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Arvians - Reunion

AKA, Werebird Rodeo

An Arvian Lore tale by Isait Carcer

It was a quiet evening. That was good. The village was at rest as the sun set beyond the horizon, leaving the land illuminated by torches and by the light of the twin moons above. The red and cobalt spheres in the sky formed a great deal of their connection to the spirits, and especially in the last weeks since his transformation and undergoing the rituals of change, Isiat felt it more than ever.

Everything felt more intense. The change's gifts enlightened Isiat's new, keen Arvian senses. It was a constant and intense rush that Kleng, his mentor and one of the wise Elders, insisted would pass with time.

"As you adjust to your new form, it will become easier. Right now, you are trying to understand the world as you did through senses that no longer exist. The world was colourless, but now you see it in all its bright splendour. Give it time." His hazel-pelted mentor had told him.

But Isiat didn't wish to remain cooped up in the Arvian part of the village until his mate he cared about could make the change, too. He'd pleaded with Kleng, something it felt unbecoming to do in his new form. But it was too soon, there was much yet he had to learn to master in his new form. He'd barely gotten to the point where he could lift a glass without breaking it, much less anything more strenuous, least of all with his unchanged mate!

Of course, he'd argued his mate ought to be able to live with him within the smaller Arvian enclave inside their village, but Kleng had been adamant on patience.

"You see her during the days, Fledge. Give it another month and ask again. She isn't yet quite to the level of understanding that you were when you underwent the ritual. Besides, you will need time to construct a more… fitting home for the pair of you."

Oh, he'd wanted to kick his mentor for that, but damn them, it had been weeks already, and Shadi was already far more enlightened, engrossing herself with the learnings of the spirits and their Arvian customs. She'd been a part of Cereth's sight just as long as he had been and contributed just as much to its wellbeing.

He'd hoped, when it was his time, that she could undergo her transformation within a few days afterwards, but clouds had rolled in, and then the Elders had revised their choice, waiting for better conditions. Soon, they insisted. But soon was too far away for him, just like his nestmate.

And so, Isiat had struck it upon himself. Sleeping apart from the lady he'd spent the last decade with felt wrong and uncomfortable, and he knew that speaking to Shadi, she felt the same way. He threw himself over the fence surrounding what used to be his backyard, only now realizing how… Small, it all seemed. His eyes came level with the thatched roof of his old home, and it made him frown. Kleng comments about a more fitting home taunted him.

He had to duck to fit into the door, enduring the mocking giggling of the little tan and brown spotted lioness within as she closed it behind him. She was completely bare, the motherly curves of her not-quite five-foot frame silhouetted in the dim light, along with the curl of her long, thick and powerful tail. His eyes lit up with delight as he took her in with new eyes, not for the first time since his change, but for the first time with nothing at all covering her bodice. Her nipples were perky and stiff against the brisk chill of the air.

Her paws wrapped tight around his waist as he was forced to shuffle on his knees into his old home, his massive, taloned hands wrapping tight around the lioness. In his new form, they simply enveloped her waist like he was wrapping a blanket around her, his deliberately blunted talons stroking through her fur. She brought her lips to his beak, kissing him softly before she tilted her head and let him push his tongue back against her own with a hot, needy little moan. It felt so drastically different to how his lips once had, firm and unyielding. Still, it wasn't a change; she minded so much, already filling her mind with ideas on how to make the most of it.

"Oh, I missed this!" She purred. What little time they could find to be close had never been enough to properly enjoy each other's touches, the warmth of their bodies pressed to one another.

"As have I. It had been torturous-" Isiat started, but a dainty finger across the tip of his beak hushed him as the lioness pushed back against his chest with a playful, if cheeky, mrowl.

"Kleng is just doing what he thinks best, but you know what's best for you, and so do I…" She purred as her paws tangled in the thick pelt and downy feathers that covered his broad, muscled chest. She shoved her muzzle against his belly, huffing as the thick scent of his new body filled her nostrils, making the pseudo-mane of fur alone her spine tingle and stand on end. She felt alight with excitement, like the thrill of their first time all over again.

