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This is the result of an RP between me and Nauta Sinneau. No, I will not give you his screen name.

Disclaimer regarding incest and pronouns as before. This chapter also contains non-explicit violence.

Stormtalon and Asahi (c) him, Nauta Sinneau.

Nivalis (c) me, Si "Evertide" M.

*ahem* Nivalis stayed low to the ground, moving through the undergrowth as he had done a great many times. He kept an eye on the footprints of his and Storm's usual prey, the deerlike animals that made up the majority of the meat part of their diet. He'd been practicing hunting live game and was getting even better than he was before, but he knew he'd have to become almost as good as Storm if he were to maintain their diet needs in the coming months.

Stormtalon followed a reasonable distance behind his brother, the strong maleherm griffon showing slight signs of his pregnancy now, his six-pack belly bulging at his waist, pressing tightly against his pants and shirt, while his sensitive nipples had begun to just barely push out with fat building up beneath them, hardly noticeable to anyone but him. Niv, of course, was so familiar with Storm's body that he never missed a change in it.

The white griffon halted his pursuit, signaling for Storm to do likewise. He took out his sling and a fist-sized stone from his pouch, straining his hearing. *Hmm...are those voices? Asahi's tribe shouldn't be here...* he thought. The other griffon paused, crouching in the brush and perking his ears. He too heard voices and looked around warily to find their source.

Niv continued to listen, gathering that the voices were coming from the direction of their prey. Then a loud "bang!" went through the air, followed closely by the sound of many birds taking flight, both of which came from the same direction. His eyes opened wide in fear. Storm gasped, pouncing over to his brother and instinctively putting a wing over him. His eyes peered in that direction and he signaled to Niv to stay down. Storm slowly crawled through the brush, angling for a better view of what was going on.

Niv stayed down, hoping that he hadn't heard what he thought he heard. Storm had told Niv what their parents told him of civilized anthros and the power of the weapons they used, something they called guns, but neither of the brothers had had any personal experience with either. He stayed as low to the ground as he could as he followed his brother, lagging behind but doing what he could as they approached a hill. Storm's butt waved back and forth in front of Niv's face as he crept to the top of the hill. While covered by the foliage, the view was wide and about eye level with the hunters.

A group of five anthros of varying species were gathered around a few tents sitting around a fire. A pile of cervine carcasses was nearby: their horns and hooves were removed and some of the rest was apparently being used for food. A male black bat fur lowered his weapon, which Niv assumed was a gun, and started to walk over to a dead cervine on the other side of the camp. He laughed and said something in a language Niv didn't understand. The other furs joined his laughter.

Storm looked back at his brother with a perplexed expression. He didn't like the strangers in their woods, especially with such powerful weapons, eating their food. Niv shrugged at Storm's look, though he was still quite shaken from what he had seen and heard. Then a thought occurred to both of them: if they could take one of the carcasses, it would make their own job easier. He crept forward, rustling the bushes no more than the wind would.

Niv carefully watched as Storm crept, wondering how Storm would manage to get away with one of the carcasses. He put the stone in his sling in case it would be needed. Storm paused, looking back at Niv. He grinned and held out a paw for Niv's sling. Niv nodded and crept toward Storm. He held out his hand and gave Storm his weapon.

Storm took the sling and stone, and sat up on his knees, a pose which showed off the curve of his belly beneath his clothing quite well. He aimed the weapon and took a shot past the encampment. As he intended, the stone cracked a branch on one of the trees, breaking it off and sending it crashing down to the bushes below, and the hunters sprang up to investigate, weapons in hand.

Niv caught his gaze lingering on Storm's belly, hardly unusual, but he tried to focus on the task at hand. Seeing what Storm was doing, he grinned and nodded, pointing to himself and then to Storm, silently asking who was going to stay back and who was going to retrieve a carcass.

Stormtalon shook his head when Niv pointed to himself, watching the anthros run into the bushes as he reared up to pounce. It was too dangerous for his brother, who was just getting the hang of the hunt. On cue, as the last anthro disappeared, Storm sprung from the brush, leaping across the grass to the deer carcass, and grabbing it in his arms, starting to carry it back.

Niv smiled at Storm when he returned. He whispered, "Why do these cervines have parts of their bodies removed?"

He started to speak before hearing crashing behind him and voices calling out. What he didn't realize at first was the trail of blood from the campsite to where he'd dragged the carcass. Suddenly, a loud bang and the sound of something moving very quickly near their heads made Storm squawk and raise his hackles. "Take the carcass! Go back to the cave!" he hissed, and then turned to the hunters, still obscured by the brush.

