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"Well... I believe I could help you. Yes indeed." The stoat smiled.

Justin perked up in an instant, "Really? You'd help me just like that?"

The stoat enjoyed his enthusiasm, "Ja und nein... I have always been on the side of the natives; why should they give up land? Why should you have to learn our language? You clearly speak it very well. On the other hand, I can't just do this without compensation. As you can see, I am a very well-to-do fellow, and I have gotten to this position because my big brother is Governer Heinrich Fuchs. I was born into wealth, but you birds, you've accumulated such the reputation for yourselves."

Justin's plumage deflated as he heard the stoat go on.

"Yes, Volaria, the bird village that has opened itself to the world as a trading post and brothel. I've thought of visiting myself, especially now that I see the handsome men that village is producing." He tittered playfully as he felt the bird's muscles through his tunic.

Justin was already beginning to feel uncomfortable around the stoat. He spoke, "What was that word you said? Volaria?"

The stoat smiled, "Volaria, that is the name we have for your village. It's a nice play on words, I believe. A volary is really just another word for birdhouse. I think it's cute." He cleared his throat, "But, I still need compensation before I can help. You can consider it a guarantee. If I am unable to perform my duty, I will cut you off, clean and we will not speak again."

Justin listened, "You mean money? I don't have anything like that. That's why I was banished is because I dared to speak out against this travesty that my people are doing to themselves. Laying with strangers for coin, it just seems wrong. Can you imagine coming home from a long journey only to find that your wife has been sleeping with other males? For gold and jewels! I have no right to be angry, because I slept with my companion, Orion while we were away, but to come home and hear about this... awful thing. And to know that someday, my own son will be subject to this same travesty."

Fritz nodded while he listened to the bird speak. He took his turn, "I wish my father cared that much for me... Especially after I had the courage to tell him that I... do not like females the way he wanted me to." He brushed away a tear before it could mess up his makeup, "If you will do me a kindness of accompanying me to my room where I will be staying for the night... I would love to carry on this fine conversation with you."

The stoat made a subtle gesture to his bodyguards then the three of them went past the blue jay leaving him to his thoughts.

Captain Velasquez eventually got his attention, "Come now... Our steaks have just gotten here, let's sit down, eat and then later you, I and Jarlsberg here will pay a nice visit to Fritz Fuchs."

Justin sat down as the fox directed him to and he did very much enjoy the steak once he started eating it, but his mind was still on that very strange stoat he'd just met.

...

That night in Volaria, the bird village...

Nestor stood before a large congregation of birds and now reptiles, "My people! Today is a momentous occasion. Today, our reptilian brothers have made the brave and selfless decision to blend with our society. Tonight, we celebrate our new brothers the best way we know how!"

Some tribal members came forth with large platters of food, large jugs of berry beer, everything appropriate for a fun night.

Everyone avian and reptile alike let their tongues hang out in anticipation for the meal.

Nestor grinned at all their reactions, knowing that he'd done his part in lacing the drinks with an aphrodisiac given to him by the medicine bird.

Only Feroz, who stood at his side with Trantor, was complicit in the eagle's kinky gift for the masses. He shook his head in playful disbelief at his mate's brazen attitude.

Nestor spread his wings wide and flexed his large muscles, "Now, please! Feast, all of you! Enjoy yourselves! You've all earned it!"

And so everyone started picking food from the platters and pouring the fermented berry juice for themselves.

Javin sat with Kali, Maureen, their cardinal friends and his own rattlesnake companion.

The two serpents both raised their drinks as Javin said, "Here is to everlasting friendship between our clans! May we all continue to grow and prosper.

Kali joined in the toast, "To friendship!"

Maureen followed, then Orion and Caryn.

Their kids were all being tended to the medicine bird, sacrificing his partaking of this great meal in favor of keeping the children safe.

Everyone took a drink of the laced beer except for Caryn.

