Flying and Mating Feathers


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Ono, Tamaa, and Zazu had agreed to meet at the edge of the backlands, a place where the tall grass whispered secrets to the passing breeze and the shadows held whispers of the unknown. The sun had dipped just below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the landscape that painted the sky with streaks of orange and purple. It was here that they could speak without the fear of being overheard by the pride or the other animals of the Pride Lands.

Ono, the keen-eyed egret, was the first to arrive to a secluded spot in the backlands, his white feathers stark against the blue sky and the dry earth bellow. His sharp eyes scanned the area, ensuring that he was indeed alone. Satisfied, he tucked his wings in and perched on a solitary acacia branch, the thorns a mere trifle to his nimble talons.

Zazu, the uptight hornbill, flapped his way over, his blue feathers and beak ruffled from the journey. He landed with a flourish and a peck at a pesky fly. "Punctuality is a virtue," he announced, his beak curling into a knowing smile.

Tamaa, the clever yet a little annoying drongo, was the last to come by, rolling in with a small cloud of dust that clung to his dark-blue feathered body. "Sorry, I was joking around some zebras and they keep asking more..." he said agitating his wings fast as he landed on the land, his talons pinking some dust while at it.

"Alright," Ono announced, his voice low and serious, "The coast is clear. Let's get to it." His eyes darted to the sky, ensuring that no prying eyes were watching from above, and then he turned to his companions.

Tamaa's eyes had been roaming over Ono's sleek, white wings for a while now. The way they reflected the last of the sun's rays made them seem almost ethereal. "Ono," he began, his voice a little shaky with excitement, "Your wings are so... so..." He couldn't quite find the words to express his admiration.

Zazu, on the other hand, had been eyeing Tamaa's black talons, noticing how sharp and strong they looked, perfect for a firm grip during a mating flight. "Tamaa," he said, his own voice carrying a hint of eagerness, "Your talons are quite... impressive."

All the gentle talking was kind of embarrassing for Ono, but it was necessary for their 'boners' to start to grew and the arousal was high enough to take it to the sky.

With a nod from Ono, the mating act began. It was a dance of wings and talons, of beaks and feathers. They took to the sky, their hearts pounding in their chests as they climbed higher and higher. The wind rushed past them, carrying their cries of passion. Their bodies entwined in mid-air, their talons tangling as they sought to hold each other tightly. It was a moment of pure animal instinct, unbridled and free from the constraints of their daily lives in the Pride Lands.

Tamaa was the most energetic, looping and diving around the other two, his bright black tail feathers fluttering with excitement, grasping both and grappling his talons, locking himself with Ono. Zazu, more formal in his approach, kept a steady yet slow rhythm, his wings beating in a graceful pattern that spoke of his royal job, a linear grapple from his talons were was Tamaa was feeling while also took this one's dick down his own beak to not just taste the moment but also the very act itself.
Ono's eyes were half-closed, his head thrown back in ecstasy as Tamaa's dick dug in, the sensation of the drongo's feathers brushing against his own sending shivers down his tail. He could feel the tension building in his body, the heat growing in his belly, as the two birds moved together in a harmony that was as ancient as the Pride Lands themselves.

Ono's heart raced. He'd heard tales of such flights, but never experienced one himself. The thought of soaring through the skies with Tamaa and Zazu, which shared his same desires and mate-pairing. As their bodies entwined in a fierce mating, it was thrilling for the egret. But he played it cool.

Their mating flight grew more intense, their cries echoing through the backlands, but were unheard by the wildlife below them, their wings beating in a symphony of passion.
Tamaa, the sleek drongo had a mischievous glint in his eye, flitted alongside Ono, locking his wings their wings interlocking briefly as they played in the air currents. His feathers, a stark black against Ono's white plumage, whispered how exited they were. The bond between them was oddly growing, a silent promise of the union that was to unfold.
As they reached the peak of their flight, their bodies entwined, Ono and Tamaa's talons locked together in an intimate embrace that was as surprising as it was erotic. Their beaks met in a delicate dance, each taking turns to explore the other's slick, hardened member, the heat of their arousal a stark contrast to the coolness of the air around them. The sensation was overwhelming, a fusion of pleasure and instinct that sent tremors through their feathered forms.

Ono felt a thrill as Tamaa's beak closed around him, the gentle pressure sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. His own beak was busy with the drongo's cock, his tongue flicking and teasing in a rhythm that mirrored their flight. The friction was exquisite, the taste of pre-cum on his tongue an intoxicating blend of salt and musk. He could feel Tamaa's excitement growing, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts that matched the pulse of his cock in Ono's mouth.
Tamaa's sharp eyes searched Ono's for any sign of discomfort, but only found a deep, burning hunger that matched his own. The drongo's beak was a skilled instrument, his tongue adeptly navigating every ridge and vein, bringing forth a symphony of sensations that had the egret gripping the air with his talons.

Their eyes met, and in that brief moment, the world fell away. The only things that mattered were the two of them, joined together in a mating ritual as old as the skies they danced in. The trust between them was absolute, as they moved in perfect harmony, each knowing the other's needs and desires without the need for words. The sun, high above, cast a warm glow over their union, a silent witness to the passion that flared between them.

After a while, Ono's beak change its target. Zazu watched with a mix of fascination and envy. He shifted his grip, moving his talons to support Ono's neck and freeing his own beak to join in the intimate embrace. The three of them moved together in a delicate dance, their wings beating in sync as they shared in an act that transcended friendship and duty. It was a moment of raw, primal need, and they were all eager to satisfy it.

Their cries grew louder as the tension built, their feathers ruffling in the wind. Below them, the land grew smaller, a patchwork of colors and shapes that blurred together as their world narrowed to the three of them and their mating ritual. Ono felt the heat building in his belly, his body responding to the friction and pressure of the other two birds. He could feel his climax approaching, a crescendo of pleasure that was as surprising as it was intense.

Tamaa's talons tightened around him, his own cries growing more urgent. Ono could sense the drongo was close to release as well, his body quivering with the effort of maintaining their aerial embrace. And then, as if on cue, they reached their peak together, their bodies convulsing with the power of their orgasms. The sky was filled with their cries, echoing across the backlands as they reached the pinnacle of their shared passion.