Niv looked around as his fear mixed with his adrenaline from being suddenly thrust into combat mode. He took the carcass and was about to speak just as something zipped past his ear and made a tiny explosion of dirt behind him. He shook off his fear and spoke, "You're coming with me! We can get them another time!"

"They'll find the cave if we run." He growled and lunged out at the closest attacker, a leopard. He tackled the anthro to the ground while the feline's gun shot off harmlessly in the air. The other hunters stopped, crowded around and aiming at the two wrestling on the ground, not shooting for fear of hitting their comrade. They spoke angrily to one another in their language, shouting but keeping their distance.

Niv looked at the furs that he now registered as intruders and took out his spare sling and another rock. He only had this backup sling and a couple more rocks so he was going to have to make them count. He stayed low as he whirled the rock around and quickly took aim, having practiced rigorously, and threw the rock, hitting a vulpine fur square on the face and crushing his skull before hiding from a counterattack behind a thick tree.

Stormtalon's claws tore into the feline, ripping fur and flesh from his chest as the leopard's own claws, though inferior, made quick work of the griffon's shirt and pants, leaving him with trivial scratches on his tough hide and muscular body. A crushing squeeze to the windpipe instantly killed the leopard as Stormtalon sprang to his feet and spread his wings, shrieking menacingly at the other anthros while his shirt bore slashes from his shoulder down to his side, exposing his left pec and nipple, and rips down the right leg of his pants gave a glimpse of his blue-furred ballsack when he spread his legs.

The three remaining furs flinched in fear and two of them cowered, but a female wolf raised a gun to shoot at Storm before her sternum was shattered by another rock. She coughed up a gout of blood and hit the ground. The other two furs just whimpered and covered their heads.

Stormtalon grunted and regarded the cowering anthros. On any normal occasion he'd be one for mercy but pumped as he was from the situation, he lunged at a fox, knocking him onto his back before slashing his throat. The remaining anthro, a coyote, turned to run, before he leapt up after the fleeing canine, pinning him to the ground with a loud crack as his neck snapped, and Storm sat up from the dead body beneath him, growling fiercely. He turned to Niv, his eyes widening as he saw the bat from earlier approaching his brother. "Look out, Niv!"

Niv turned around to see the bat pointing a gun at his face. The bat was only ten feet away; Niv couldn't swat the gun aside nor could he run. The bat had a sadistic and triumphant grin on his face upon seeing the fear Niv's eyes. He said a brief statement Niv again couldn't understand before chuckling. *No...* was the only thing Niv could think.

The maleherm nearly panicked before seeing the female wolf with the stone that had crushed her chest lying on the ground next to her. Storm was perpendicular to the bat and Niv, and picked up the stone with his paw. He reared back and gave the stone a heave, striking the bat in the temple, and killing him before he hit the ground. As the stone hit the bat, the bat fired, but his aim was thrown off so the bullet left a small wound in Niv's left bicep. Niv shrieked in pain, clutching the injury as his blood stained his feathers. Stormtalon rushed to his brother's side, holding him close and smelling strongly of blood, his clothes and fur stained with blood, as well as a musky scent that could only be attributed to the excitement of the moment.

Upon seeing his brother next to him, he buried his face in Storm's chest, unable to hug him because of his injury, and crying in a mix of pain and fear of what just happened.

Storm whimpered at seeing his brother injured, and with quick thinking he tore off the sleeve of his already tattered shirt, wrapping the cloth over Niv's wound and tying it tightly; thankfully the wound was a clean shot through and hopefully wouldn't become infected. "Oh, Niv...I'm sorry...it'll be okay, shhh..." he whispered as he held the smaller griffon against his front, the gentle swell of his belly nestled between them.

Niv let his brother hold him as he took some deep breaths and calmed down, still whimpering from pain. "Storm...you shouldn't have gone and attacked them like that...you or the baby could have been hurt." He looked at the gentle swell of Storm's abdomen and sniffled.

"If I hadn't, there'dve been nothing to keep them from following us home...and I knew what I was doing," he said quietly, nuzzling Niv's head and neck, gently stroking his sides as he sighed. He really didn't know what he was doing, and it wasn't like him to lash out at anything like that, especially not when the anthros were cowering in fear of him. He'd killed them outright - well within his abilities, but he thought that the pregnancy had something to do with it. He hadn't just been protecting Niv and their territory, but also their unborn child.