Kali noticed, "You're not drinking with us, Caryn?"

The cardinal hen blushed, "No... I won't be drinking for awhile in fact, at least for the next few months." She put her hands upon her belly as she said that.

Kali nearly coughed hers up, "Caryn? You're already having another egg?"

She smiled as Orion put a proud wing around her shoulders, "Orion's been keeping himself extra busy at home, Kali." She tittered before pecking her mate.

Javin laughed, "Well, this is cause for celebration!" He poured more wine for Orion, "Drink up, my good man!"

Orion happily accepted it, "I will drink up, then I'm going to fall asleep with my mate and my daughter and we will all dream about our new future offspring."

And they all drank, except Caryn and the medicine bird, and the aphrodisiac started to show quick results.

Caryn blushed when she saw Orion grow erect out in public, especially when the man she married had always been more prudish about such things. But there it was, his 7-inch tapered penis pushing out of his slit, making an obscene wet spot in his loincloth.

Maureen and Kali were starting to loosen their shawls as the drug took hold of them too. Maureen's breasts came out into public view and an aroused Orion couldn't stop himself.

Caryn frowned, "Orion!"

The pine marten jill, somewhere in her mind knew this was wrong. This was her friend's husband, and definitely one that was off limits. But his hands did feel nice playing with her breasts, squeezing milk from her nipples.

The cardinal started lapping her lactating milk and Maureen thought she saw Justin in his place. There was the bird she fell in love with, who she happily shared with Kali. Maureen held his face, when suddenly the blue jay turned back into a cardinal. "Orion?"

He regained his senses at about the same moment, "M-Maureen?" Ten seconds later, he felt the harsh slap from his mate.

Caryn got up, "How dare you!? Orion, how fucking dare you!?" She clinched her hands in fury.

Orion was in complete dismay, "Caryn, wait!"

But she was already gone, she went to pick up her daughter. She held Ruby in her arms and refused to look at Orion when he ran up to her.

Orion tried to touch her and she slapped him again, "Fuck you! Why don't you go to bed with your weasel whore?!"

Ruby started to cry in her arms.

Orion's eyes filled with tears, "But Caryn... I don't know what happened... It was like I couldn't control..."

The medicine bird intervened as all the kids were starting to get scared by their fighting, "Before you both start planning any divorce procedures, I think you should look behind yourselves."

They did turn and both stood aghast at everyone having discarded the little clothing they had and devolved into masses of squirming, lusting beasts.

Maureen was the only one unaffected, but she was trapped beneath the rattlesnake as the serpent forced himself on her. The pine marten fought but he was much larger than her.

Javin was preoccupied with Kali, the blue jay willingly riding his hemis.

The medicine bird spoke, "Nestor laced the drinks with some of my aphrodisiacs... He had told me it was due to incontinence in bed with his mate... But that fool has drugged our whole tribe and look!"

The rattlesnake raping Maureen climaxed and only then did he regain his control. He looked at her and showed only horror and shame as the pine marten wept while semen leaked out of her. He couldn't bare to touch her now as the female crawled from him.

Feroz saw her pain from where he stood with Nestor. The vulture could say nothing, but his face showed the sheer disappointment he felt in the young eagle he'd raised. He turned to that eagle and Nestor only shrugged indifferently as he watched the drug-induced orgy from his throne.

There was one, only one that Feroz had said specifically that Nestor had better not hurt, and he'd just broken that one promise. Feroz went into the hut with Trantor, not wanting to spend another minute looking at his chief.

The eagle only sighed as he watched his subjects breed new future workers for his tribe.

...

Justin walked upstairs towards the rooms available for rent in the inn. He was accompanied by all the other rangers, plus the captain and innkeeper.

His new friend, Ben, had the ferret waitress with him. They were kissing lewdly as they took the first room on their left. Ben only gave the blue jay a playful wave before taking Nadine in and then closing the door.