As they reached the peak of their flight, the sun dipped even lower, casting them in a soft, warm light that seemed to highlight their every movement. The world below them was a blur of colors, the Pride Lands stretching out in a vast, untouched canvas that seemed to hold its breath as it watched them. They were at the pinnacle of their union, feeling the rush of the wind and the beat of their hearts as one.

The mating flight was intense and exhilarating, a maelstrom of flapping wings and clutching talons. They spun and twirled in the air, their hearts racing as one. The world below was forgotten, their only concern the union they shared above the earth.
Ono's body stiffened, his wings momentarily still, as he released a cry that echoed through the heavens. His hot cum shot forth, filling both Tamaa's and Zazu's beaks, the taste of his release a testament to their unity. The drongo and hornbill swallowed, their eyes never leaving Ono's, their own arousal reaching fever pitch as they reveled in the intensity of the moment.
Their wings beat faster now, a blur of feathers and color against the blue sky. Their bodies moved as one, a tapestry of pleasure and need. Zazu's beak was warm and wet, the feel of it around Ono's cock sending bolts of lightning through his body. The hornbill's tongue danced in a way that only a creature of the skies could, flicking and caressing with a precision that left Ono trembling.

With a final, guttural cry, Ono reached his peak, his cock pulsing in a frenzy as he released his seed into Tamaa's eager beak again. The drongo took it all, his throat working as he swallowed, his eyes never leaving Ono's. The bond between them grew stronger with each beat of their hearts, their friendship now etched with the intimacy of this moment.

As the intensity of their union began to wane, they broke apart, their wings still fluttering with the aftermath. They hovered in the air, panting and spent, but eager for more...


Ono felt his talons tighten around Tamaa's cock, the slickness of his own release making the grip slippery yet firm. The drongo's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure as he moaned, his body arching slightly as he felt the egret's beak caress his sensitive tip. Zazu watched intently, his own arousal evident in the way his tail feathers quivered and his neck pulsed with desire. He leaned in, his beak nudging aside Ono's, eager to share in the intimacy of the moment.

Together, the three of them found a new rhythm, their beaks moving in unison as they tasted each other's passion. The sensation was indescribable, a mix of textures and flavors that only served to inflame their desire. They grappled with each other's talons, not in combat, but in a gentle embrace that provided the stability they needed to maintain their midair ecstasy.

Their feathers ruffled and bodies quivered as they drew closer once more, the heat of their mating dance palpable even amidst the cool breeze that caressed their dampened forms. The world below was a distant memory as they focused solely on the sensations that pulsed through their bodies, each caress of their beaks sending new waves of pleasure.

Zazu was the first to break the silence, his voice low and gruff with need. "Again," he urged, his beak moving away from Tamaa's cock to allow Ono full access. The drongo's eyes snapped open, a look of pure lust and consent etched on his face. He reached for Zazu, his talons finding purchase on the hornbill's body as he drew him closer.
The drongo's eyes rolled back in his head at the sensation, and he let out a guttural cry that echoed through the skies. His legs began to wobble, the effort of holding himself aloft while receiving such intense pleasure threatening to overwhelm him. Ono, ever the skilled lover, sensed his partner's impending climax and quickened his pace, his beak moving faster and faster over the drongo's cock.

Suddenly, with a final, desperate cry, Tamaa came, his seed spurting out in a hot, sticky jet that painted the sky. Ono swallowed eagerly, the taste of victory and satisfaction mingling with the rich flavor of the drongo's climax. They hovered there for a moment, locked together, before gravity began to take its toll, and they both descended towards the earth a bit, their bodies still quivering with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Their mating was not just a physical act, but a bonding of spirits. They were not just birds of the Lion Guard, but lovers in the vast expanse of the Pride Lands sky. As they continued their erotic dance, their hearts pounded in time with the drums of the savanna, their love echoing through the air like the roar of a triumphant lion.

Their mating grew more urgent, their movements more demanding. The sun was dipping below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over their intertwined forms. The shadows grew longer, but their passion did not wane. They were a tapestry of desire, a testament to the depth of their connection, and a secret shared only by the clouds and the wind.

Their breaths grew ragged, their beaks moving faster and faster, driven by an unspoken need to reach that pinnacle of pleasure once more. Tamaa's eyes rolled back, his body tensing, as he felt the climax approaching. Ono and Zazu could feel it too, their own arousal reaching a crescendo as they pushed him closer to the edge.
Ono looked at Zazu too with a knowing smile, his beak still glistening with Tamaa's essence. The hornbill's gaze was ravenous, and Ono knew what he wanted. He stepped aside, allowing Zazu to take his place, his own arousal still potent despite the recent release. The two birds embraced, their beaks moving in a frenzied dance, feathers ruffling with every touch.

Their mating was intense, a whirlwind of wings and claws, their bodies tangling together in a passionate ballet of desire. Each thrust was punctuated by a sharp cry from Tamaa, his eyes never leaving Ono's, as if to say, "I'm yours, always."

In a flash of pure ecstasy, Tamaa came, his seed spurting into the egret's eager mouth. Ono swallowed greedily, savoring the taste of his lover's release. The drongo's body went limp with satisfaction, his talons still entwined with Ono's. The egret's cock throbbed in response, and with a final, desperate lick from Zazu, he too reached his peak, his warm essence joining Tamaa's in the hornbill's beak.
They hovered there for a moment longer, their hearts racing in unison, their breaths mingling in the stillness of the air. And then, as if by some silent agreement, they pulled apart, their wings spread wide to glide back down to the safety of the earth.

Their talons unlocked, but wanting to explore more....



As they descended back to earth, their wings heavy and their breaths ragged, they broke apart, landing unsteadily in dry land. They lay there for a moment, panting, their hearts racing from the exertion. The world had shifted for them in that brief moment, their bond stronger than ever. They knew that this was a secret they would carry with them, a shared experience that would forever change the way they saw each other.

The moment their talons unlocked and their feet touched the ground, the three of them couldn't help but burst into laughter. The tension, the intensity of their mating flight, and the sheer absurdity of their situation overwhelmed them. They looked at each other, their feathers sticky with their shared passion, and the laughter grew louder. It was a laughter of relief, of joy, of the pure, unbridled exhilaration that came from giving into their most primal desires.

