroughly after one who had needed that one extra push.\n\nThe nights were punctuated by Maven's immodest squawking as she continued to introduce young Ren to the adult world.\n\nOne night, Maureen joined them. He was a fine youth, eager to please, though leagues behind what Justin could do to her and Kali. He would definitely grow to have a great respect for the female body, she hoped.\n\nBy the last day, negotiations were through. There were still some holdovers, but the outcome had been extremely positive.\n\nThat night, Maureen, Maven [i]and[/i] Nadine took Ren for a ride he would never forget.\n\nThe following morning, Nadine hugged and kissed Maureen, \"Now you come back, you hear? I want to see you again and I want to see that son of yours too. Promise me, Maurie!\"\n\nMaureen kissed her friend back, on the mouth, \"I'll try...\"\n\nNadine blushed from such an intimate kiss by her friend, \"Please do...\"\n\nThen Maureen, Cecil and Ren were gone, back to the bird village.\n\n...\n\nThose happy memories ended when Maureen heard the horns. A part of her now wished those officials had refused the offer, but... This was the way now, she supposed.\n\nShe exchanged glances with the other two females, “Whose turn is it to entertain our visitors?”\n\nKali was the least eager, but to spare her friends, especially Caryn, she’d volunteered herself, “I’ll go.”\n\nMaureen placed a paw on her friend’s shoulder, “I’ll come with you.”\n\n“No... I don’t want you, or Caryn to be hurt, Maureen.”\n\nCaryn sobbed, “And what if they hurt you, Kali?”\n\nKali glanced coldly outside, “They won’t.” Then she went outside.\n\n...\n\nThe people of the village gathered around as travelers from outside came in.\n\nChief Nestor extended a generous welcome to the traveling mammals, reptiles, even avians that came to their village, always. This time around, it was a traveling troupe of foxes.\n\nThey were all gypsies, the males dressed in elaborate clothes which left their chests exposed and showed their bulges in their pantaloons. The vixens wore elegant dresses with many shiny baubles and earrings jingling as they walked. Their children walked with them too.\n\nThe head of the gypsies met with Nestor and pleasantries were exchanged along with goods and, of course, riches.\n\nOne vixen, an elder female who was nonetheless very beautiful and very easy on the eyes, offered herself personally to the chief.\n\nThe eagle preferred younger females, but he enjoyed the woman’s enthusiasm so he accepted her offer.\n\nNestor then gave his blessing for the gypsies to begin trading their wares with the kind bird folk of the village, before he let the vixen, and her attractive daughter, escort him inside his own hut.\n\nThe gypsy foxes were very gracious guests themselves, very respectful, though their younger males were boisterous, looking at the many pretty young female birds gathering around.\n\nKali watched as the foxes walked through the village. Even she had to admit, they weren’t bad to look at. She stood outside her hut and presented herself as best as she could, she had to play her part and help procure more gold from these rich gypsies, for the good of the village. She did not even have to turn before she heard footsteps approaching. She looked up and was staring at a pair of strapping young tods, both of whom seemed taken in by the blue jay’s unique beauty. There were no other blue jays in the village, Kali’s parents and Justin’s had both passed on ages ago.\n\nThe blue, black and white hen smiled seductively then displayed herself for the two interested teenagers. “Well,” Kali egged them on, “Don’t just stare.” She felt herself wanting to gag at how she’d grown to accept this new way of life. She was a proud hunter, now she was a prostitute for her village. If her Justin were here, he wouldn’t have allowed this, he would defend her honor.\n\nThe two young tods looked at each other before one reached for a fat money bag tied to his waist with a maroon sash.\n\nKali held up a scaly paw, “Time for that later, you boys look hungry. Come inside.” She held open the flap of her tent for them to go in. She caught herself staring at the boys’ tight abs and tighter hindquarters.\n\nInside, Maureen had the children. Ruby and Iomer both nursed from her breasts while Caryn cooked fish and some vegetables in a cast-iron pan over flaming coals. She fanned the fumes with her wings so they did not fill the tent, and the fumes left through a vent constructed in the roof of their hut.\n\nBoth looked up as the tall young males stumbled awkwardly into their humble abode. Caryn smiled politely to them, though she resolved that she would not give herself to these foxes. Canines, as she’d learned from a previous visit, had knots and those things made her ache something awful when they got stuck in her.\n\nMaureen had her paws full taking care of the kids but still offered a kind smile to the visiting males, “Come right in, sit down, young travelers.”\n\nKali closed the flap behind her after walking in. She turned just as the two foxes sat down with their legs crossed carefully beneath them. She sat with them, as her son was given his baby food by Caryn. Kali introduced herself, her mates then their children to the remarkably polite teenagers.\n\nCaryn served the foxes some of the salmon. They thanked her then ate the food.