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

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

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

And now with her child on the line, the jill fought futiley against the male, "Let me go!"

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

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

He cursed loudly while she broke off. "You! Yer fuckin' bitch! Bite me!?"

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

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

She sobbed, "No!"

He stopped all of a sudden when he felt something stab in his chest. "What?" He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.

The jill looked on in horror as the wolverine's body became riddled with arrows.

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

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

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

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

The bird climbed down from her perch.

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

The blue jay narrowed her eyes. She could still see the faintest breath leaving him. She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart. Now she was sure. She stood and turned to see the female she'd just saved.

The jill shivered under the bird's gaze.

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

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

...

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

She lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emiting from her black beak.

To her other side, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, buffer, clearly a male. Aside from this, he looked much like his mate who lay parallel from him with the pine marten in between.

The jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both of these birds were naked. Neither wore a single article, and the male was a fair bit bigger than she'd suspected of a bird.

The female was more slender, very attractive with perfect hips for egg-laying, yet she was a sight more muscular than was expected of a female.

The jill only realized she herself lay naked between this primitive pair of birds. Her breasts were exposed, her pregnant belly, her womanhood were all out for the world to see, but she didn't feel repulsed by this... Somehow it felt nicer to be nude amongst a couple strangers. The jill startled when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder. She turned and the female was looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. "Sleep." She spoke.

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

The jay shushed her, "Sleep."

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

The jay petted the marten, "Kali. I am Kali."

The marten smiled, "Kali... I'm Maureen."

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

And Maureen did as she was told.

...

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

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

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

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

Kali felt his warmth fill her womb and she touched beaks with him, "My love..." then, as she slowly dismounted her mate, she looked at her guest. "Sorry to wake you."

...

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

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

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

Kali and her mate peaked at the same time. His seed leaked from their union as they separated. Kali quickly returned to her cooking duties and cooked up two more fishes for herself and her husband.

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

Kali laughed, "We are... And does our display trouble you?"

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

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

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

Maureen smiled, "How long have you been together?"

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

Justin finished dressing himself as Kali finished her story. He gathered his wife in his strong winged arms, touched his beak to hers, "I'm off."

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

Justin let go of his wife to greet his companion, "Orion, I'm leaving right now."

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

Justin clapped his friend on the back, "I'm coming, relax!"

The two males left, leaving the females.

Kali looked upon Maureen's belly, "How far are you?"

Maureen held her belly, "Just a few months."

The jay smiled, "Where is the father?"

The marten's mood shifted, "He... He's with God."

Kali understood, "Sick? Or in battle?"

Maureen sniffed, "He was murdered."

The jay leaned closer, "By bandits?"

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

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

...

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

He undressed then carefully straddled both females. He leaned forward and smelled Maureen's scent. She had a very pleasant scent. Her breasts were a fine sight for the male, especially one who lived in a village where the females had none to show.

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

Kali smiled upon seeing her mate, "Hello..."

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

Kali giggled, "It looks that way."

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

"What did the council have to say, Justin?" She asked him.

He sighed, "It was about our guest. They're not happy that you've brought an insider to our village, especially one like... Maureen is it?"

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

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

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

Justin grinned, "Then I must sheathe it."

She giggled then as her husband blew out the flame that lit their tent.

...

Again Maureen woke up to the spectacle of her bird hosts making love right beside her. The pine marten blushed as she watched Justin flex as the strong warrior bred with his wife. Her bare womanhood tingled to see how Kali gasped and twisted her body to match her husband's prowess.

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

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

The pair finished and Justin rolled flat on his back afterward.

The pine marten jill couldn't help herself. She put her paw on the exhausted male's chest as he recouped energy for another round.

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

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

Felt emboldened by how much they let her get away with, so she began peppering the handsome bird's body with small kisses as she traveled downward.

She stopped when she came to his birdhood. The red tapered shaft was sticking halfway out of his genital slit and the lines of pre that ran down its length enticed the predator to taste her prey.

Justin chirped softly when she licked his length.

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

Maureen liked how he tasted, she wanted to joke that he tasted like chicken, but she really wanted to have him. She hadn't had a good dicking since her mate, since she lost the male who'd left his cub inside her.

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

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

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

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

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

Kali saw and helped Maureen off of her husband.

Justin sat up to see what the females would do next.

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

Justin got the message. He mounted Maureen and Kali guided him into the jill. He felt the pine marten's slick pussy envelope his maleness then instinct took over and he thrust in, slapping her thick rear with his strong pelvis.

Kali, in the meantime, crawled over to Maureen's anterior end. She spread her legs and guided the jill to taste of her pussy.

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

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

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

And their relationship was this way for the next following months as Maureen's belly continued to grow.

As the time passed, Maureen would find herself eventually leaving the hut. She was embarassed at first to be outside in the nude, but she quickly learned it was normal for their females to walk without cover. The most she saw was loincloths for the kids, pants for the males, and the occasional shawl to cover a female when it was cold. But then, the birds were never truly naked. Most of them wore armbands to denote the tribe they come from. They wore pads on their arms and legs to protect them from the brush when they went foraging.

To the birds, she was a strange individual herself. Besides the whole having breasts thing, she was taller than some of the males, her fur was much softer than the down of their chicks and she was the only pure carnivore living in the whole village. Some remarked she ate almost as much meat as the chief and he was an eagle.

The chief himself grew to tolerate her presence the more he saw her everyday. He couldn't quite put his claw on it, but there was something (two big somethings) about this mammal that made her so attractive, more than his own wife. This earned him many lumps from the chieftess' frying pan and jovial laughter from the village folk come feast time. He was eventually forced to make a new pseudo-law that the mammal had to cover her breasts when she walked outside, to save himself anymore bumps on the head.

Maureen didn't mind covering herself, though she'd grown use to having the male birds gawk at her, wearing a makeshift cloth over her body brought a little familiarity to her new life.

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

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

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

But, the joy wouldn't last long...

...

Just another week had passed, Kali had laid her egg and now would have to incubate it with the help of her dear friend, Maureen for the next couple months. Baby birds didn't take as long to gestate as mammals, after all. With luck, perhaps their babies would share a birthday.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nestor nodded, "Yes, Father."

...

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

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

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

...

Two months passed with them gone.

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

The three of them were badly injured.

Feroz's throat had been slashed, Vera had lost her right hand but Nestor's injuries were most grave. He'd been stabbed through the gut, lost sight in his right eye and his left leg was permanently damaged.

The chief came to them as the village's medicine bird worked hard to clean and seal their wounds. He felt ill to see his only son mutilated, "Was it the wolves?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

No one went to bed happy that night.

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

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

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

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

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

Orion gulped, "Caryn..."

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

Then the husbands left.

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

If he could still speak, Feroz would have but one word to say: Perfect!