Ono's cheeks were flushed, his eyes sparkling with mirth as he looked at Tamaa and Zazu. The drongo was grinning widely, his feathers ruffled in all directions, and Zazu's was a deep shade of red that matched the setting sun. They had never felt so alive, so connected to each other, and the release of endorphins was intoxicating. They staggered slightly as they tried to stand, their legs wobbly from the exertion of their airborne 'acrobatics'.

Though their bodies were already slick with the evidence of their passion, the hunger between them was far from satiated. Tamaa's eyes, still glazed with desire, trailed down from their faces to the sticky mess that coated their feathers. He let out a low chuckle, a sound that was both playful and predatory.

With a grace that belied his newfound urgency, his gaze never leaving the other two birds. His eyes zeroed in on their tails, the feathers ruffled and parted in invitation. The thought of plunging into that tight, unexplored opening sent a thrill through his body, and his cock, already beginning to flag, sprang back to attention.

Ono and Zazu watched as Tamaa's gaze grew more intense, their own arousal rekindling at the prospect of this new act of intimacy. They shifted closer to each other, their bodies pressing together as the drongo approached, his beak parted in a grin that promised untold pleasure. They felt the warmth of his breath against their tails, the gentle brush of his feathers as he positioned himself.


Ono was the first to lean back, presenting himself to Tamaa without hesitation. The drongo's beak traced the length of his tail, the tip lingering at the base where it met his body. He could feel the other bird's excitement, the heat of his breath and the gentle nibbling that sent shivers down his spine. And then, with a swiftness that took him by surprise, Tamaa's beak closed around the base of his tail, the pressure sending a jolt of pleasure through him.

Zazu, not one to be left out, arched his neck to give Tamaa better access to his own tail. The hornbill's eyes were half-lidded, his breath coming in shallow gasps as he felt the drongo's beak explore him. The sensation was strange, yet exhilarating, a blend of the familiar and the new that had his pulse racing once more.

Tamaa's tongue darted out, tasting the salty musk of their mating, and then, with a gentle nip, he began to probe. His beak slid over their feathers, searching for the sensitive spots that would make them squirm. Ono's tail quivered in response, his legs giving out slightly as he leaned into the sensation.

Their moans melded with the sounds of the savanna, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very earth beneath them. The sun had dipped below the horizon now, leaving them bathed in the soft, warm light of the setting sun. The sky was a canvas of pinks and purples, the stars just beginning to peek out as they continued their mating ritual.

Tamaa's beak grew bolder, his tongue pushing against the tight openings of their tails. Ono and Zazu both stiffened, their bodies tensing as they felt the promise of even more pleasure to come. The drongo's eyes glinted with excitement as he switched his attention between them, eager to give each the full measure of his skill.

The anticipation was almost too much to bear, the tension coiling in their bellies like a spring ready to snap. They knew that this was just the beginning, that the night held more passion and more secrets for them to uncover. But for now, all that mattered was the feel of Tamaa's beak, the warmth of each other's bodies, and the thrill of exploring this new, intimate way together.

The three of them shifted in a fluid motions, each eager to experience every inch of the other. They tumbled to the ground, their wings and legs still fluttering as if they were still soaring through the skies. Ono's tail was a blur of white feathers as Tamaa's beak worked its magic, the egret's body arching and twitching with each touch.

Zazu watched, his chest heaving, his own tail feathers splayed wide in invitation. The sight of Ono's ecstasy was almost too much to take, and he felt his own need growing with every passing moment. When Tamaa finally pulled away, his beak glistening with their combined release, the hornbill wasted no time in taking his place.

The drongo's tongue darted out, licking a path up Zazu's tail, sending shockwaves of pleasure through the older bird's body. It was a sensation he had never felt before, and he couldn't help but let out a low, guttural moan as Tamaa's beak closed around his opening, the pressure building as the drongo began to probe deeper.

Their legs kicked up dirt and grass as they moved together, their wings flapping madly. It was as if their bodies had forgotten the solidity of the ground beneath them, their instincts still bound to the sky. The scents of their mating filled the air, a heady mix of arousal and satisfaction that only served to drive them further.

Ono watched as Zazu's eyes rolled back in his head, the hornbill's feathers ruffling with each stroke of Tamaa's beak. He felt a strange mix of jealousy and excitement, the desire to be the one causing that reaction warring with the knowledge that he had felt that very same pleasure just moments before.

As Zazu's climax approached, his moans grew louder, his body convulsing as he reached the peak of his pleasure. Tamaa's beak worked faster, his tongue delving deeper, until with a final, shuddering gasp, the hornbill released his seed into the drongo's eager mouth.

They lay there, panting and spent, their bodies tangled in a mess of feathers and limbs.

With renewed energy, they disentangled themselves, their eyes alight with excitement. They knew that there was more to come, more to explore and more to experience. The night was young, and the Pride Lands were vast, offering an endless playground for their desires.

Tamaa was the first to regain his footing, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked from one to the other. "Who's next?" he asked, his voice a low purr that seemed to vibrate through their very small bones.

Ono and Zazu exchanged a knowing look, the same unspoken question hanging in the air between them. The answer was clear: they were all ready, eager to taste the sky once more.
Once on the ground, Ono let the other birds to 'molest' him, using the remaining on their dicks to 'mark' the egret all over his body. The egret's cries grew more ragged with every thrust and peck, his eyes fluttering shut as the intense pleasure overwhelmed him. Each bird took a turn, leaving him a cum-covered mess, a testament to the passionate fervor that had erupted in the skies. Their feathers, once vibrant and gleaming, were now matted and sticky with the evidence of their carnality.

Tamaa, ever the instigator, took the lead again, his beak grabbing hold of Ono's neck, guiding him towards a nearby tree. His own member was now fully erect, and he was eager to claim his prize. With a grace that belied the raw desire coursing through him, Tamaa perched on a sturdy branch, his tail feathers fanning out as he beckoned Ono closer.

The egret's legs trembled with anticipation as he was hoisted up by the other birds, their talons digging into his own as they held him aloft. The moment of truth was upon him, and he could feel his body responding, his own arousal peaking. As they positioned him over Tamaa, he felt the tip of the drongo's shaft pressing against his entrance, a gentle but insistent prod that made his heart race.