Niv shook his head. "But you can't do things like that! Your safety is the baby's safety! You just can't!" he exclaimed. He continued to whimper before saying in a choked-up voice, "...But...I'm glad you weren't hurt," he moved his undamaged arm to Storm's abdomen, "both of you."

He sighed softly, standing up a bit straighter as Niv caressed his firm tummy, gently rounded from the pregnancy but hardly large at all yet. His pants were a little uncomfortable at times, mostly when he stretched or bent over, but he was glad it wasn't terribly awkward yet. "So am I, bro...I'm glad you're all right." He gently kissed his brother.

Niv returned the kiss, his overstimulated nerves settling. He let out a deep breath and looked Storm in the eyes. "I hope you not think me turned on by suffering, dear brother, but...I must say I'm quite...excited in more ways than one." Having calmed down, he caught a whiff of Storm's scent and instantly caught what he was looking for. "And I see that you are as well."

Storm blushed slightly, looking down at his tattered shirt and pants, shifting a bit as his balls slipped out of the rips down his leg, reaching down to cover them and rub them a bit incidentally. "Uh, well...y'know, being really excited does that sometimes...." He tilted his head, caressing Niv's cheek with the back of his hand.

He giggled. "Well, that gives me an idea. You seem to like tearing my clothes off...how about I give you a little," he licked Storm's cheek, "show, yes?"

He ducked his head slightly, purring at the lick as his sheath swelled a bit, chuckling and giving his brother a curious look. "Mmm? I'm showing a bit myself," he looked down at his tummy, "in more ways than one..."

Niv rose and gently pushed Storm so he was leaning against the tree, giving his tummy a pat. "And that's not going to change for the worse anytime soon. But for now, just relax...well, most of you," he said with a wink, looking at the bulge in Storm's crotch.

"Unnf," he grunted as he was pushed against the tree, smirking and stretching back at the rubs to his belly, playfully purring and flicking his tail. "Mmmm, what've you got in mind bro...?"

He stepped away from Storm, a lustful smile on his face. He held his arms out to his sides and started to gyrate his lean and agile body, honed from a lifetime in the wilderness. He turned and waved his rump in Storm's face, rubbing it with both of his hands and winking at Storm again over his shoulder.

Stormtalon grinned and leaned back, reaching out to gently caress his brother's rump through the clothing, his own cock unsheathing itself beneath his pants and his tail flicking more excitedly. "Mmm, you've been practicing, bro?" he said with a smirk.

Niv shook his head. "Sort of. You know I like to watch wildlife mate, yes? Well, it sometimes involves a courtship dance. Plus, I thought it couldn't hurt to practice turning you on." He tickled Storm's face with his tail before squatting to caress Storm's shaft with it.

Storm chuckled slightly, nipping playfully at Niv's tailtuft and moaning as Niv rubbed it against his crotch, pre staining the fabric while he spread his legs, gripping the bark of the tree in pleasure. "Ooh, you naughty griffon...."

He growled in lust and chuckled. He was in full seduction mindset. He stepped forward away from Storm again and pulled his tail away before turning back to Storm, caressing up and down his torso, making sure to spend time on his crotch. Then he slowly grabbed the collar of his shirt and kept swaying his middle back and forth before using his claws to tear his shirt off as he hissed loudly.

Storm grunted as his brother caressed his own body, licking his beak and watching while his own paw started groping himself through the rip in his pants. Watching Niv tear off his shirt made him jerk in lust, a thick damp spot of pre appearing on his pants as his sex dripped down the back of his balls. "Mmmmf, Niv, you're gonna be naked..."

He returned to stand right before Storm and quickly but carefully used one of his feet to move Storm's hand out of his pants, wagging his right index finger at him and shaking his head before stepping back again. He took off the pieces of fabric, flinching and briefly breaking his rhythm upon moving his left arm, however slightly, but determined to keep going through the pain, which had started to numb itself. He ran his right hand around his body again and let it linger on the swelling crotch of his pants, licking his beak.

The pregnant griffon lay back, legs spread, panting softly and instead caressing his own belly, pressing in against the firmness through his shirt and moaning softly, his pants tented with his erection and damp at the tip with his pre while another stain between his thighs showed his femsex. "Mmmmf...tease...."

He kicked one of Storm's calves pretty good; not hard enough to bruise but enough to get the point across. He raised his finger to his beak and said, "Shhh. Patience."

Stormtalon whined and kept his eyes on his brother, groaning softly and clawing at the ground.

Niv never enjoyed denying his brother pleasure even to prolong it, but he wanted to show Storm how grateful he was for saving him. He let his right hand travel southward and creep into his own pants, grunting as it reached its target. "Yeah...nothing quite like a little sex after violence...."