\n\nKali laid down some quick ground rules while they ate, “Now... I’m sure you boys must have heard some interesting things about us birdies, hmm? How we give ourselves to cuties like you for some of your money. It is true, however, you boys are in my hut, under my roof, so you must follow a few rules before you can... Enjoy yourselves.” She smiled, “These lovely ladies here with me, they are my wives... Yes, wives. That is allowed here in our village. Either way, Maureen and Caryn are off limits; you don’t touch them, you don’t so much as look at them wrong, unless they allow it and they are their own people, so they are free to do whatever they wish, right ladies?”\n\nMaureen and Caryn both nodded in unison, “Of course, Kali.”\n\nKali kept going, “You will also not touch our children, not one claw on their little heads. If you can’t follow these few simple rules, you can just get the hell out now. And, if you boys even think you can hurt me or my girls...” She pulled out her biggest hunting knife she had, then drove it threateningly into the small table the foxes were eating off of.\n\nBoth teenagers gulped.\n\nKali cracked a smile, “Are we clear, boys?”\n\nBoth nodded quickly.\n\nKali pulled her knife free and sheathed it, “Then... Let’s not waste more time on words... I know what you want.” She crawled over to her bed, lewdly allowing her loincloth to fall wayside and show off her firm butt. She untied it and let it fall off completely.\n\nOne fox crawled after her and his eager hands filled with her soft feathery butt.\n\nKali cooed playfully and pushed her rear back against the young male’s exploring hands.\n\nMaureen didn’t feel like being left out on this. She passed the children off to Caryn before she went up to the other fox.\n\nCaryn sat there holding the babies now, sighing comically while she watched her two mates help the foxes out of their vests and their trousers.\n\nOnce both tods were naked, their respective females were all over them.\n\nKali had hers on his back, moaning while she dragged her moist slit over his erecting foxhood. She preened his neckfur and pinched his nipples, making the youth whimper while she teased him.\n\nMaureen locked muzzles with her chosen lover, she let him put her on her back and, with little preamble, she felt the young fox penetrate her swollen vulva. She held him as he pushed inside her, she wasn’t wet enough yet, and she was still very tight.\n\nKali chirped in her lover’s ear when she allowed him in and felt the youth spread her tight slit with his young cock.\n\nMaureen’s mate for the moment was an eager-to-please young fox, already happy that he could be inside such a beautiful, voluptuous female. He slowed once, so he could sample her nipples. He suckled fresh mother’s milk from her breast and Maureen allowed it before she impatiently bucked to remind him of his task at hand. Neither he nor his equally addled brother seemed to question why a pine marten was living with birds, neither cared right now.\n\nKali rode her selected mate, letting him guide her with his groping paws on her butt, pulling her off his cock then pushing up in her as she pushed back down on him.\n\nCaryn tended to the babies while her mates worked with these two handsome males. From her viewpoint, she could see both identical pairs of fox balls jostling as the two worked hard to please these females. Though she didn’t fancy canines, she had to admit, she’d probably give Maureen’s one a spin. She thought he was the cutest of the pair. She loved the faces he was making with each thrust, the little whimpers and barks he let go as he mated with the pine marten. Caryn watched his plump balls battering away at Maureen’s labia as the fox’s speed increased.\n\nMaureen arched against him, feeling the fox’s precum squirting inside her, through her cervix.\n\nKali felt the same sensations as her fox drew near to his own climax.\n\nEventually, it was an unofficial race to see which brother would cross the finish line first.\n\nCaryn finally couldn’t help herself. She scooted closer, Ruby still clutched under one arm. Caryn reached out and she caught the balls of Maureen’s fox in her hand.\n\nThat surprise hand pushed him over and he plunged his knot inside, tying himself with her before his balls clenched. With a loud yip, heard by giggling birds who passed by outside, the young fox erupted long strings of his young seed into the fertile female beneath him.\n\nKali heard the unified moans of her colleague and her fox, not wishing to be outdone, Kali slammed herself hard on her lover’s knot, tying with him as the young male began bucking into her, spraying down his female’s insides with his own potent batch.\n\nCaryn rolled the balls she held, enjoyed how they pulsed in her grasp while this male continued to pump more potential kits into Maureen. Their genes would not mix, but it was nice to fantasize.\n\nMaureen simply enjoyed laying with another mammal, as much as she was madly in love with her savior, Kali, it was nice to feel another mammal's seed warm her.\n\n...\n\nNestor was in his hut, after having pumped his offering inside both vixens, now he fed his son his food while Feroz took advantage of the situation and bred with the two vixens, with the eagle’s cum still warming their insides.\n\nNestor chuckled, “I told you this would be a good idea, Feroz.”\n\nThe vulture certainly enjoyed the perks, whatever part of him wished ill of this plan had since evaporated.\n\n...\n\nMeanwhile, on the outer ridge of the village, two lone birds stalked outside, except they weren’t alone. Accompanying them was a wolf with a scar on his cheek.\n\nJustin and Orion were back.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "For the Good of the Village