With a collective chirp of excitement from the other birds, they released their grip, sending him plummeting down onto Tamaa. The drongo's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he felt Ono's tightness clench around him, the sensation sending a shiver of pleasure through his entire being. Ono's eyes shot open, his beak parting in a silent scream as he was filled completely. The mating was brutal and unyielding, a dance of instinct and lust that left no bird untouched, no part of them unexplored. The air was thick with the scent of arousal and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh, punctuated by the occasional squawk of pleasure or pain. It was a wild, primal scene that could not be contained or tamed.

Wings tangled, beaks interlocked in a fierce kiss, talons digging into bark and feathers. Tamaa thrust into Ono with a vigor that seemed to shake the very tree, his every movement a declaration of dominance and desire. Ono's eyes rolled back in his head, his own body responding in kind, pushing back to meet every thrust in eagerness.
Tamaa's wings flapped erratically as he began to thrust into Ono, the branch creaking under their combined weight. His beak was buried in Ono's spread-wide wings, pulling and tugging as if trying to merge their bodies into one. The egret's own wings hung limp, his body now fully under the drongo's control, his mind a haze of pleasure and submission.

Then, with a wobble, Zazu, the wise old hornbill, found his footing amidst the frenzied scene. Despite his tiredness, a fire burned in his eyes as he took in the display before him. He waddled closer, his own arousal apparent as his feathers ruffled and his tail swayed. Ono's beak was still, his eyes glazed over, but Tamaa noticed the movement from the corner of his eye. With a cunning smirk, he side-step just enough to allow Zazu to take the opportunity to join in.

The hornbill wasted no time, his own member bobbing with excitement as he approached the entwined pair. He targeted Ono's open, panting beak and, without warning, pushed into the warm, wet cavern. Ono's eyes rolled back in his head as a new sensation filled him, his beak stretching to accommodate Zazu's girth. The sensation was overwhelming, a strange mix of fullness and submission that sent bolts of electricity through his body.

The three of them became a tangle of feathers and limbs, each movement a symphony of pleasure and pain. The air grew even more charged as the other birds watched, their own desires kindling at the sight before them. The mating flight had turned into an avian orgy, each participant driven by the raw instinct to claim and be claimed, to give and receive pleasure in the most primal of ways.

Zazu's thrusts grew more vigorous, his hips moving in a steady rhythm that matched Tamaa's own. The sound of feathers and flesh slapping together filled the clearing, a testament to their unbridled passion. Ono's eyes darted between the two, his own body a canvas of sensation as he was filled by one and watched by the other. His cries grew louder, his beak tightening around Zazu's shaft as he neared climax. The tension grew palpable, a coil of desire that could not be denied.

With a final, powerful thrust, Zazu released his load deep into Ono's beak, to then his belly, the warmth of his seed a stark contrast to the coolness of the air. The egret's body convulsed around the hornbill, his own orgasm crashing through him like a tidal wave. Meanwhile, Tamaa watched with a mix of envy and excitement, his own need reaching a fever pitch. He pulled out with a wet pop, his shaft glistening with the remnants of Ono's juices.

Tamaa was the first to got positioned himself behind the spent egret, his beak grabbing onto Ono's tail feathers as he lined himself up. The drongo's member was slick with precum and sweat, and as he pushed into the tight, puckered hole, Ono's body tensed, the pain mingling with the lingering pleasure from his first release. Tamaa's eyes rolled back, his beak parting in a silent roar as he claimed his prize, filling Ono completely with his own hot seed.
For a few moments, the clearing was still, the only sounds the heavy panting of the three birds and the distant calls of others joining in the mating frenzy. Then, Tamaa withdrew, his wings drooping slightly from the exertion. He perched beside Ono, who was now panting, his chest heaving with every breath. Zazu took his place, his beak tenderly pecking Ono's neck, pecking at his feathers in a gentle, loving manner that seemed at odds with the rough mating that had just occurred.

The hornbill's eyes searched Tamaa's, and in that moment, the drongo understood. He was to be next. The anticipation grew, a delicious thrill that sent his heart racing. He leaned in, allowing Zazu's beak to trace a path along his neck, down to his chest, and finally to his own member, which was now standing proudly.

Zazu took his time, his tongue flicking out to taste the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip. Tamaa's breath hitched as the hornbill took him into his mouth, his beak working in a slow, deliberate motion that had him squirming with need.
As Zazu worked, Tamaa could feel his orgasm building, his wings trembling in anticipation. He let out a keening cry, his hips bucking as he shot his load into the hornbill's mouth. Zazu swallowed with a gulp, his eyes never leaving Tamaa's.

Ono felt a strange sense of satisfaction, his body now covered in the scents and fluids of his new mates. But as the waves of pleasure began to recede, so did his strength. His eyes grew heavy, and his wings drooped. He was vaguely aware of Tamaa and Zazu's intense focus on one another, but the world grew fuzzy around the edges. His breaths grew shallower, and soon he could feel nothing but the cool ground beneath him. The sounds of the forest melded together into a gentle hum, lulling him into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Zazu pulled back, his beak glistening, and followed Tamaa's gaze. Concern etched lines on the hornbill's face as he took in the egret's unresponsive form. They had pushed Ono too far, lost in their own desires. Gently, they rolled him onto his side, checking for signs of life. To their relief, his chest rose and fell, but his eyes remained closed.

Panic set in, and the two of them worked together to clean the sticky mess from Ono's feathers, using the softest touches they could manage. They whispered apologies and reassurances, not knowing if he could hear them. As they worked, their passion cooled into a gentle, caring warmth. They had claimed him as theirs, and now they had to make sure he was okay.

When Ono finally stirred, it was to the gentle stroking of Zazu's beak along his cheek. He blinked sleepily, his gaze focusing on the two concerned faces above him. Tamaa's eyes were wide with worry, and Zazu looked almost apologetic. The egret managed a weak smile, his body aching from the intensity of their mating. He knew they had been rough, but he also knew that it was what he had needed, what they all had needed.

They helped him to his feet, supporting him as his legs wobbled. The clearing was now quiet, the other birds having dispersed, leaving the three of them in a cocoon of intimacy. They huddled together, wings brushing against each other in a silent show of solidarity.