"You said it," he replied, watching his brother play with himself and murring softly, knowing that once Niv was done showing off, he was either going to give or get a good fucking...or both.

He smirked and turned his hand around so his nails ripped through his pants' crotch, exposing his throbbing shaft. He allowed his pants to fall to his ankles before he kicked them away, then he started to slowly step over to his brother...before his pants caught on one of Storm's footclaws, causing him to fall over on top of Storm. "Whoa!"

Storm yelped and caught Niv, holding him up by his sides to not hurt his injured arm, chuckling and kissing his beak as he looked into Niv's eyes with love and compassion. "You're a silly boy, you know that, love?" he chirped, gently letting him down between his legs, the scent of his arousal overpowering as he grunted softly. "You got me pretty worked up there, bro...."

Niv gathered his thoughts before laughing loudly. "Aw forget it, I did what needed to be done, now c'mere, you!" He and Storm were giving off enough pheromones to arouse any nearby life, and he wanted to make good use of their effects. He tore off the remnants of Storm's pants with a fervor he seldom showed even when aroused and hissed in arousal at seeing Storm's meat.

The bigger griffon growled as Niv ripped his pants open, his thick shaft pushing out and dribbling with pre while he moaned and panted, gripping Niv's rump with his paws and squeezing it gently, breathing heavily. "You gonna give the baby some attention too, love?"

Niv looked his brother in the eyes. His pupils were fully contracted as if he hadn't fully been himself anymore. "Give it time; right now you're my prey!" At that, he ducked his head to Storm's groin and started licking his femsex with all of his augmented lust.

Storm yelped and gasped as his bro started to eat him out, spreading his legs further and leaning back to give him as much access as possible, his paws lovingly caressing Niv's head and neck as pre spurted on the covered bulge of his tummy. "Ooooh gods, horny griffon who knocked me up...."

Niv laughed while he kept delving into Storm's vagina, not letting up and barely breathing. He used his right hand to grasp Storm's cock and slick him up with his own pre, then jerked him off, pleasuring him in both sexes.

The herm writhed and moaned while his brother sucked and stroked him, his claws digging into the earth while he squawked and whimpered, pre streaming down his shaft and Niv's paw with a spurt now and then soaking his shirt. "Oooh, bro, I'm gonna *groan* make a mess...."

Niv could almost swear that he could hear Storm's pulse as much as he was feeling it, and went for the kill. He engulfed as much of Storm's clit in his beak as he could, pressing his tongue against it, and released Storm's cock and pressed his index and middle fingers against the area between Storm's shaft and his ballsack, having learned from practice that it was a particularly erogenous zone on Storm's groin.

Stormtalon moaned louder and then squealed in pleasure as he came explosively, showering his front and even hitting himself in the face with his hot griffoncream, a liberal amount of male and female cum coating Niv's face and his paw as he thrusted against his brother's pleasuring as much as he could. Niv kept his beak as open as he could and got a good taste of Storm's girlcum. He knew that he'd be able to get all he wanted when he could clean Storm up.

He panted and groaned as his climax subsided, limply laying and softly whimpering as the last of his cum dribbled onto his belly, shivering and moaning from the intensity of the climax. "Ooooh, bro, that was amazing..." he said with a wry chuckle.

He gave Storm's clit one last press with his tongue and withdrew, looking at Storm over his belly. His eyes were still somewhat feral but he closed them for a few seconds and they returned to their normal selves. He shook his head and looked at Storm's cum-stained front. "Wow...I'll have to lose my mind more often if I made you orgasm that much."

Storm chuckled and sat up a bit, his shirt soaked in cum, ripped over his pec and nipple, and his bits hanging out of the torn pants. "Mmmm, maybe you can help clean up the mess you made, honey...."

He giggled. "Yes, mom," he sarcastically remarked as he scratched Storm's belly, "it's the least I can do." He leaned in and started to lick Storm's lower lips clean of his femjuice, savoring the taste as always.

He wiggled and purred, gasping at the licks to his sensitive, post-climax cunny, the grass beneath him damp from his juices as he whimpered. "Oooh, that's not gonna help!" he said with a giggle.

Niv kept up his dutiful cleaning, careful to avoid Storm's more sensitive spots, which he had memorized. He soon finished and turned his attention to Storm's still-pulsing shaft, gently taking it in his right hand and holding it still while he licked it.

More cum leaked out of his shaft as Niv licked it clean. Eventually the flow subsided and the griffon just groaned in pleasure from the licks, twitching and panting softly from the stimulation.