"You still smell like you…" Shadi purred, her paws making quick work of his loincloth and shoulder strap to his single pauldron, discarding the leathers over the edge of their bed as she crawled up onto his chest, feeling as diminutively small as ever against his massive, transformed bulk. The entire frame groaned in protest as he shifted backwards on his elbows. He was fully double her height now, not just a foot and some, and easily four times her own curvy mass. She climbed him like a mountain as she straddled his chest, her feet not even reaching the bedding, as if she were sitting atop a great warhorse. She fisted bunches of his downy chest pelt like she was gripping the mane of a wild Mustang as Shadi mounted his chest, with every intent of riding him until she'd broken the great beast in.

Thick, corded muscles rippled beneath his fingers as she stroked all over him, intimately reacquainting herself with his new form. It was one thing to touch and see each other out among the rest of the tribe, but here, it was just them, and they had all the time in the world to reacquaint themselves with each other. There were no tribe mates, no Kleng, no restrictions, orders, or secrets here.

Here, it was just the two of them alone.

Her dainty fingers combed through his pelt, his hackles bristling just the slightest bit at the nearly ticklish sensation. His beak parted in a soft pant while he ran his fingers and new talons down the length of her maned spine, tangling them up in her silly fur. His beak brushed into her hair tenderly, the male oh so careful with his newfound strength. He knew he could break her like a twig. She knew that he wouldn't.

"You still smell like home…" He chuffed, the strong whuff of warm air making the fur on the back of Shadi's neck stand on end.

She purred and pushed her head into her nestmate's touch, even as the sharp tip of his beak scratched through her hair, gently preening her in gentle and cautious brushes. His chest rumbled in an almost feline purr, his new, singular, feline-esque tail swishing up across her back. She didn't hesitate to curl her own tail around his, a low purr rumbling in her chest in turn.

This was her mate. His soft breathing, his excited heartbeat, the smell of him in the thick, almost shaggy pelt of feathers and fur. Even in this new form, her body and heart knew him, inside and out. This may have been a new form for them both, but it was the same man she had always loved.

He was just… Much bigger now. Shadi didn't mind that aspect of his change at all.

"Mrhmm… And no surprise chicks like this, right? Not going to leave me swollen and sore?" She teased him, her paw lightly tracing down past his navel, feeling those powerful muscles of his abs tense up as her little sharp claws traced his skin beneath the thick pelt of down and fur. For all the changes, the spot was still a sensitive and tickling one for the mighty now-Arvian. She tormented him mercilessly, teasing her fingers over the spot as he huffed loudly through his nares, his beak opening and closing as he tried not to giggle or to thrust himself too eagerly towards her teasing paw.

"RRrrruck- Keep that up and I will make sure to. I've had the chance to test that much at least…" He warned her, letting his talons rake down her spine in a forceful drag that left lines through her fur and made the skin beneath a warm pink from the shallow scratches he left. She arched into his firm scratches, deadly enough to rip flesh and claw wood, leaving gouges even in stone and metal, yet for her, they were no more dangerous than the rest of her mate. She knew him, and he knew his strength well now. He would never hurt her, not even in the throws of passion and bliss, and she trusted the thrilling touch of those sharp talons absolutely.

"Playing without me? Rude. You'll have to let me see for myself then." She purred and crawled up his belly, playfully dragging her own claws along his abs, tracing the well-defined musculature of the Arvian. The lioness moved up to his pectorals with a feline chitter, playful little hunting chirps escaping the fun-sized feline. She explored his new body with all the warmth and excitement of two rowdy fledglings finally getting their paws on each other.

She scooted down his body further before settling over his thighs, forcing his legs together so she could straddle him. Her paws, meanwhile, roamed across a swollen bulge on his waist where once his sheath would have sat along with a heavy sac beneath. Both were absent on his new form, streamlined into the bulging slit that she teased her fingers along for a few moments before her fingers curled around the slender tip of his emerging manhood, stroking the slick flesh between her paw pads.