Ono looked at his companions, a mix of bewilderment and excitement in his eyes. "Well," he said, his voice still a little shaky, "I guess we should... talk about this?"

Tamaa just chuckled, releasing his grip and straightening up. "No need," he said with a wink. "We're all friends here. Besides, who's going to tell?"

Zazu, ever the diplomat, nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed," he murmured, "What happens in the backlands, stays in the backlands."

But that doesn't stayed in the backlands...

It nested into their bellies...


When the next meeting was upheld, Ono and Zazu was shocked to find out they were pregnant, looking more onto the topic, they noticed one of them was sick with a passive disease that out-turns nature himself, but no one of the birds knew witch one was.

It was propably for the best, so no one could blame each other, the only thing left to do now was.... took it to heart and take care of their offspring.
The following weeks passed in a blur of confusion and concern as the truth of their condition began to sink in. Ono and Zazu, both proud and strong because of their jobs, had never expected to bear young, let alone under these peculiar circumstances. They of course kept their secret of their shared burden.

The day of the second meeting arrived, the sun casting its golden glow over the Pride Lands. They had chosen a secluded spot, a small clearing surrounded by tall grasses that whispered secrets to the breeze. As they gathered, the tension in the air was palpable, thick with anticipation and fear of what was to come. Tamaa looked at them, his gaze shifting from one to the other, trying to discern who bore the heavier weight of their shared predicament.

With a shared nod, they each began to prepare themselves for the strange ritual that lay ahead. The ground was warm and welcoming beneath their webbed feet, and they took turns laying their eggs, each one a symbol of their love and the mystery that bound them. The act was as painful as it was erotic, their bodies trembling with the effort as they pushed forth the fruits of their union.

Their arousal grew with each egg, a confusing mix of pain and pleasure that had them all panting and trembling. They could feel the life within each one, a pulse of energy that was as thrilling as it was terrifying. They had no idea what the outcome of this unnatural mating would be, but they were all determined to protect and cherish whatever emerged from the delicate shells.

After laying their eggs, two from each, the three of them huddled around the small clutch, their bodies still quivering with the aftermath of their passion. They had agreed to take turns caring for the eggs, to share the burden and the joy of what was to come. It was a pact born of love and necessity, and they knew that together, they could face whatever challenges the future held.

Ono took the first watch, his feathers ruffling gently as he settled over the eggs. Zazu and Tamaa, their own lust momentarily sated, lay beside him, their wings outstretched to offer warmth and protection. They talked in hushed tones, their voices a mix of wonder and concern. The disease they carried was a silent specter, one that could claim any one of them without warning. Yet, they pushed aside the fear, focusing instead on the task at hand: to nurture the six eggs and bring new life into their flock.


The morning after the second mating flight, the trio awoke to find their eggs had hatched. Six squawking, featherless hatchlings stared up at them, their beaks gaping in hunger. The sight of them sent a jolt of panic through Ono's body, his feathers ruffling with a mix of excitement and fear. He had never expected to be a father, let alone to creatures that were a mix of his own kind and the very birds he had once feared.

The anticipation grew with each passing day, the tension in the air thick with excitement. They could feel the life within the eggs, the fluttering of tiny wings and the beating of tiny hearts. It was a reminder of the love that had brought them together, a love that was now manifesting in the most miraculous of ways.

Ono felt his body swell with pride as he gazed at the eggs, knowing that within them lay the future of not just their line, but the very essence of what it meant to be part of the Circle of Life. They had defied expectations, and now, as they awaited the new life that would soon emerge, they were ready to embrace whatever destiny had in store for them.

In the heart of the Pride Lands, under the shade of a sprawling baobab tree, a clutch of six bird hatchlings squawked and fluttered their wings with excitement. Their feathers were an unusual patchwork, a blend of hornbill, egret, and drongo lineages. Their beaks, sharp and pointed, were a clear testament to their hornbill fathers' legacy, while their graceful necks and wings mirrored the elegance of their egret mothers. Yet, it was their eyes that truly captured the essence of their diverse heritage each a vibrant jewel of blue, green, and yellow, brimming with curiosity and a nascent intelligence that seemed to dance in the dappled sunlight.

The hatchlings looked up at their guardians, three figures that stood out amidst the savannah grasses.

The air was thick with anticipation as the hatchlings stumbled over their own feet, eager to explore the vast world around them. They squawked and nudged each other, vying for attention as they tested their wings for the first time. Each had a distinct personality, a blend of their parental influences that manifested in curious ways. One had the meticulous nature of an egret, carefully picking at the ground for insects, while another displayed the boldness of a drongo, daring to flap its wings with reckless abandon.

The guardians watched with a mix of pride and trepidation. They had come together under the most unorthodox of circumstances, their union a silent promise to safeguard these precious lives. The Pride Lands had never seen a trio quite like them, fortunate for them, they were taken like 'odd' brids, never learning their parents' identeties, so Simba and Kion let Ono more free time to take care of the little birds.

Zazu and Tamaa shared a look of awe, their eyes reflecting the love and fear that filled their hearts. They had created something entirely new, something that was both a reflection of their love and a symbol of their unity. They had no idea how the Pride Lands would react to these hybrid offspring, but they knew that they would stand together to protect them, come what may.

The days turned into weeks, and the hatchlings grew. They learned to fly under the watchful eyes of their fathers, their feathers sprouting in a wild array of colors that mirrored their mixed heritage. Ono felt his heart swell with pride as he watched them soar through the sky, their cries of joy a testament to the love that had brought them into being.

As they watched their hatchlings grow, they knew that their love was more than just a fleeting moment in the sky. It was a bond that had created life, and it was a bond that would endure through whatever trials the future might hold. They were no longer just Ono, Zazu, and Tamaa; they were a family, united by the most primal of instincts and the most profound of emotions.

Ono, the wise and watchful egret, couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as he observed the youngsters. Their first attempts at flight were clumsy, but the joy in their squawks as they glided and hovered filled him with a warmth that spread through his feathers.

Zazu, the meticulous hornbill, hovered nearby, offering gentle encouragement and the occasional firm nudge. His own offspring had inherited his sharp beak and Ono's keen instincts, and he watched with a critical eye, ensuring they learned the precision required to navigate the treetops and the skies. His heart swelled as they took to the air, their flapping wings a reminder of the love and companionship that had led to this moment.