The other rangers went to separate rooms while Velasquez and Jarlsberg both led Justin down the hall to the last room, the only one that had bright purple silk lining the door.

Captain Velasquez explained, "We both know the kind of personality that our friend Fritz has, Justin, so we will join you so the little fairy doesn't scare you off." He chuckled before he started to unbuckle his pants.

Justin was about to ask when he saw Jarlsberg do the same. The goat explained, "Fritz doesn't like anyone, especially his male acquaintances, coming into his sleeping quarters wearing any dusty or muddy clothes from the outside. It's just what he does. It also makes it easier for him to decide whether you're a top or bottom for him."

Justin nodded as he saw the goat's 10-inch uncut German cock dangling over large ovular testicles. The jay turned and he saw Velasquez's thick sheath, glistening pink tip showing just a bit from the opening. The blue jay then had to question why he, a native who was practically naked on a daily basis, would be subconscious about this sort of thing. The bird happily pulled off his tunic, and slid down his pants to show off his smooth, almost featureless crotch in comparison to the tall mammals around him. He wanted to ask what was going to happen to the clothes, but whatever.

Velasquez knocked on the door.

"Come on in, my pretties!" was the flamboyant answer they heard from the other side.

Jarlsberg opened the door and the trio were greeted by the lewd sight of a naked Fritz sitting at a small table, eating creamy potato soup as he sized up the three handsome males darkening his doorway. The stoat kept his legs open at all times, proudly displaying his own 6-inch uncut cock and his paunchy belly normally held at bay with a girdle.

On either side of him were his two hyena guards, also naked with their circumcised cocks on display but weapons still in hand.

Fritz smiled with some cream suggestively staining his upper lip, "I'm glad you handsome fellows could take some time out of your day to come have a little chat with me." He licked up that cream in a most suggestive way.

Velasquez and Jarlsberg both pushed Justin in before them. The jay bird squawked in embarrassment from having his ass touched by the two older males. They followed him right inside, closing the door behind them.

Fritz got up and shamelessly embraced Justin, pressing his semi-flaccid cock against Justin's slit. The stoat purred in the hug, happy to at least have one male closer to his own height, not that he minded the handsome giants he typically surrounded himself with. He took it a step further and dragged a naughty paw between the subtle lips of Justin's pussy. The stoat laughed, "Oh... If I didn't know better, I'd almost assume you were female, Mr. Justin." He stuck a finger in the tight slit until he felt the slick, tapered penis hidden beneath those pouty lips. "Aw, there you are." He grinned before he stepped away and sniffed the bird musk staining his fingers, "Mmm, smells like the freshest chicken I've ever eaten." He giggled like the perv he was. He turned, doing nothing to hide the dripping erection he had now. "Now, before we get on with the funny business, I know we must talk about your terrible ordeal."

Fritz sat down by his cooling bowl of potato soup.

Justin sat with him while Velasquez and Jarlsberg remained standing.

Fritz started, "Now... I can help you, my brother, well any of my siblings, they all share my sympathies for natives and I've always said if one came to me for anything, why I simply can't turn him down. Your story hits me especially... You're a father who only wants what is best for your offspring. I remember my father, he wasn't a cruel man, but sometimes he just didn't understand. He tanned my hide the first time he caught me staring at my brothers while they bathed under a waterfall, it didn't even occur to him that they were ever as flowery as me."

He giggled, "It didn't help that I'd stained those bushes quite a few while watching my brothers wrestle. We were all raised under the same strict guidance, but it never stuck, each of us remained some level of gay and we all knew it was because Dad had his own dealings he was ashamed of. All of my brothers are married, all of them have given Father plenty of grandchildren to dote over yet I, the runt, still hear, 'why have you never married Fritz? Do you want your mother rolling in her grave?'"

He wiped his muzzle of cream from his soup. He shot a sultry eye to one of his hyenas, "Oh, Gilbert..."

The hyena in question sighed before he stepped forward.