A small pine marten cub crawled across the ground, babbling softly as his mother watched.

Another small cub crawled toward the other infant, this one a small blue jay chick.

Maureen and Kali both sobbed happily, hands clasped together as they watched their children.

Caryn was there too, with little Ruby bouncing on her lap.

The wide-eyed cardinal chick nibbled on her mother’s thumb while she watched the boys play.

Maureen smiled with some pride, her species used to walk on all fours, so her son was already at an advantage there.  She even joked about such things with her tribal sisters.

Kali was ready with her comebacks, “Yeah?  Well, wait until my Justin starts to get muscle in his little legs, he’ll be running circles around your boy.”

Maureen snickered, “I bet he’ll do a lot of running when he’s old enough to chase the girls.”

Kali swelled her plumage, “Well, he’d take after his father then.  My Justin will be batting at all the pretty hens with a big stick!”

Maureen winked at her friend, “You really think he’ll be that hung?”

Kali cocked her friend at the pine marten jill, “Sometimes, a mother just knows... And I bet your Iomer’s gonna be a hit with the girls too!  Not too many furry fellas living in this village after all, permanent ones at least.” She hesitated at the last part.

Almost as if on cue, a horn sounded outside their tent.

Caryn shuddered, she’d grown to hate that sound over the weeks since it had become a staple of life around here.

...

Weeks ago, when Maureen had departed to the towns to advertise her village’s open invitations, promising food, women and a place to sleep, she had at first met with aversion.

They did not find the forest rangers as Nestor had advised them, but then it wasn't necessary.

Maureen, being from the towns herself, she was able to lead her small trio.  She could recognize things she had seen when she'd first left, almost a year ago now.

In due time, they were able to make it to the nearest town, her hometown, Wiesel Stadt.

To the two birds who had come with her, seeing all of this big sturdy buildings, these stalls lining the street, people buying and selling, hurrying to and from places; it was a mind-twist for them.

For Maureen, it was a rush of memories hitting her like a lightning bolt.  She looked up and down the cobblestone street as she walked and could see a younger version of herself skipping along, paw-in-paw with her father.  She hadn't seen him since running away from home; she hoped he was well.

She began to notice people around her, looking at her.