His beak parted in a pleased huff as paws not his own finally graced the most intimate parts of his new anatomy. His tapered, avian shaft twitched in Shadi's fingers, leaking precum from the narrow tip in a pulse that dribbled the slick yet sticky liquid across her dainty fingertips. She giggled, rubbing it between her paw pads with a wicked little grin of delight.

"Mrhm, you still leak like a tap. Good. You just have a bigger faucet now. Much bigger…" She purred. Isiat didn't even have time to make a clever remark to that one before the feline had bent at the waist and started kissing along the underside of his pink, dappled shaft. Her second paw joined the first, giving his maleness gently, coaxing strokes like she was charming his prick from the safety of its home and out to the touch of the dangerous predator lioness straddling his thighs.

And for all he'd gained in length, Shadi purred as she discovered he'd gained in girth as well. The taper was sharp, but as more of her mate stiffened in her paws and swelled out from his new cloaca, so too did the thickness of him. He'd been no slouch in that department before, but now it was like holding a thick hunk of firewood in her paws. She squeezed around his base, fingers not quite able to touch around his girthy heft, and watched him as a shudder ran from the base to the very tip of his cock as he tensed, spraying a line of precum across his muscled abs.

"Huff… Having fun?" He chuckled, rolling his hips upwards and rocking her up on top of his thighs, the plump and petite lioness's generous, motherly breasts bouncing in the moonlight that crept in through the windows. He watched her work him like a dancer, quickly rolling her hips and twisting to keep her balance while he rocked beneath the chubby cat.

"Mmhm… Just getting acquainted with a new friend." Shadi purred with a teasing, sultry wink, her tail curling itself around his thigh as he lifted his knees slightly, shuffling as the bed groaned in protest beneath him. Shadi leaned in close until he could feel her warm breath against his exposed and twitching cock, the lioness's delicate paws stroking up and down his engorged length with almost silent little squelches as precum dribbled from his tip to coat his flesh and her messy palms.

His rich, musky scent was familiar but new, a lusty, almost metallic scent to the Arvian's cock as she rubbed the soft fur of her cheek and whiskers over the underside of that sensitive flesh.

Beads and shimmering strings of precum connected her whiskers to his shaft as she pulled back slightly before her rough tongue poked out and licked along the underside of his twitching Arvian rod, from the base thicker than even his vulpine knot had once been, all the way up to his tapering tip.

She purred the entire way up, Isiat locking his eyes on Shadi's mismatched green and brown gemstones, meeting his fierce, icy blue pupils in the dark. But it was Isiat's eyes that fluttered closed before Shadi even made it halfway up his length, his head tilting backwards with a hot, excited huff of breath through his parted beak.

"Still taste like you…" She confirmed, her thumbs teasing and stroking softly along the bottom portion of his cock's prominent vein, almost like a ridge running along his entire shaft from tip to his parted slit. Naughtily, she dipped a finger down into the small bit of slack there, teasing the last parts of his cock to full firmness, until the swelling of his length forced her paws back, soft downy fur clinging to his root like an almost pseudo-sheath.

"Ahhh, there you are… Much better. It's no knot, but… I think I can manage." She grinned devilishly at the male, wicked and naughty intent flashing behind her eyes like a flash fire across dry grass. He huffed once through his nares again, taking a deep breath as if to reaffirm her scent to himself. Everything was more, just like everything had been right after his change.

Shadi still held those notes of vanilla and the woods that clung to her fur so firmly, ingrained into her very identity. But so, too, was there a deeper layer that tickled his new senses in such close proximity. The scent of pine needles of their home. Of the clay soil that made up the paths in the village. Of the underlying floral fragrances of the soaps she washed with.

So, too, could he smell the underlying excitement of her body, her playful eagerness, which manifested itself as a faint glimmer of moisture between her legs and made his heart beat a little quicker with each touch of her paws against his twitching and exposed flesh.