Justin then stared in disbelief as the stoat started stroking his hyena guard's thick cock.

Fritz looked up into the face of his blushing hyena companion, "My hyenas are such lovely fellows." He mused as he worked the African carnivore to a quick climax.

The hyena could hardly hold back the howling as he shot long sticky strands of his fresh seed. Fritz held his soup bowl strategically so that most of the large male's offering made it in. The hyena still panted shamelessly as the stoat kept milking him.

Fritz put his mouth over that swollen glans and drank down the last drops himself. He let his guard go and the hyena returned to the wall where his companion was trying to hide his own erection behind his bushy tail.

Justin kept looking.

Fritz spooned some of the fresh hyena cream into his mouth, "Mmm, fresh like mother's milk." He giggled. He spooned some more then offered it to Justin, "Taste? It's very exquisite."

Justin had only tasted the cum of a few males. He didn't ever want to make a habit of it but he somehow felt he couldn't refuse this offer. He took the spoon from Fritz and he gulped down the strange mix of potatoes and hyena semen.

Fritz chuckled, "I know what you're thinking, but really I think more people should try adding more semen to their diets. It's very nutritious and never tastes the same from different males. I've sample more than my fair share. My brothers share my taste for semen as well. But now, we are really getting off topic. I will help you, Justin. I'll stake my life on it. I will see you back home with your family, or I will cut off my own tail, because then I can no longer walk as a proper beast, but instead as a sniveling, spineless slug."

Justin sensed a but somewhere, "I'm hearing everything, and I'm still waiting to hear what you would want from me."

Fritz's bright green eyes flickered before he spoke, "What I want... Since you can't compensate me in monetary ways, I'll be kind enough to do this service if you'll... be my pet until we are through."

Justin blinked in disbelief, "A pet?"

Fritz's playful expression did not diminish one bit, "Now... I would not have you do anything that could ever leave you uncomfortable, and I'm not the cruel sort of bastard who'd whip you, take away your rights as a fellow person... That is the sort of shit that gives good fruits like me a bad name." He seemed to really love flaunting his gayness, as Justin seemed to notice. "We can't expect people to ever accept us as individuals if we allow ourselves to turn into such callous beasts."

Justin thought it over, "So... What would I have to do?"

Fritz petted the blue jay, "You would have to wear a collar, it will have your name and my last name. You will dress how I dress, walk how I walk, with an air of importance, like you are someone the people could stop to stare at, but not bother. A noble must maintain that necessary barrier between oneself and the other; it has nothing to do with the social structure, though many will want to say that. And when I'm in the mood, I want you to be my little blue bird of happiness." He giggled. "And I promise, as soon as this is all over and done, we will part ways. Do we have a deal?" He extended a paw in friendship, the same he'd just used to milk his loyal guard.

Justin looked to the two sitting at either side of him.

Both the fox and goat gave their nods of approval.

Justin shook the stoat's paw, "We have a deal."

Fritz smiled enough to show his pointy fangs to the bird, "Gut, now may we begin?"

...

Down the hall, the rottweiler Ben cuddled with the pretty ferret he'd taken to bed with him.

Nadine purred with the dog's fluid gift warming her womb while they rested.

The rottie soon started humping the lovely jill as he felt himself swell for another round. He whimpered like a dog hungry for his bone, then moaned once he slid back inside her.

The couple started back up, adding their immodest moans to the quiet night air.

...

Back in the ambassador's private suite, Fritz sat on his bed carrying a leash in one hand.

Justin was on his knees in front of the stoat looking as the mustelid stroked himself to a full erection. The collar Justin wore right now was not the one promised, that one would have to be custom made. But Fritz didn't see any harm in starting the bird's training early.

Eventually, Fritz stopped. He presented his swollen mushroom cap for the bird and Justin started licking it.