People found it strange that a grown female like her would walk so scantily dressed in public, most assumed she were a whore begging for coin.  Some were also distracted by the two avian fellows who had accompanied her, themselves only dressed in armbands and loincloths.

The old pigeon was equally aghast at how overdressed these mammals and reptiles were, especially under this bright, hot sun.  Didn’t they get too hot?  He bumped into a fellow avian, a feisty young crow and couldn’t believe how much clothing she wore.

"Oi!  Watch where you're steppin', granddad!" she spoke with a cockney accent.  She saw the minute clothing the pigeon wore, "Err, your trousers are in the wash, I see."

The pigeon stepped back, no hen had ever spoken to him like that before, "I'm sorry?  Don't you feel hot under all of that dried cow skin?"

The crow wore a brown leather vest with a blazer with a pair of pants.  She tugged on her coat, "Ya sure ya ain't just tryin' ta get me out of these skins, dirty birdy?"  She winked as she danced away from him then shifted her sights on the 17 year-old wren.

The youth flinched when she came up to him, "Dog's bollocks, you're a cute one!"

Maureen intervened on his behalf, "Excuse me, miss..."

"Maven!"

"What?" the jill stopped.

The crow sized up the pretty brown weasel before her, "Name's Maven!  Ya three ain't locals are ya?"

The pine marten sighed, "No, no we're not.  We are looking for a place we could stay, we have business to attend to later."

The crow smiled, having never taken her arms away from the teenage wren until now as she released him to embrace Maureen, "I know just the place!  Best damn place in this shitty town!  Come on!"  She dragged the pine marten with her while the two birds followed, both confused by what had just occurred.

Maureen nearly cried once she saw where she was being taken.  She saw the great, old, two-story oak and stone building, the swinging doors that led in to the old place, the sign hanging over the door with one single name carved out, Iomer's.

Maven grinned like an insane beast, "Well, here we are, Io-"

Maureen finished, "Iomer's...  I know..." She could feel her heart racing.

Maven looked at her, "Oh, you know the place?"

The pine marten smiled sadly as she looked up at that old sign, "Know it?  I lived here."

...

Maureen went inside the home that she had fled from so many months ago.  She brushed her palm on the bar counter which she often sat at.  She looked around at the many different people enjoying fine meals and drink and remembered when she served these people as a helpful teenager, ever obedient to her hard-working father.

The crow took Maureen and her companions to meet the owner.  He wasn't who Maureen had expected.

He was a middle-aged billy goat wearing suspenders, sandals and spectacles.  He had his hooves propped up as he read a book and drank tea whilst patrons ate his food and drank his ale.  He looked up from his book when the four strangers approached, “Yes?”  He saw the crow, “Maven, what trouble have you gotten yourself into this time, you tawdry feather duster?”

The crow ruffled her feathers at his snide comment, “None so far, old goat!  These kind folk come here from the woods to speak with the good people of our town.”

The goat sat up, “There are still good people here?”  He affixed his spectacles before he stood to extend a hand to the marten female, “Wilhelm Jarlsberg, liebchen.  What is it you come to speak of?”

Maureen had to know first, “Before that... Do you know what happened to the man who ran this tavern before you?”

The goat scratched his beard, “Our previous owner?  Mmm, yes... I bought this place from him, poor fellow was too sick to keep running it so he gave it to me for a fraction of what this old girl is really worth.  He’s passed away, I’m afraid.”

Tears filled Maureen’s eyes, “He’s dead?” And she never got to apologize for leaving him alone.  She broke down, slamming her fist on the bar before her, while the three birds who stood around her shuffled their feet uncomfortably.

Jarlsberg petted the distraught female, “I take it that man was your father.  I’m terrible sorry to have made you cry my dear.”

Maureen sniffed, “No... You did nothing wrong.  I’m the one who ran away when he needed me.”  She looked up at the building around her, “He opened this tavern so he could support me.  I was all he had after Mom died.  He raised me here, I slept here, worked here... I met my first love here."  She held herself, "This tavern was my life.”