Tamaa, the mischievous drongo, on the other hand, couldn't resist the urge to play pranks on the young fliers. He'd dart and dive, mimicking the erratic flight patterns of the tsetse flies they were named after, sending the hatchlings into fits of laughter and exasperation. His own young ones had picked up his cheeky habits, and their antics often had the entire group in stitches.

But amidst the playful banter and the gentle guidance, Ono began to notice something peculiar. Several of the young birds, Don, Keyla, and Silver, were already showing signs of the same eagerness for "feathered action" that had brought their fathers together. They would peck playfully at each other, their eyes gleaming with excitement, and their feathers fluttering with the promise of burgeoning attraction.

However, that wasn't something to worry, that was something to be expected, desired even. Their flirtatious exchanges in the air were filled with grace and speed, a silent ballet of feathers and beaks that spoke of a bond forming far earlier than their fathers had anticipated. The other hatchlings watched with a mix of curiosity and envy, some already beginning to mimic their elders' playful 'meetings'.

The days grew longer and the young ones grew stronger. Their games of tag turned into fierce aerial chases, their squawks echoing through the savanna. It was clear that Don, Keyla, and Silver had found something special in each other. Ono and Zazu exchanged knowing glances, feeling the tension build as the trio grew bolder in their displays of affection.
One day, as the sun dipped low and painted the horizon in a riot of oranges and purples, the three of them took to the skies together. They danced and dove, their feathers intertwining in a mesmerizing spectacle. The birds watched, their hearts fluttering with a mix of excitement and nostalgia for their own youthful romances.

Tamaa, ever the trickster, decided to take the opportunity to teach them a lesson about the seriousness of mating rituals.

Silver, with her snow-white wings shimmering in the fading light, took the lead, weaving around Tamaa in a delicate dance of seduction. Her movements were fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to the rough and tumble games she had played with the others. Tamaa, though caught off-guard by her sudden boldness, couldn't help but feel a thrill. He played along, his dark feathers ruffling as she brushed against him.

Ono watched with a knowing smile, recognizing the signs of attraction. He knew that it was only natural for the young to explore these feelings, but he also knew that they had much to learn before they could truly understand the depth of the bond that a mating flight represented. He gently nudged Keyla and Don closer, allowing them to feel the rush of the wind on their wings as they mimicked the adults' actions.

The two of them looked up at Ono with wide eyes, unsure of what to do next. They had seen mating flights before, but the intensity of the moment was something they hadn't quite grasped until now. Keyla, a fiery spirit, took the initiative and began to flutter her wings around Don, her feathers a blur of color against the sky. Don, his heart racing, allowed himself to be guided by her, their wings entwining in a delicate embrace.

Their parents gathered around them, offering praise and advice. The bond between Ono and Zazu was palpable as they watched their offspring blossom into adulthood.

The next few days were a whirlwind of practice and preparation. The young ones were eager to master the art of mating flight, pushing themselves to new heights and speeds. They watched intently as Ono and Zazu demonstrated the intricate patterns and delicate touches that signaled a deep bond. Their hearts raced as they imagined themselves in such a passionate act.

But for now, they were content to learn and play, their hearts soaring as they took to the skies together. Each sunset brought new adventures, each sunrise a chance to grow closer. And as they grew in skill and confidence, Ono and Zazu watched with pride.

But the moment grew serious when Tamaa join the fun, pulling away from Silver and performing a series of dizzying aerial acrobatics that left her panting and disoriented. He knew that a true mating flight required focus and discipline, and he wasn't about to let these youngsters think it was all fun and games. With a stern look, he called out to the three of them, reminding them of the responsibility that came with their newfound desires.

The three young birds, fell into line, their playfulness replaced with a newfound respect for the lusty of their actions. They continued to follow Tamaa's and Ono's lead, their flight more coordinated now as they learned to read the subtle cues of attraction and commitment. As the night settled over the savanna, their mating flight came to an end, and they landed, exhausted but exhilarated.

Silver, the youngest of the trio, had always been the most imaginative and daring. As they soared through the sky together, he took the lead, looping and twirling in a display that was both mesmerizing and intimidating. Don, a bit more clumsy but earnest, struggled to keep up, his feathers ruffling with excitement. Keyla, with her sharp gaze, weaved in and out of their dance with a grace that spoke of a wisdom beyond her years.

Their mating flight grew more intense as the night approached, their wings beating in a rhythm that seemed to echo the beating of their hearts. The other hatchlings looked on in awe as Silver guided the dance, pushing the boundaries of their abilities and challenging Don and Keyla to match her every move. It was clear she had an innate understanding of the art, a talent that had not gone unnoticed by the watching elders.
Their dance grew more intense, their wings brushing against each other in a silent conversation that seemed to speak of a connection beyond mere instinct. The other hatchlings paused in their play, watching the pair with a mix of admiration and bewilderment. They could sense the change in the air, the shift from play to something far more profound.

Silver's targeted Ono's dick, an odd decision to start with, the tradition was start with a bit of foreplay so one can tell the other was arousing enough but Silver's technique was very effective, once this one was coarse out, Ono's child was able to exploit it by grabbing it with one talon and rubbing it hard and fast until it released its yummy juice inside, to then bent down and blow it across his beak, making Ono squeaked and pant hard, all in less time and less effort, kind of forcing his mate to doing most if no all the work for him. It was quite the sight to behold, a young drongo leading the dance with the confidence of a seasoned alpha, leaving the other birds to whisper in amazement.

The mating ritual between Silver and Ono was unlike any other. The young drongo/egret hybrid was relentless, pushing boundaries and showcasing an authority beyond his years. He'd often swoop in, taking the lead, and Ono, found himself succumbing to the thrill of the unexpected dominance. The air was thick with the scent of arousal, the rustling of feathers and the occasional sharp cries of pleasure piercing the evening calm.

Ono's own instincts kicked in, and he found himself eagerly participating, his long neck arching and his wings quivering with each stroke of Silver's beak. It was as if the young drongo knew exactly where to touch, how to coax the most exquisite reactions from his partner. The other hatchlings watched, their eyes wide with curiosity and a hint of envy, as Silver and Ono's mating grew more intense, a display that seemed to surpass the ordinary playfulness of their earlier flights.

