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Lauanna had woken up that morning, a little cranky due to her breeding cycle's timing. She had gotten up before the changing of the guard at the town gates, basket in hand to collect some herbs for her needs. As she approached the gate after collecting the herbs, and taking shelter for the storm in the hollow of a tree, she noticed a wet, sodden lump resting against the gate, one that resembled a Yinglet. She cried out, in her inexperience as a mature female, cried out her kind's distress call, and soon there were more males around than she ever wanted to be this close to her breeding cycle's peak. The news was soon out that a newcomer had been found at the gates of Mael, the village they were at. She officially was on a mission for the trade guild, accompanying her sire, Seliro and collecting news from the frontier as part of her calling in the Guild of Bards.

She had ulterior motives regarding the yinglet the Humani Guard carried into the guard's station. Newcomers were fairly rare, and celebrated among her people. She and her sire padded down to the gatehouse following the Humani, where they placed the muddy YInglet drying near the fire. She knew the guard as being one of Barron Brafino's men, back before he was a Barron. She listened to her father and the guard talk, and taking a tough cleaning rag, started to clean him off, liking what she saw the more she cleaned. He stirred once as she cleaned his belly fur before resting once more.

"Lauanna, he is definitely a newcomer, and for his discovery, Patriarch B'rt will likely give you silver rank." Her sire said, and she nodded looking back at the Humani carrying the newcomer with her sire carrying the newcomer's stick and what goods he had carried with him. She followed them to the Dwelling her guild had rented for her use while there. Her sire Seliro had accompanied her on this journey, and they had become fast friends, as in her four years, they had met only in passing, as her egg had been promised to Patriarch B'rt's Bard Guild, and he belonged to Matriarch Jeela's Traders Guild.

She had 5 sires, each in different stations and guilds, but only one in her Guild, and She was the only hatchling from that clutch that was a Bard. Yinglets were hatched, already belonging to what Guild, or Family that claimed the egg he or she was in. The Bards got 2 hours per day for general education for all Yinglet Younglings. But otherwise guilds controlled the rate of learning, and what was taught. As For her, she was Learning as fast as Knowledge could be stuffed into her head. Songs were a great part in doing this, and many were the hours she repeated teaching songs from her guildmaster.

As the newcomer was laid down, she thought of the morning's errand, and indeed fortune smiled on her. As she prepared the herbs for the two part aphrodisiac, her sire looked over her shoulder. "You sure about this? It's risky, what if he is a dum-dum and was cast out for burning his enclave?" She smiled, as she reached for the brazier, crumbling the herbs within that would trigger the oral dose. "Look at his belongings, Sire Seliro. They are not the trappings of a dum-dum yinglet." And indeed, they were a treasure of basic tools and supplies, both unusual for a Yinglet, and well worn, as if they were used often.

Seliro placed a handpaw on his muzzle, ears lowered. "Chances are, you are exactly right, and as many eggs as you can carry will all be spoken for, if not the next three clutches after. You plan on marking him?" Seliro asked, having guessed her mind already. She raised a handpaw palm up signifying the affirmative and Seliro chuckled "How did I know that? Hmm? You realize it's a commitment caring for someone you don't even know, right?" Lauanna sighed, then looked up into the eyes of her sire. "I've worked at the Kindergarten level of classes, and the First years too, for the Guild. It's my job, and I'm uniquely qualified for this too." She purred as she ground into paste the herbs that would counteract the medicine female yinglets took so as to not do exactly what she planned to do.

Seliro waved her off, chuckling at her defensiveness. "All right, all right, Your Mother might want to kill me for not stopping you from this path, but I am not in your guild, so you are free to do what is best for you, and your guild. And I think you both will do very well, if you can pull this off, and the consequences are not too severe." He said the last, walking out of the hut for fresh air, but also wisely limiting his exposure to her for the first few hours. She made tea for herself, and added the aphrodisiacs to the stew simmering on the pot. As the water boiled, her paw trembled, as past this action, there would be consequences. She took the water off the fire, and poured a cup of steaming water into the cup, then added the leaves that would awaken her true instincts. As the tea simmered, she undressed, having read the journals of her great grandmother, and knew sensitivity would be a real issue for her.

As she picked up the cup, she took a deep sniff of the witches brew she had made, it had a sweet smell, like Bruisegrass. She lifted it to her snout, and poured it into her mouth. She sat down, wondering when she knew it had worked or not when a soft moan could be heard from the newcomer. She stood up, turning around watching his reaction to her. As he did not react immediately, she ladled a bowl full of her spiked stew and caressed his head as she hand fed him, and as she did, she felt better for doing so, like her heat found a new level, and she knew she would be ready for him. She could smell her scent changing already.