The old goat picked up an empty tankard, “Can’t dwell on the past, dear."  He clip-clopped over to one of his great casks.  He poured ale as he spoke, "You’re still here after all.”  He placed the foaming tankard on the counter for her.  “Drink up...”

She sniffed it, “That smells... So different from what Dad made.”  She drank some and right away was struck by the cinnamon and cardamom flavoring the drink.  “It’s spiced.  I’ve never had it that way.”

Jarlsberg smiled, “My own recipe, your father loved it too.  I feel its the real reason he let me have this place.  This ale has made this old girl the talk of the town now.”

She smiled sadly, “And he was alive to see that?”

The goat nodded, “He endorsed the ale himself.  But the only thing he would always say was how much greater it would be if his daughter could be here to share the new fame.”

Maureen sobbed, “Thank you... But this was my past, and you’re right, I shouldn’t stay too long.  I have my own life and a new home with these fine birds here.”  She gestured to the pigeon and wren.  The wren was distracted by the pretty crow who threw many flirty winks his way.

Jarlsberg listened, “You live with these birds?”

She nodded, “In the village, deep beyond those woods.”

He leaned forward, “You come from the bird village?”

The old pigeon stepped forth, “We come in peace, tavern keeper.  We wish to make, how do you say, deals with your folk.  We feathered folk of the wood extend our blessings and our wings, welcoming all you kind outsiders.  We are opening up trade with your towns.”

Jarlsberg listened, “I see... That does sound like a marvelous development, but I’m only a tavern keeper, kind sir.  You’ll need an official.”  He chuckled, “Lucky for you, my ale brings such peoples to my tavern.”  He straightened up, "Oh, but where are my manners?  You three need a place to say hmm?"  The goat clapped over the din of the crowd, "Nadine, darling!"

Maureen's fur stood up on her neck after hearing that name.

The ferret in question came up, "Yes, Willy, you asked for me?"

The goat gestured to the three travelers, "These three here need rooms."  He pulled out keys to two separate rooms, for Maureen and for the two birds.  He gave the keys to the ferret, "Kindly show them please?"

Nadine perked up in her frilly skirt and blouse, "Yes sir!"  She took the keys.  She gasped when she saw the number on one, "Willy, this one's to Maurie's old room."

The goat chuckled, "Yes, well."  He gestured to the female who had been staring at Nadine ever since the jill came over.

Nadine turned and screamed when she saw her friend, "AAHH!  Maurie!  It's you!"  Her professionalism before flew right out as the ferret pounced on the pine marten.

Maureen giggled when she was assaulted by the jill, "Nadine, my god, it's been so long!"

Nadine scoffed, "So long?  You just up an' disappear like a ghost in the night, then you're back almost a year later?  What happened to you?"  She saw her friend's belly then gasped, "Oh!  And your baby!"

 Maureen calmed her hyperactive friend, "Nadine, Nadine, calm down...  I can tell you everything, but we need those rooms."

Nadine jumped to attention, "Oh!  Oh right!  I'll lead the way, though I'm sure you know the way, darling."

Maureen giggled, seeing Nadine definitely brightened up her day.

...

Upstairs, the two birds were shown to their room, then Nadine personally took Maureen to her old room, a simple little place with just a single bed and a few knickknacks on the furniture.

The ferret jill explained, "It's the one room, aside from mine, that's off limits to patrons.  Your father's kept this locked since ya left."  She gasped, "Oh my god, your father...  Oh Maurie..."

Maureen nodded sadly, "Yes, Will told me...  did Dad go peacefully at least?"

Nadine sighed, "He was heartbroken after ya left.  He... he never quite was the same.  That was when Willy came in.  He'd come from overseas looking for a place to sell his spiced ales.  Iomer, sad as he was, he tried Will's ale.  My god he smiled... I'd wager he hadn't smiled so big since the day you came into the world.  He made Will business partner then made him owner when he came down with pneumonia."

Maureen listened as she sat down at the small table by her old bed.  She scratched her neck, "Pneumonia... same as Mom..."

Nadine sat across from her friend, "Maurie... what happened?  And why do you come back now?"