He held Storm's shaft tightly in his hand and drew out the last bit of postcum, which he licked off. Then he turned his attention to the object of his increasingly intense affection: Storm's belly. He slowly ran his tongue over Storm's abdomen, leaving a trail of saliva mixed with traces of boy- and girlcum, and traced his nails right behind where his tongue had gone.

Storm moaned when Niv turned his attention to his tummy, still covered by his shirt and soaked with cum. He panted at the licks and scritches, Niv's claws leaving thin tears as he ran them down his belly. "Ooooh, mmm, might want to open me up a bit...."

Niv purred. "But then I can't taste your fresh cum, dear." He kept up his ministrations, moving closer to Storm's face until he was at Storm's chest. "And now to give these some attention." He rubbed his palm in circles over Storm's left nipple.

He groaned as Niv rubbed his nipple, pushing his chest out slightly and holding Niv in his arms, rubbing the smaller griffon's backside as he shuddered in pleasure, his cock still stiff between them. Niv could feel that his brother's formerly rock-solid abs were slightly softer, giving him a very slightly feminine appearance, albeit barely noticeable at that point.

Niv knew his brother's body very well, and he relished every new development in Storm's changing physique. The first day he could see Storm's tummy showing, he had kept Storm pinned by belly rubs and other displays of affection for hours. He gently grasped his brother's softening pec, purring. "I feel you're moving along quite nicely, love."

"Mmmmmff...yeah, I noticed...heehee...I'm going to have milk for you after a while. Hope you like it." He winked and petted Niv's rump, kissing his cheek and murrgrowling pleasurably. "You really like seeing my body change, don't you, bro?"

He nodded and leaned up to lick Storm's beak. "You know it. But I'll have to enjoy you while I can, after all: eventually your milk won't be for me, you know." He chuckled and returned his hand to Storm's belly.

He purred as Niv's paw caressed his tummy again, and returned the lick. "Yes, but I have two nipples and only one baby...you can have one of them if you like." He winked and rubbed his own nipple, firm and wet from Niv's tongue.

He smiled and moved so his head was level with Storm's, smiling and nuzzling Storm's cheek. "Well, I think we know that the baby comes first...but it would certainly be nice if you have anything left over. Until then, though, I'll take what I can." He licked Storm's beak again. "And you know I like seeing every single change that happens to you."

"So do I, hon...it's been amazing feeling and watching things change. Sometimes I still forget I'm not trim and toned down here anymore." He grinned, feeling his belly pressing up against Niv, and pushing his hips up against his brother's gently.

Niv giggled. "And we're not even halfway done yet. Can you believe that? There's a lot more to this journey, and I can't wait. But for now, we should head back to the cave. I don't want to bring the carcasses back in case their weapons poisoned them or something."

Storm sat up, still wearing what was left of his torn and wet clothing and frowning at Niv's logical conclusion. "Guess we'll have to go hunting again...dammit."

He looked at the dead bat. "Hmm...I have an idea for what to do with this one."

Storm tilted his head in curiosity. "Well, we could eat him...what's your idea?"

He shrugged. "Well, maybe we can get an easy day after all: we'll just use the one they just killed and cut out where it was injured. We can't let the others go to waste, and I think I have just the solution. You know that swamp we very seldom go to?" Storm nodded. "It seems that what I can only describe as something pretty big has taken up residence in it. I say that you handle the cervine they killed, and I'll take this fur and as much of the meat I can carry and offer it up to this creature...it'll remember me for it."

"Right...if you don't make it sick," Storm said with a smirk.

"Oh trust me, unless these are poisoned enough to make us drop dead from licking them, it's probably not going to be bothered." They made their way over to the carcasses, Niv dragging the bat with his good arm. He let the bat go and pulled out the smallest carcass, wincing from the smell of so much death.

"Say, bro, we're pretty naked you know...can you still wear any of your clothes?" Storm asked as he kept going to the deer that the hunters had killed right before they arrived.

"Yeah, I have more, but we can't make tearing clothes regular for long or I'll always be as bare as I am now," Niv quipped.

"I wouldn't complain, but you might when you have to go hunt in the buff." He giggled as he started to drag the deer away. "Meet you back at the cave, love?"

Niv chuckled. "Well, you know, you're going to have clothing issues in due time yourself. And I know you'll come to like that," he said with a wink as he started dragging his first load the opposite direction of Storm and the cave. "Walk carefully, sweetie."

"You too Niv...I'll come if you call." He winked and smiled, padding off to the cave with the deer in tow.