She fed him the entire bowl, his stomach actually inflating with the meal as she scraped the bottom of the bowl, his head on her lap as the last spoonful went into him. As his eyes closed again, she knew he would awaken with a different outlook on life, as she throwed the second part of the aphrodisiac into the brazier, and licked the bowl clean herself. What effect the aphrodisiac had on her now was beneficial, and indeed seeing he slept again, got a bowl for herself, enjoying both Seliro's cooking, and the hormones coursing through her. She would need the nutrition for what was to come, she thought as she too took a nap, her body changing as much as his was as they slept.

She awoke, her head on the Newcomer's hip, and herself curled around him where her groin was near his face too. One of the small voices in her mind said he smelled wrong, and she agreed with it. Never should he smell free of her, she told them, agreeing. She stretched, feeling the changes she had wrought upon herself. She did feel horny, but there was something else, a sense of there not being a rightness about what she smelled. Plus, there was a new warmth in her intimate spot. She had started to excrete the pheromone laden chemicals that would turn the newcomer into a lifetime addict. Of course, there were counter-agents a male could take, and be free of her spell, though only effective for the non-addicted. So she was not destined to be serviced by addicts to her body, no matter how very, very sexy that sounded about now. She touched herself, her finger pad wet with her juices, she sniffed her finger, then her nose caught up to her level of attention. "Wondered when you would remember me, daughter of mine." Seliro said, wearing his ceremonial robes, which made him look quite dashing, and her seeing just a bit of why he was chosen for breeding her egg into existence.

"You have been busy?" She asked,and he raised his palm in answer. He had gotten a group of males willing to be part of this, with a portion of the Egg's sale to a guild going to each father. Or failing to be sold, each father would be given one child to raise if possible, and if not, the males bidding on the eggs between themselves as there usually were fewer eggs than parents per clutch. The Males had been briefed about Lauanna's "Condition" and each offered a dose of the antidote to the drug that was herself, and warned thoroughly about the consequences of not taking it.

"They know?" She asked her sire. "Yes, each has been told, though there is a chance one or more may have a reaction to it, and not be proof against you." Seliro said, having read the same journals she had. She smiled "You have no idea how sexy that sounds right now" She purred, before taking mercy on her sire, and slipping on her dress, which helped cover the font of pheromones she had become.

"Lauanna, there is something important, you need to remember about tonight". Seliro said, sitting down at the table and beckoning her to sit on the opposing backless seat. She did so, her pheromone soaked finger now twisting her head fuzz around playfully. "Lauanna, I will only say this once, do not forget who you are." He said, pulling out a deck of Humani cards. "You are my bright daughter, a Bard, and proud of her intelligence. Don't fuck everything you worked for away." She recoiled like a bucket of water had been thrown her way, falling off the bench, and flailing backwards fell onto the floor.

She panted, thinking of where her mind had been since she awoke, and stood, looking a little more focused. "Good, glad to have you back." Seliro said, motioning to the bench again, as he delt a hand for each of them, and wordless, she took the hand and looked at the cards. "We are Yinglets, not Humani who can set aside the trappings of civilization, and pick them up again. If you lose yourself with this, you lose the hive, and join your Newcomer friend in his further travels."

She discarded one of her cards, and drew another off the deck, following him doing the same. "I feel different, but I still feel like me too." She said, taking a disk, and placing a bet on her hand. Seliro matched the bet, adding "You will be responsible for you both, and anyone else you affect. And if unlucky, responsible for raising the hatchlings yourself. I can't promise to help you if you act unbearably stupid, but short of treason against the hive, I will aid you." She nodded, humani style as she placed her hand down, and he followed. He sighed, having lost, when a moan greeted them both as their guest stirred once more. He stood, the meal having done him good in more ways than one, however the newcomer fell over, making noises that were barbaric to the ear, and to her eternal surprise, her sire answered him in the same language!

The newcomer scraped at Seliro's feet, distraught, as Seliro talked to him in that language that made hearing it for herself make the voices in her head start all jabbering at once. She reached out to him, her handpaw touching his now dry fur as he and Seliro talked. "What is his name?" She asked, hearing a String of syllables in return as Seliro translated the question for her. The answer was a sentence of words she tried to pick a name out of, and failed to do so. "His name is Kryss, and he was exiled for reading humani literature. I think you picked an interesting one here, and stands to do well in your guild. And looking at his erection, soon in breeding too." He said, Deadpan, as the aphrodisiacs had indeed worked on Kryss, visibly, with her own appetite wetted as well.