Her arousal, though, was spiced yet sweet, like fresh cinnamon sprinkled over a hot pie. Each huff of breath drew more of her need against Isiat's body, as each drag of her tongue drew more of his messy precum from the tip of his pulsing shaft, jumping with each beat of his heart. She smelled ready and eager for him, as prepared and enthusiastic as he was for her!

He huffed hotly, lying back as she mantled him with ease. His head hit their pillows, his knees bending and pressing against Shadi's flickering tail, trapping the base of the length while his foot paws kneaded against the giant, silky-furred appendage. Her tongue and paws combined were making his toes curl, and a deep-chested rumble of pleasure started up within the barrel of his broad, muscled chest.

Shadi just grinned at him along the length of his stomach, keeping her eyes intently locked to his own as she took another long lap of her tongue from his base to his tip before tilting her neck, grinning wickedly. She delicately wrapped her lips around his tip and went down on him like she knew his new body just as well as she had his previous form. Lucky for her, all of her old tricks still worked perfectly on the new him.

Isiat groaned as his eyelids fluttered, his talons digging into the sheets with an audible tear as he gripped them tightly. Usually, he might have apologized. Shadi would no doubt be annoyed later, but right now, both of them entirely ignored the apparent threat of carnage their actions were no doubt going to have upon their bed. His hips rolled and lifted slowly, pushing inches of his shaft down into her eager maw. Still, there was absolutely no hope that the petite feline could take him all between her dainty lips.

But Shadi was determined and fixed her gaze on the dappled splotches of grey along the base of Isiat's shaft like she was setting her goalposts as ambitious as she could. She purred as she crept lower with what, to Isiat, was a blissful, agonizing torture of pleasure. At the same time, her tongue slipped around and encircled his cock's narrow tip with her own unique dexterity and skill. She could tie a knot in the stem of a cherry. The things she could do- Was doing with her tongue made him groan and buck like a beast driven by primal instinct.

He went to move his hand up to grab her, and one of her feet promptly pushed his massive mitten back against the bedsheets, pinned down by the wrist while she hummed around his prick as if to tut at him to stay still. It was far easier said than done for Isiat when you had a teasing and impressively skilled woman going down on you like a delicious treat! He did his best not to just manhandle her as he pleased, instead watching the curvacious feline's tits bounce as she bobbed her head upon his log of an Arvian cock.

And Shadi had been positively ravenous about getting her paws on her mate again after his change. The weeks of nights alone had left her aching and needy, and now that she had him in her paws again, Kleng would have to fight her to get them apart again.

Purring as she slurped messily around his girth, Shadi wondered if she'd even be able to find the strength to stand up again when he was done with her! If she wasn't walking bow-legged for a week after letting the beast have his way with her, it wouldn't be enough.

She popped her muzzle off of his leaking cock tip like a cork, leaving precum dripping and oozing down his dappled flesh like water from a busted pipe. His feathers and downy fur of his chest had a stickiness to them they hadn't before she'd begun her teasing dance upon his thighs, the warmth of her sexlips grinding against his fur lingering as she shuffled about.

Her teeth glinted brilliant white in the dark of their home as she adjusted herself more, pulling and nudging him how she wanted him, for there was no doubt to which of them was in charge of this encounter. Isiat was her steed tonight, and she was going to ride him until neither of them could continue.

But even as she looked down at the object of her lusty desire, a shiver ran through her, from her tail tip to her ear tips. Was it trepidation? Nervous excitement? Eager lust? Perhaps a bit of all three and more still! Certainly, she felt it, but she was never as sure of something as she was then.

She wanted to have the great big were-bird male squirming beneath her, and she wanted to feel that monster of a spear gushing inside of her.

Just… How Shadi was going to do that, as she looked down at him, was less certain. She pulled her tail around, pressing it against the soft pads on the bottom of Isiat's feet to scoot his knees up. That gave her something to lean against, at least, and she shifted again, managing to half crouch upon his chest. The lioness planted her shoulder blades almost back against his knees and one foot into the middle of his chest, the other braced upon his thigh.