Already, Fritz was impressed, he didn't even have to say anything. His new pet bird was being a very obedient for one who was supposed to be a proud warrior. The stoat muttered sweet German nothings as the bird made out with his cumslit. "Justin..."

The bird looked up to show he was listening, "Have you had your asshole opened yet?"

The bird gulped then shook his head.

Fritz tugged firmly on the leash, "Justin... When I ask you a direct question, I expect a verbal answer. Now, once again, has anyone fucked you up the ass yet?"

The blue jay hadn't been disciplined like that since he turned 18. He removed his beak from Fritz's cock to answer, "No sir... No one has ever had me back there."

The stoat smirked, "That's a surprise to me, you make a fine bottom."

Justin blushed, "I haven't been on the bottom... When I was with my friend Orion, I would always be on top."

Fritz nodded, "He is smaller than you?"

Justin shook his head, "No, only younger, but we're the same size."

Fritz continued to probe, "And your wife? Are you always on top with her?"

The bird started to nod, then shook his head, "Sometimes she likes to ride me on top... She's a fierce huntress, even in bed. She even took a mate for herself while I was away, another female."

Fritz grinned, "Your wife has a female mate of her own, and she puts you on your back when you have sex... I think you are a born bottom... Some of us don't even realize it until it's right in our faces." He punctuated that by rubbing his dripping cock on Justin's beak.

Justin wanted to protest, but somewhere he knew the stoat was right. He continued to lick the cock without direction from the stoat.

Fritz churred, "Good... That's a good pet... As my first order, as your temporary master, I want you to give up your anus to any one of these fine men in here."

Justin blushed before Captain Velasquez was on his knees behind the bird, "I'll make it easier, Muchacho."

Fritz giggled, "Mmm, alright!" The stoat pulled a lamp filled with lubricating oil from his sleeping stand.

The mature fox took the lamp and spread the minty oils around his growing cock. He then pressed his tapered tip to Justin's virgin entrance. He had one paw on the bird's tail feathers so they didn't get in his way, another dug into the bird's backside. He murred instantly from the tight avian pucker combating him. "Relax your muscles, Justin..."

The bird did as the fox directed, and couldn't stop himself gasping as the fox pushed in, breaking Justin's anal cherry.

Fritz held Justin by the feathers on his head, "Keep licking me, pet."

Justin did so, licking all of the stoat's six inches up to his drooling glans then down to the mustelid's musky scrotum. He noticed with interest, the delicately groomed pubes surrounding Fritz's private.

Behind, Velasquez still worked to fit his full member into the bird's behind. The fox bit the bird's neck as he sank slowly deeper and deeper, pulling more of his thick malehood out of his sheath.

In turn, it made Justin's tapered penis grow out of his slit.

Velasquez took advantage of that, gently stroking the bird's penis while skewering him on his own.

The jay bird's moans slowly turned into squawks as the strong old fox mated with him, but he kept to his own task of licking his master's shaft.

Fritz churred as he watched this proud warrior discover his true self, who he was truly born to be. He pried the bird's beak open a little more then thrust his shaft inside, showing his intent to feed the bird his special treat for being such a good pet. The stoat was so focused on the hot beak around his cock, he didn't notice the long, veiny, uncut cock thrust into his own vicinity.

He felt the wet glans dab his cheek, smearing pre on his groomed mustache. The stoat looked up and Jarlsberg stared down, having removed his glasses, lest they become steamed up by the lusty ungulate's heavy breathing.

"Sorry, Fritz... Got a bit impatient waiting." he still jabbed the stoat's face with his cock.

Fritz relented and let the goat cock into his mouth and started sucking on this juicy chevron sausage while his bird pet still nibbled on his.

So now the four males each had something to thrust into at the moment, Velasquez in Justin's anus, Justin in the captain's paw, Fritz in Justin's beak and Jarlsberg in Fritz's mouth. Could this scene get any gayer?