Maureen spent the next hour telling Nadine everything.  About getting lost in the woods, about being attacked by a wolverine, then her life being saved by one of the birds, by Kali.

Nadine listened, her bright blue eyes shimmering with wonder.

Maureen told her friend about her relationship with the two blue jays who were kind enough to keep her, though she was blushing when she got to the naughty bits.

Nadine still had to laugh, "You shaggin' with birdies, I'd never thought I'd see the day... and with another girl no less.   I didn't think you had it in you, Maurie."  She giggled.

Maureen kept going.

Nadine was happy to hear about her son, "Oh, I wish you coulda brought him...  and you named him Iomer...  I can just imagine him growing to be big and strong like your dad was."  She cleared her throat, "Well, it was very nice to see you.  I hope you'll stay awhile, at least.  And if ya need anything, you know I'll get it for you and for your birdy friends across the hall, on the house."  She got up to leave.

Maureen stood up and she hugged her friend, "I'll be here, at least a week, that should be long enough...  I've missed you."  She kissed her friend on her cheek.

Nadine blushed and smiled, "Remember, anything you want, Maurie."  She bumped into the door as she was backing out, "Oof!"  She quickly recovered and she opened the door.  She went out without another word, rubbing her cheek where she'd been kissed.

Maureen locked the door after Nadine had left.  The pine marten quickly stripped down and then laid down on her old bed, sighing happily as she sank in, surrounded by musk... his musk.

More memories came back, pleasant memories of her past love, the male who gave her her son.  "I'm home, Caleb." She whispered as tears came to her eyes.

...

Partway through the night, she was rudely awakened by loud knocking on her door.  Without bothering to cover up, the pine marten got out of bed.

She unlocked her bedroom door to find the old pigeon waiting for.  She groaned, "What are you doing here this late?"

The pigeon grumbled, "That crow hen came to our room, she's got that young cockerel in bed and..."

She snickered, "She's making a man out of that boy?"

The pigeon scoffed, "And making a racket of it, too.  I don't quite remember being so loud in my day."

Maureen laughed, "Well come in, there's just the one bed here so... hope ya don't mind sleeping next to a sweet young thing like me."  She winked cutely before turning away, purposely swaying her cute rump to tease the old pigeon.

The pigeon shook his head, "And hens used to be so reserved in my day too."  He followed her in, tightening his loincloth to hide the reaction he'd gotten from her blatant teasing.

...

The next morning, Maureen and her two traveling companions, the pigeon, whom she learned was named Cecil and the wren, who was named Ren, were able to meet with these officials as Wilhelm had promised.

They spent the day and the next two speaking to these important people and making deals.

Some cottoned easily to the idea of trading with the bird tribe, others needed more convincing.  Maureen washed her mouth out thoroughly after one who had needed that one extra push.

The nights were punctuated by Maven's immodest squawking as she continued to introduce young Ren to the adult world.

One night, Maureen joined them.  He was a fine youth, eager to please, though leagues behind what Justin could do to her and Kali.  He would definitely grow to have a great respect for the female body, she hoped.

By the last day, negotiations were through.  There were still some holdovers, but the outcome had been extremely positive.

That night, Maureen, Maven and Nadine took Ren for a ride he would never forget.

The following morning, Nadine hugged and kissed Maureen, "Now you come back, you hear?  I want to see you again and I want to see that son of yours too.  Promise me, Maurie!"

Maureen kissed her friend back, on the mouth, "I'll try..."

Nadine blushed from such an intimate kiss by her friend, "Please do..."

Then Maureen, Cecil and Ren were gone, back to the bird village.

...

Those happy memories ended when Maureen heard the horns.  A part of her now wished those officials had refused the offer, but... This was the way now, she supposed.

She exchanged glances with the other two females, “Whose turn is it to entertain our visitors?”

Kali was the least eager, but to spare her friends, especially Caryn, she’d volunteered herself, “I’ll go.”

Maureen placed a paw on her friend’s shoulder, “I’ll come with you.”

“No...  I don’t want you, or Caryn to be hurt, Maureen.”