He tried to sit up briefly as if to help her, but Shadi growled a teasing, naughty rumble and pushed his pecs back down with the gentlest of pressure, the claws on her foot digging into his sternum. He could have easily overpowered the little lioness, and even more so now in his new form, and yet at that little push, he went back like a sack of bricks.

Her fingers elegantly curled around the top of his shaft, stroking the narrowing inches at the head of his girth in rapid, jerking motions of her paw that had the big Arvian tossing his head back, his hips up, and letting out a blissful huff of warbled notes of pleasure in a heartbeat, from fearsome, mighty beast to docile and obedient plaything at the magical touch of her paw.

Shadi grinned, stroking his cock more as she shifted and adjusted the Arvian's spear between her thighs, aligning his length to the glistening slit of moisture. He rocked upwards on instinct alone, rumbling loudly with his beak open as he panted. Shadi gasped as his tip caressed her labia, sliding along her sex until he probed against her clit.

That did get a moan out of her, and for a heartbeat, her hold on his shaft slipped, the male drawing back to thrust himself along the length of her slit again. He was still aiming too high to find the opening to her passage, but Shadi's nerves hummed like a struck harp at the sensation of his length rubbing against her most intimate parts.

Their sheer difference in their size gave her pause. Even standing on Isiat's body like this, he could have simply smothered her if he so wanted. He looked powerful, and she felt every twitching quiver of his muscles beneath her feet.

He cracked a brilliant blue eye, looking up at her with all the adoration in the world.

"Not getting cold feet now, are you?" He teased her, and Shadi quietly blushed, turning herself to one side to prop her rump up against his left leg, riding his hips in a standing side saddle, so to speak. It was no cowgirl position, but with their simple size difference, it was going to be a hell of a rodeo regardless!

She leaned back, supporting herself with her paws as Isiat's hips rolled again, sliding his prick up and over her mound all the way to her belly, leaving a streaking of slickened fur in its wake. She raised her hips up and pushed his abs down at the same time, giving their bodies just enough distance for his twitching shaft to slide down and catch on the opening of her arousal-streaked sex. His tip twitched eagerly, aligned perfectly with the opening of her femininity, slick arousal glistening in the moonlight.

"Now hold still… This is for me to enjoy!" She hissed and rocked herself down onto her mate with a hiss of pleasure as the tip of his tapering Arvian penis pushed its way inside her tight and eager feline muff. It didn't stay as just his tip for more than a single, bliss-filled moment.

Isiat's beak hung open, his eyes scrunched in pleasure as the little lioness rocked her body against him, sinking a little bit lower each time she did, but oh, was she the tightest thing he'd ever felt!

She'd been tight before his change, but now it felt like he was trying to push a wagon axle down a bamboo straw! Shadi slammed a paw down over her muzzle as a cry broke free from her lips, squawking and trembling as she came on the spot as his first inches were promptly clenched and drenched by her lust!

Isiat reached up to try and help support her, but Shadi shook her head frantically as she bit down hard on her paw. Her eyes were like saucers, but her pupils were massive, like a kitten from the flood of endorphins. She sank lower, moaning again, panting, gasping, whining and fighting him for every inch that she could take.

Lower, lower, and lower still she went, bracing herself on trembling legs that shook like a tree in a stiff autumn breeze. The wet, satisfying squelch as she dropped another inch was accompanied by her body seizing around his length again. Even Isiat had to thump his head back into the pillows, raggedly panting and gasping as flashes of light erupted behind his eyes.

He very nearly lost himself right there if it hadn't been for Shadi's paws reaching down to clench around the base of his cock, her thumbs digging into his twitching cum-vein hard. She felt each needy throb, the pressure mounting as she held back his orgasm, ignoring his desperate birdsong and huffs of need.

It was torturous for both of them! Isiat's breath was hot enough to steam against the cool air inside, accentuating every single lust-filled huff and pant. She kneaded her toes artfully against his belly until his orgasmic twitching finally tapered off, leaving him high and her desperately un-bred.

For now.