The other young birds, including Don and Keyla, watched with a mix of confusion and fascination. They had seen their parents mating before, but never quite like this. The dynamics were unfamiliar, and it stirred something within them that they didn't quite understand. Tamaa, ever observant, noticed the shift in the group's dynamics and knew it was time to step in before things went too far. He had to remind them that while the thrill of the chase was exciting, there were rules and respect to be maintained within the flock.

Meanwhile, Tamaa had noticed Keyla's shy glances in his direction. Her submissive nature was a stark contrast to Silver's boldness, and it appealed to his own dominant instincts. He'd always enjoyed the thrill of the mating, and Keyla's coy behavior was like a siren's call. He began to mimic the mating calls of various birds, a talent that had earned him the reputation of the prankster among the feathered community. His imitations were so flawless that even the most discerning ears would struggle to tell them apart.

As the air grew heavier with the scent of pheromones and desire, Tamaa approached Keyla with a cunning smile on his beak. He knew she'd be receptive to his advances; he'd seen the way she'd look at him when she thought no one else was watching. He started with a gentle nuzzle, his feathers brushing against hers in a silent invitation. Keyla's eyes widened, and she let out a soft trill of excitement as she realized what was happening. She'd always been drawn to Tamaa's confidence, his ability to make her feel safe and protected.

Their mating began more tentatively than Silver and Ono's. Tamaa knew that Keyla needed a gentle touch, so he led with care, his movements precise and calculated. He whispered sweet nothings in her ear, mimicking the coos of a lovestruck dove, making her blush and giggle. Slowly, her resistance melted away, and she allowed him to guide her through the sky in a series of graceful arcs.
Eventually, the mood grew increasingly intimate as Tamaa and Keyla drew closer. Their wings entwined, and their beaks touched in a delicate dance of passion. It was a stark contrast to the more aggressive display between Silver and Ono, but no less mesmerizing. It was like a play and the savanna had become their stage, and the setting sun their spotlight, casting a warm glow over their feathery embrace.

A very noticeable feature on their pair was that Tamaa was faster to go anal with Keyla, this one let the drongo and parent do whatever he wants to her. Her willingness to submit was a perfect match for Tamaa's dominant streak, which was something he hadn't experienced with his previous mates. As they soared higher, Tamaa whispered sweet nothings into Keyla's ear, mimicking the coo of a lovesick dove, making her melt with desire. His talons traced the curve of her body, sending shivers down her spine.

But as much as he enjoyed the power play, Tamaa also knew how to read Keyla's cues. He sensed her growing excitement and took his time, savoring the moment. He gently nibbled at her neck and caressed her feathers, bringing her to a peak of pleasure that had her panting and squawking for more. His experience and her innocence blended beautifully, creating a harmony that was as mesmerizing as it was erotic.

Keyla, for her part, had acquired some of Tamaa's talent for mimicry. She began to copy his calls, her voice a soft echo of his own, filled with a passion she didn't quite understand but couldn't resist. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she surrendered to the sensations, letting him take the lead as they spiraled closer and closer together. their talons locking each other in a pursue for dominance and submission, played out in the vast expanse of the savanna sky. Eventually, sooner than later, her beautiful pink feathers were covered in white as Tamaa's orgasm reaches him.
As their mating grew more intense, Tamaa's talons gently caressed Keyla's soft underbelly, eliciting a series of breathless squeaks from her. He could feel the heat radiating from her, the anticipation building with every stroke. His own arousal grew, his body tensing with the need to claim her, to mark her as his own. But he held back, savoring the moment, knowing that the sweetness of the buildup was part of the thrill.
Their beaks locked in a fiery kiss, their tongues darting out to explore each other's mouths. Keyla's eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a soft moan that seemed to resonate through the air. Tamaa's heart raced, his feathers ruffling with excitement. He knew she was ready, and with a final nuzzle, he whispered in her ear, "Lick my talon, my love. Show me you're mine."
Keyla's eyes snapped open, and she looked at him with a mix of shock and arousal. But she obeyed, bending her neck down to tentatively touch her tongue to his talon. The gesture was filled with submission and desire, and Tamaa felt his own excitement spike. He'd never felt so powerful, so loved. He watched as she cleaned the fluids off his talon, her eyes never leaving his, and knew that this was more than just a mating actions, it was a declaration of their bond.

The other hatchlings looked on, their own curiosity piqued. Don, in particular, watched with a flicker of envy. He'd always felt a special connection with Keyla, but it was clear she'd chosen Tamaa. The realization hit him hard, and he felt his feathers droop slightly. But he knew better than to interrupt the sacred moment. Instead, he turned away, his thoughts racing as he considered his next move. He had to find his place in this new hierarchy, and perhaps there was another out there who would appreciate his gentle nature.

The air grew thick with the scent of lust and anticipation. As Tamaa and Keyla reached their climax, their cries mingled with those of Silver and Ono, who had also reached the peak of their own mating dance. The flock watched, their hearts racing, as the two pairs broke apart, their feathers glistening with sweat and desire. It was a moment of pure, unbridled passion, a reminder of the natural order that governed their lives.
But it was Keyla and Tamaa's union that remained the most captivating. With every touch, every feather-stroking caress, it was as if they were speaking a language that only the two of them understood. They'd come together in a fiery embrace, their beaks locked in a kiss that seemed to defy gravity itself. Keyla's eyes fluttered shut, and she let out a soft moan that resonated through the night air. Tamaa's dick, now fully engorged, pierced her like a bolt of lightning through the sky, filling her with a sensation that was both exhilarating and slightly painful.

The intensity grew as Tamaa's talons tightened around Keyla's body, holding her in place as he thrust into her with increasing urgency. She wrapped her legs around his torso, her own body responding to his movements with a hunger that surprised even her. The sensation of his dick inside her was foreign yet familiar, a feeling that seemed to resonate in the very core of her being.

Don, feeling a bit left out, started to mimic his father's calls as well, hoping to attract the attention of a partner. But his inexperience made his attempts sound forced and awkward. The mating going around him were telling them that there was still much to learn.
Tamaa, feeling satisfied with his conquest, took a moment to preen his feathers, basking in the afterglow of his successful seduction. Keyla hovered beside him, her eyes still filled with a mix of adoration and bewilderment. It was clear that she had enjoyed the experience, even if that meant being her father's slave. Better that than being somebody else's.