Caryn sobbed, “And what if they hurt you, Kali?”

Kali glanced coldly outside, “They won’t.”  Then she went outside.

...

The people of the village gathered around as travelers from outside came in.

Chief Nestor extended a generous welcome to the traveling mammals, reptiles, even avians that came to their village, always.  This time around, it was a traveling troupe of foxes.

They were all gypsies, the males dressed in elaborate clothes which left their chests exposed and showed their bulges in their pantaloons.  The vixens wore elegant dresses with many shiny baubles and earrings jingling as they walked.  Their children walked with them too.

The head of the gypsies met with Nestor and pleasantries were exchanged along with goods and, of course, riches.

One vixen, an elder female who was nonetheless very beautiful and very easy on the eyes, offered herself personally to the chief.

The eagle preferred younger females, but he enjoyed the woman’s enthusiasm so he accepted her offer.

Nestor then gave his blessing for the gypsies to begin trading their wares with the kind bird folk of the village, before he let the vixen, and her attractive daughter, escort him inside his own hut.

The gypsy foxes were very gracious guests themselves, very respectful, though their younger males were boisterous, looking at the many pretty young female birds gathering around.

Kali watched as the foxes walked through the village.  Even she had to admit, they weren’t bad to look at.  She stood outside her hut and presented herself as best as she could, she had to play her part and help procure more gold from these rich gypsies, for the good of the village.  She did not even have to turn before she heard footsteps approaching.  She looked up and was staring at a pair of strapping young tods, both of whom seemed taken in by the blue jay’s unique beauty.  There were no other blue jays in the village, Kali’s parents and Justin’s had both passed on ages ago.

The blue, black and white hen smiled seductively then displayed herself for the two interested teenagers.  “Well,” Kali egged them on, “Don’t just stare.”  She felt herself wanting to gag at how she’d grown to accept this new way of life.  She was a proud hunter, now she was a prostitute for her village.  If her Justin were here, he wouldn’t have allowed this, he would defend her honor.

The two young tods looked at each other before one reached for a fat money bag tied to his waist with a maroon sash.

Kali held up a scaly paw, “Time for that later, you boys look hungry.  Come inside.”  She held open the flap of her tent for them to go in.  She caught herself staring at the boys’ tight abs and tighter hindquarters.

Inside, Maureen had the children.  Ruby and Iomer both nursed from her breasts while Caryn cooked fish and some vegetables in a cast-iron pan over flaming coals.  She fanned the fumes with her wings so they did not fill the tent, and the fumes left through a vent constructed in the roof of their hut.

Both looked up as the tall young males stumbled awkwardly into their humble abode.  Caryn smiled politely to them, though she resolved that she would not give herself to these foxes.  Canines, as she’d learned from a previous visit, had knots and those things made her ache something awful when they got stuck in her.

Maureen had her paws full taking care of the kids but still offered a kind smile to the visiting males, “Come right in, sit down, young travelers.”

Kali closed the flap behind her after walking in.  She turned just as the two foxes sat down with their legs crossed carefully beneath them.  She sat with them, as her son was given his baby food by Caryn.  Kali introduced herself, her mates then their children to the remarkably polite teenagers.

Caryn served the foxes some of the salmon.  They thanked her then ate the food.

Kali laid down some quick ground rules while they ate, “Now... I’m sure you boys must have heard some interesting things about us birdies, hmm?  How we give ourselves to cuties like you for some of your money.  It is true, however, you boys are in my hut, under my roof, so you must follow a few rules before you can... Enjoy yourselves.” She smiled, “These lovely ladies here with me, they are my wives... Yes, wives.  That is allowed here in our village.  Either way, Maureen and Caryn are off limits; you don’t touch them, you don’t so much as look at them wrong, unless they allow it and they are their own people, so they are free to do whatever they wish, right ladies?”

Maureen and Caryn both nodded in unison, “Of course, Kali.”