"Ahh~ Not yet, you don't… I want this monster buried before I let you go completely, understood?" She purred like a satin sheet across the air, as tempting and teasing as a succubus and as naughty as the most impish little brat.

He nodded dumbly, every breath coming now as a ragged growl of lust and need. Isiat's eyes were locked on her bosom like a hawk eyeing a field mouse, hungry for the little cat who rode his shaft so skillfully.

"Mrhmm… Good beasty." She teased him, reaching up with her foot to tickle just underneath his beak in a rewarding little rub. He crooned softly at the attention, tilting his head back, but he kept his eyes firmly on the prize all the while.

Taking a breath, she dared to peek down at the monster between her legs. She could feel each lustful pulse of that tree truck he'd already managed to slip halfway into the dainty feline, and that was already an appreciable fraction of her total height! How the hell was she supposed to get the rest of it in?!

She trembled atop him, barely holding herself steady against the torrential waves of pleasure that accompanied every tiny movement she made. Even her own muscles' reflexive clenching and loosening was quickly driving her pleasure up towards another peak, and she wasn't sure if her knees could keep her aloft through that!

Below her, Isiat's hips tensed, and even with just that forceful throb of his cock twitching inside of her, she gasped, clenching her eyes shut.

Neither of them was going to last long; that much had never been a question. Shadi chewed on her lip, half in worry, half in excitement, and slowly started to lower herself again. She could feel his spear as it jerked in her belly, leaving a blossom of heat splashed against the back of her passage. A moan peeled from her lips as she reached down, running a paw over her belly.

Oh spirits~

Her fingers shook as she brushed them across the plump swell of her abdomen and slowly, almost reverently, traced along the outline of the were-beast two-thirds hilted in her. And it wasn't a subtle outline, either. Even against the moonlight as she looked, the belly bulge Isiat's cock made was clearly visible, casting a shadow on her fur even down from her navel where the outline of his cock blocked the silvery light.

Oh fuck that's hot…

Shadi bit her tongue to stop herself from cursing as she bounced on his shaft slowly, rocking and rolling her hips like a belly dancer. She rode her arvian steed with finesse, skill, or perhaps an instinctive desire for him to just ruin her- But later. This first ride was for her. She'd turn her brutish beast of an Arvian mate loose afterwards and let him fold her in half until her feet touched her ears while he rutted her.

She squeaked as the tip of that monstrous cock kissed her cervix and hosed it down with a stream of precum. For a moment, Shadi thought her mate had finally popped under the pleasure! However, his claws were still tearing up the sheets underneath her, torturously trying to fight back what was, at best, a forlorn attempt to keep himself at bay.

For Isiat, he could feel it. His muscles were tense like a coiled snake, ready to strike. His nares flared, but the only scent in the room now was fuck, and it was doing things to his head. Every huff, every growl, every breath was laced with desire, and his greatly enhanced senses were melted into a puddle of primal lust that stained the fur and feathers of his belly below Shadi.

"Not gonna last like this…" He tried to warn her, his beak opening and shutting with a sharp clack. He panted in ragged breaths, cock pulsing and throbbing deep within Shadi's tight and welcoming sex.

He was bottomed out inside of her for sure. Still, the lioness was fucking determined, crazy, or perhaps a bit of both, and hissed out a gasp of savage pleasure as she rocked her body and dropped another inch down onto his impaling shaft, barely a few inches left outside of her now. But oh, was she fucking determined.

She cried out as she went lower still. Her body was stretched to its absolute limit, her clit grinding against the length and girth of Isiat's exposed shaft as he began to rock in short, sharp little bucks beneath her.

Shadi's eyes went wide, her pupils narrowing to pinpricks before she yowled into the night, unbound and heedless of who heard them. Not Kleng, not the rest of the tribe, not the spirits themselves. Let them hear and be jealous. Shadi saw all of the stars in the night sky explode at once and came like a sudden downpour during the wet season.

For Isiat, it was entirely too much! His paws shot up from their places by his side, where he'd obediently waited as long as he could. They seized around her hips as he thrust rapidly into the spasming lioness, his hackles raised and quaking. A peel of avian screech joined the feline's caterwauling as he tensed, holding her on his prick while he finally burst.