Besides, the drongo wasn't going to let his 'talon slave' be in someone else's wings...

Don's attempts at mating grew more desperate as he watched his siblings' passionate embraces. He squawked while relieving himself as always did when no being dominated around by his older sibling.

Determined not to be left behind, Don approached a young vulture named Vexa, who was perched on a distant branch watching the spectacle with a curious gaze. He'd always had a soft spot for her, despite her macabre sense of humor and her tendency to hover over the remains of the day's kills. But Vexa was different, with a sharp mind and an adventurous spirit that matched his own.
Don's heart pounded in his chest as he whispered sweet nothings to Vexa, hoping that his earnestness would melt the ice around her heart. He'd heard the rumors about vultures and their solitary ways, but he believed that every creature had the capacity for love. And as they danced in the sky, their feathers mingling in the soft glow of the moon, it seemed as though Vexa might just be the one to show him that love could indeed take wing in the most unexpected of places.

With a deep breath and a flap of his wings, Don launched into a clumsy mating dance, trying to impress her with his speed and agility. Vexa tilted her head, eyeing him with a mix of amusement and intrigue. Her black feathers shone in the fading light, and she smelled faintly of the carrion she often fed on, but to Don, she was the most beautiful creature he had ever laid eyes on.

Her sharp beak and piercing gaze seemed to see through his awkwardness, and she gave a low chuckle. It was a sound that sent a thrill through his body, a sound that told him she was willing to play along. Slowly, she spread her wings, revealing the stark white feathers underneath. It was a sign, and Don took it as his cue to move in closer, his heart racing with excitement.

Their dance was less about power and more about exploration. They dipped and soared, their wings brushing together as they tested the waters of attraction. Don's inexperience was evident, but Vexa didn't seem to mind. She guided him, her movements fluid and graceful, showing him the rhythm of the mating dance. It was a dance of discovery, each learning from the other, each moment bringing them closer together.

Their bond grew stronger with every pass, every touch, every shared look. Vexa began to respond in kind, her own mating calls joining the symphony of the savanna. Don's awkwardness faded away, replaced by a growing confidence as he felt the connection forming between them.

Tamaa and Zazu watched from afar, a proud smirk on his face. They knew their son had it in him, the same spirit that had driven them to mate. But as they watched the young's clumsy attempts, couldn't help but feel a twinge of amusement.

The young vulture was surprisingly gentle, considering her usual demeanor. Her beak, so sharp and unforgiving, traced the lines of Don's body with a tenderness that belied her kind reputation. Don, for his part, was eager to please, his eyes never leaving hers as he tried to mimic the moves he'd seen his siblings make. He was clumsy, but earnest, and Vexa found his enthusiasm endearing.

As they grew more comfortable, Vexa allowed Don to take the lead, sensing his desire to assert himself. She submitted, not out of fear or duty, but out of a nascent affection that was blossoming within her. Her feathers ruffled with anticipation as she felt his warmth against her, his inexperienced touches sending waves of pleasure through her body. It was a dance of submission, but it was also a dance of trust, a silent promise of support in the face of the unknown.

Don's confidence grew with each passing moment. He'd never felt so alive, so connected to another creature. His siblings' antics had taught him that mating could be fierce and overwhelming, but with Vexa, it was different. It was as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, slowly fitting together, discovering the beauty of their union. He didn't know what the future held, but in that moment, all he knew was that he wanted to explore every inch of her, to learn every nuance of her body and soul.
And as the first stars began to appear, the other hatchlings watched in awe as Don and Vexa's actions grew more intimate. They could see the spark between them, a bond forming that was unlike any they'd ever seen before. It was clear that their mating was not just about instinct, but about something far deeper and more profound. As the night fell, the savanna was filled with the sweet sound of love's discovery, a melody that resonated through every creature's heart.


Their beaks met in a fiery kiss, their talons interlocking in an action of dominance and submission. They twirled and spun, their wings beating in unison, creating a tornado of passion that was impossible to ignore.

But it wasn't all smooth mating. Don's inexperience led to a few missteps, but Vexa's gentle guidance turned each stumble into a chance to learn. Her beak nibbled at his neck, sending shivers down his spine, and he responded in kind, his own beak exploring her body with a newfound confidence. They were a picture of unity, a testament to the beauty of mating in the wild.
Don and Vexa, now more comfortable in each other's company, had found a quiet corner to continue their own explorations. Their mating had become a gentle, almost tender affair, a ballet of beaks and feathers that spoke of a deepening bond.

Don was surprised by the softness he found in Vexa, the gentle strokes of her beak and the way she yielded to his touch. It was a stark contrast to the fiery passion he'd seen in Silver and Keyla's union, but no less beautiful. He knew that with time and practice, he too could master the art of love, the mating that bound all creatures together.

Their mating grew more intense, their breaths coming in short gasps as they neared their climax. Vexa's sharp eyes gleamed with a hunger that was both thrilling and terrifying, and Don met her gaze without flinching. He knew he was ready, ready to give himself to her completely. And as they reached the peak of their passion, their feathers alight with the fire of desire, they knew that this was only the beginning of a love that would soar across the vast expanses of the savanna.

It was just to noticed too their relationship were equal, no to someone of control like Silver or Submission like Keyla.


And as the seasons shifted and the savanna bloomed with new life, Tamaa and Keyla's love continued to grow. They watched over the horizon, the promise of new generations to come. The drongo and her 'slave' were living happily in a mountain's side nest near the baboon forest. Eventually their children also became a mix of dominant and submissive between their flock.


Ono and Silver decided to stay at Ono's nest, their relationship was more common, With Silver obviously being the leader of their flock, which eventually grew up to ten eggs being lied by both.

Don and Vexa were an example for the bird population, their 'RARE' relationship was a light for all those birds thinking a scavenger could find love even in the oddest of places. However, they decided to not have any offspring, with Vexa and Don eating special fruits to keep having mating flight but to not getting pregnant.


The circle of life is a mysterious thing that can't be solved, it keeps surprising the animal kingdom as it expand its diversity.