Kali kept going, “You will also not touch our children, not one claw on their little heads.  If you can’t follow these few simple rules, you can just get the hell out now.  And, if you boys even think you can hurt me or my girls...”  She pulled out her biggest hunting knife she had, then drove it threateningly into the small table the foxes were eating off of.

Both teenagers gulped.

Kali cracked a smile, “Are we clear, boys?”

Both nodded quickly.

Kali pulled her knife free and sheathed it, “Then... Let’s not waste more time on words... I know what you want.”  She crawled over to her bed, lewdly allowing her loincloth to fall wayside and show off her firm butt.  She untied it and let it fall off completely.

One fox crawled after her and his eager hands filled with her soft feathery butt.

Kali cooed playfully and pushed her rear back against the young male’s exploring hands.

Maureen didn’t feel like being left out on this.  She passed the children off to Caryn before she went up to the other fox.

Caryn sat there holding the babies now, sighing comically while she watched her two mates help the foxes out of their vests and their trousers.

Once both tods were naked, their respective females were all over them.

Kali had hers on his back, moaning while she dragged her moist slit over his erecting foxhood.  She preened his neckfur and pinched his nipples, making the youth whimper while she teased him.

Maureen locked muzzles with her chosen lover, she let him put her on her back and, with little preamble, she felt the young fox penetrate her swollen vulva.  She held him as he pushed inside her, she wasn’t wet enough yet, and she was still very tight.

Kali chirped in her lover’s ear when she allowed him in and felt the youth spread her tight slit with his young cock.

Maureen’s mate for the moment was an eager-to-please young fox, already happy that he could be inside such a beautiful, voluptuous female.  He slowed once, so he could sample her nipples.  He suckled fresh mother’s milk from her breast and Maureen allowed it before she impatiently bucked to remind him of his task at hand.  Neither he nor his equally addled brother seemed to question why a pine marten was living with birds, neither cared right now.

Kali rode her selected mate, letting him guide her with his groping paws on her butt, pulling her off his cock then pushing up in her as she pushed back down on him.

Caryn tended to the babies while her mates worked with these two handsome males.  From her viewpoint, she could see both identical pairs of fox balls jostling as the two worked hard to please these females.  Though she didn’t fancy canines, she had to admit, she’d probably give Maureen’s one a spin.  She thought he was the cutest of the pair.  She loved the faces he was making with each thrust, the little whimpers and barks he let go as he mated with the pine marten.  Caryn watched his plump balls battering away at Maureen’s labia as the fox’s speed increased.

Maureen arched against him, feeling the fox’s precum squirting inside her, through her cervix.

Kali felt the same sensations as her fox drew near to his own climax.

Eventually, it was an unofficial race to see which brother would cross the finish line first.

Caryn finally couldn’t help herself.  She scooted closer, Ruby still clutched under one arm.  Caryn reached out and she caught the balls of Maureen’s fox in her hand.

That surprise hand pushed him over and he plunged his knot inside, tying himself with her before his balls clenched.  With a loud yip, heard by giggling birds who passed by outside, the young fox erupted long strings of his young seed into the fertile female beneath him.

Kali heard the unified moans of her colleague and her fox, not wishing to be outdone, Kali slammed herself hard on her lover’s knot, tying with him as the young male began bucking into her, spraying down his female’s insides with his own potent batch.

Caryn rolled the balls she held, enjoyed how they pulsed in her grasp while this male continued to pump more potential kits into Maureen.  Their genes would not mix, but it was nice to fantasize.

Maureen simply enjoyed laying with another mammal, as much as she was madly in love with her savior, Kali, it was nice to feel another mammal's seed warm her.

...

Nestor was in his hut, after having pumped his offering inside both vixens, now he fed his son his food while Feroz took advantage of the situation and bred with the two vixens, with the eagle’s cum still warming their insides.

Nestor chuckled, “I told you this would be a good idea, Feroz.”

The vulture certainly enjoyed the perks, whatever part of him wished ill of this plan had since evaporated.

...

Meanwhile, on the outer ridge of the village, two lone birds stalked outside, except they weren’t alone.  Accompanying them was a wolf with a scar on his cheek.

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