The two hyenas standing guard were each finding it harder to ignore the blatant homosexuality of this room. The straighter of the two wanted to leave, while Gilbert wanted to stay and maybe... get milked again. The other unnamed male noticed Gilbert had sprouted an erection from watching the foursome. He teased him in their native African language.

Gilbert fired back, pointing out his companion's own erection.

The other male made an excuse saying he was only thinking of the last pussy he'd had.

Gilbert didn't buy it and kept looking at his pack member.

The other hyena couldn't ignore his gaze for long before he looked into those big beautiful brown eyes.

On the other side of the room, Velasquez had started humping harder into Justin, making the jay moan with his beak closed tight around Fritz's cock, and this made the stoat suck harder on the drooling goat glans in his mouth.

The two hyenas kept looking at each other until eventually Gilbert slowly extended a paw to his fellow yena.

The other one stared until, with an exasperated groan he took Gilbert's paw, then Gilbert directed him to hold his cock.

The other male wanted to cuss, but stopped when Gil grabbed his cock and started stroking with the same gentle technique Fritz had used.

The two hyenas leaned against one another whilst they stroked each others' circumcised cocks.

Velasquez's labored grunting increased in pitch as the male fox drew closer to what would be a marvelous climax for him. In his paw, he could feel Justin was getting there too.

Fritz was already there jetting long strings of his fertile seed on the bird's tongue while he still licked the stoat's spurting glans. He let go of Justin's leash and pushed the bird off him before getting up and bending over for Jarlsberg.

The goat eagerly took to his new task, first lubricating his penis then plunging himself deep in the small carnivore's tight anus.

Velasquez howled as he plunged his knot into Justin, letting it lock him inside the bird while he flooded the bird's rectum.

Justin gave a lusty squawk of his own and shot several strong, potent strings of his cum across the polished stone floor beneath him.

Jarlsberg joked while still waist deep inside the German ambassador, "You're cleaning that up, dirty birdy."

Justin just lay there in his own cum while the fox was still tied to him, spurting inside of him. He let Velasquez lick him all over while he watched the goat's buttocks clench each time he thrust inside the stoat. Justin felt himself firm up for his own turn, as he saw the goat's ring winking back at him.

Velasquez's swelling reduced enough that the fox could remove himself. He pulled out with a lewd slurp and Justin nearly fell as his legs had started to go numb. But that wasn't about to deter a horny bird.

Jarlsberg bleated with lust, then gave another bleat of surprise as a narrow, fleshy limb was stabbed right into his own anus. The goat clinched tight around Justin's invading bird cock while Jarlsberg deposited his own semen inside Fritz.

The German ambassador fell on his rented bed then while Jarlsberg reached back and guided the young bird to fuck him just the way the goat liked it.

And as their little orgy started to dwindle, the hyena guards had given in to temptation and Gilbert was taking it up the ass from his comrade.

Velasquez saw them, saw the horny blue jay humping the goat innkeeper, the stoat ambassador asleep as the two bred on top of him. The fox had to laugh, how did they get from trying to reunite a lost father with his family to this?

...

Maureen was huddled in her corner following her terrible experience earlier. She didn't want to look at that snake, or even at Javin after what happened to her.

The rattlesnake had been very distraught at what he'd done. He knew there was nothing he could do or say that could fix it.

Javin tried to comfort his friend but he was inconsolable.

Kali held her mate as she wept. The blue jay hated the rattler for what he did, but hated Nestor even more. She learned from Caryn what that bastard had done to all of them. Drugging their drinks so they would breed, so the hens would become pregnant with more eggs, more future sons and daughters to be raised as whores for their tribe. She understood now what her husband was so furious about.

In the chieftain's cottage, Nestor came in to find Feroz dutifully putting their son to bed. "Feroz..."

The vulture refused to turn to his mate.

Nestor tried to turn the vulture to face him and Feroz smacked his hand away. The eagle felt his temper rising, "Feroz... You can't honestly say you are so hung up on one stupid weasel."