In his new form, he came like a hose, and Shadi, stuck and stretched around him, could do nothing but take it as he unloaded a month of pent-up need and desire into her all at once. The high-pressure shot of cum pulsed against her already pliant cervix, her greedily orgasming body all but sucking him into her belly.

But there was so much more of him now, and that was in every way. By the second shot, she felt bloated, and by the third, she swore she could feel the thick pulse that raced up his rigid spire and right into her waiting womb.

The little lioness felt like jelly by the time his last throb filled her, one paw cradling her faintly swollen belly as he helped her down onto his chest gently. Cum dripped down her thighs almost freely as she shifted, and his prick slipped back a little but kept the majority of himself firmly hilted inside his mate. She may have looked exhausted, but even over both of their panting, Isiat could still hear Shadi's rumbling purring.

"Oh… Oh, I love you." She spoke with a shaky, blissed-out tone. Isiat craned his head down, gently rubbing his beak across her cheek tenderly.

"Not tapping out after the first round, are you?" Isiat teased, his ears twitching.

"Not even close, but you can do the moving next… I don't think I can stand up."

"Certainly not going to be able to come morning." He rumbled back. His tail gave a playful flicker along the length of the lioness's own.

"I'm going to hold you to that." Shadi glanced up with a naughty grin of challenge.

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The bed didn't survive the night. The legs had collapsed on it somewhere between the third and fourth rounds, and by the time dawn's golden light began to peek over the windows, the house was, put simply, a mess.

The bed sheets were little more than wet ribbons. Deep claw gouges adorned the walls, floors, and whatever other furniture Isiat had felt could support his great mass, even temporarily. The carpet was ripped in a dozen places, and whose claws had been responsible for that neither could rightly say. Puddles of sticky arvian cum were slowly pooling at random around their bedroom space and living room. Isiat had almost bitten one of the supporting poles in two, the impression of a massively powerful beak mark gouged cleanly into the timber.

It was…. Going to be a lot of work to fix the mess they'd made, but Isiat could worry about that tomorrow.

For now, he had to get back before Kleng realized he was missing.

Shadi moaned sweetly as he leaned down to kiss her sweetly on the lips, the dainty feline rubbing her paws over his cheeks and beak. She knew he had to go. She would… She was…

She was just going to lay here until she could muster the strength to stand again. Isiat draped her in a fresh set of blankets from one of their closets before he left, her dopey, well fucked smile the last he saw as he quietly shuffled on his knees outside and closed the door.

The village was starting to wake, and he made haste as he marched back towards the Arvian-occupied portion of Cereth's sight, buckling his pauldron back in place and adjusting his loincloth. He'd tried to wipe down, but-

He rounded a corner, finding the hazelnut-pelted figure of Kleng staring at him disapprovingly as he leaned on his spear, a bucket and clean, wet washcloths in his free hand.

"So I see you ignored my advice, but as you're not distraught, I presume you were at least careful about it?" The Elder Arvian, Isiat's mentor and friend, looked like he was trying not to laugh, the corners of his beak curling into a wry and knowing grin.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Elder Kleng. I was out for a morning walk." Isiat replied smartly and quickly, fighting off his own grin. They both knew that the fledgling was full of shit.

"You know, I was young once too, fledgling." Kleng started

"Yes, Elder Kleng, I'm sure you were, and it must have been long ago indeed. I was just going back to-" Isiat was cut off as the wet cloth slapped across his beak and stuck there. The sound of his mentor's laughter was sharp in his ears as the Elder tossed the bucket at him as well. Isiat barely caught it, soapy water splashing against his messy chest feathers.

"Not like that, you're not!" Kelng cackled. "Go to the river and get yourself cleaned up unless you want the entire of Cereth's sight to smell you as well!" Kleng barked at him, pointing away towards the river.

Isiat, red-faced and properly scolded, slunk away to wash, trying not to laugh until he was out of earshot of the Elder.