Feroz looked at him in just sheer disappointment for his lover.

Nestor growled, "I don't even know why you give so much of a fuck for Maureen! She's a fucking fleabag like all those uppity mammals who all think they are better than us! So one snake fucked her, so what? It's not like you want to fuck her is it?"

Feroz looked as if he wanted to say, "Is that all you think about?"

Nestor took that look for another meaning, "You do want her don't you? All this time you've claimed loyalty for me, but really, you just wanna bone your weasel bitch, don't you?"

Feroz's heart broke just there at the thought that his mate would say such a thing to him. The vulture inhaled as he felt tears rush to his eyes.

Nestor scoffed, "And here you go with the fuckin' tears! Goddamn hatchling!" He tore off the gold coin necklace that Feroz had given to him as a gift then threw it on the ground, "There... That's what your tears mean to me, fuckin' hatchling!" And he stormed out.

Feroz picked up the gold coin. He clenched it tight, snapping the coin in half. Tears streamed down his long beak. His heart wouldn't take anymore of this abuse... Anymore of seeing this young eagle he helped raise become the monster he was mated to now. He would show Nestor the weight of his actions.

Outside, Nestor spoke to the people, for once without his mate at his side, "My friends! Some of you are probably disturbed by the recent events of this night. I assure you, it was all necessary so all you reptiles joining us, now you know what is expected of you." He waited to see if they were all looking at him, "You are villagers now, so that means you will have to pull your weight and work! You'll hunt with us, you'll forage with us, and when travelers come, you will offer yourselves to them."

Javin stood in the crowd, "We had already agreed that we would do everything to earn our keep around here, and we can do even more. Most of us are farmers, we know how to grow crops, we can provide fresher vegetables for your people, Chief Nestor."

The eagle nodded, "Good, you do that. You are all dismissed."

After the crowd had dispersed, Nestor went back inside to find his home empty. "Feroz?" He called out. He had realized that some of what he said was not called for. He wanted to apologize to his mate.

He came into their bedroom to find Feroz cradling their sleeping son.

"Feroz, I..." Nestor started.

The vulture stood and he gave Nestor his son, a strange smile on his beak.

Nestor didn't understand what was happening, but he left the room with Trantor in his arms.

He played with his sleeping son until he noticed a scrap of paper had been pinned to the little eaglet's blanket.

Nestor picked it up and read the words:

"My love, my son... I've watched you grow big, and grow strong from such a happy young boy and I am happy to have spent my youth caring for you, feeding you, playing with you when a teenager like me could have been chasing after the girls, but lets face it... I never cared much for the girls, just for you, Nestor. This is why it hurts me to see you degrade yourself, to see you morph yourself into this awful, monstrous thing. I once stole my own voice for you, to prove to you my undying loyalty... Then perhaps I should steal one more precious thing, if that's what it takes to open your eyes.

I won't be here for you, I can't. I'm old and this world doesn't need me cluttering it anyway. Do right, my love, for yourself and for our son and goodbye."

Nestor felt tears come to his eyes as he read those words. Until some of those words rang to him... "FEROZ!" He said in fear for his lover. He ran back to their room, his son clinging to him just in time to catch Feroz downing a sickly green liquid from a jet black vial.

The vulture gulped the rancid concoction which his own father had given him to drink when Feroz had told him he preferred males over females. The vulture looked at his mate with the biggest "Fuck you" stare a mute could have given.

It was mere seconds later that the old raptor felt his heart quicken, his blood thinning, his breath becoming more ragged as the toxin ate through his whole system. He cried out in raspy screams until foam bubbled out of his throat and he fell dead on their bed, eyes staring blankly to the ceiling above.

Nestor lay his son on the bed, then held his dying lover, "Feroz... I'm sorry!" He sobbed in a mix of sorrow and anger, but none heard his words but the little eaglet at his side.

"Feroz..." Nestor cried as he held his dead mate.