Tell Kryss of his rights, and I claim him. Kryss..."she tried the name out, feeling it on her lips and approving. In her tongue it sounded like Kiss and she approved as Seliro finished, and She put her handpaw to her chest "Lauanna" she said, before pointing to her sire "Seliro" and then to the outcast "Kryss'' she said proudly, as she and Kryss beamed at each other, herself trying to not notice Kryss's cock dripping on the floor. "Sire, thank you, and tell the suitors outside to take their medicines, we won't be long this time. The first dose.." She was about to finish as Seliro interrupted her "I know, I know, good hunting, Siren Lauanna." He said, closing the door behind him.

That word, Siren was one the Humani brought to her culture, and the story of the singer whose vengeance crashed ships as her attractiveness and voice drove males to their doom upon the rocks below her home. Siren was also the name her Grandmother was given by the humans before they had become a single people with hers. And now, she took the first real step in following her illustrious ancestor's footsteps as she disrobed, and grabbing her instrument sat beside him in the round bed Yinglets preferred, akin to a large bowl made from soft reeds and grasses woven like a basket. She thought of the tale of the Siren, and strumming her Twanger, started to sing the legend, but this time, she changed the lyrics, singing the tale from the Siren's place, full of power and pride, her beauty her only weakness. She sang it again, trying out the words she had invented, and to her surprise, Kryss sang along, countering her song with a deeper but on pitch harmony. She sang and played adding the melody they shared to her song, and upon the third verse, Kryss was getting most of the words down. That he was an intelligent yinglet just made her want him more as they finished.

She gave him a Humani salute, the clapping of hands, a gesture so universal that Yinglets had yet to better its appeal. He ducked his head in pleasure for the praise, but with the song ringing in her head and heart, she took her journal out, and copied the words, and notations for the dual melody they had sung. It was a gift, one that would put both of them in good standings in the guild once they heard the song written by a Siren, and her Thrall. She placed her book down, and seeing he had looked away from her, she took a clawed finger, and placed it under his chin, her other hand grooming his groin fuzz, stopping only when finding his cock, which caused him to squeak, and start to stand, but she was a Siren, and he was her prey. She sat him back down, and placed his forepaws on her chest, while she did the same, making a game out of it, the other party placing their hands where they wished to be touched themselves. At first sitting, then standing, and then advancing to full body caresses. She was as ready as she ever was going to be, and turned around, presenting herself, tail raised. He grasped it, then running a finger down her tail, touched her dampness, her means of control, her breeding hole she wanted to be filled, then he did just what she wanted.

The feeling of his being in her, and her releasing more of her love potion onto his cock made her come around him just in the penetration. She sang the song of the Siren, and as he moved in her, followed her in the first verse, then echoed her in the second, making the song a round, with him repeating her four beats later. They sang the words and then he came in her, hilting in her, and she felt her innermost self milking him, filling a place she only vaguely knew existed as his seed was stored within her. He came, hard, and she too felt different than any sex before. She placed her hand on her belly in bliss, before reaching back and placing his over her belly, and hers over it, feeling the skin stretch as her cum pouch was filled. (Author's note: female Yinglets have a spermatophore organ to carry the seed of one or many males before fertilizing her eggs)

She kissed him as he finished, her thirsty snatch milking him for more that was not forthcoming as of yet. This was her first time with him, and they needed a moment to see if he reacted badly to her. She felt warm, and happy, and he smelled far better now than before. She wanted him, to claim him, to make him hers as they started a dynasty together. She was ready for her suitors now, and she turned to him, pulling off of him "I will be back, soon. Stay here, and I will return to you." She said pointing to him, then to the bed. She knocked on the door, and Seliro opened the door, where her suitors stood, naked as she was. Seliro winked at her, then moved to intercept Kryss as she shut the door behind him.

The males bowed to her in the ritual fashion, and she did also in return, sealing the pact that Seliro had initiated. She moved to the first, and he took her arm in his, and they walked to the neighboring hut, where they looked at the other. "You took the meds Seliro gave you?" She asked, and he nodded, placing his hands on her ass, and she obliged, raising her tail as he entered her. They fucked wordlessly, and he came, and she cooed as her pouch was filled again, her muscles mixing the two donations as he finished "Good Lay" was all he said, before smacking her ass, playfully and leaving. The second and third were similar, all business and had taken their protection.

The fourth, what looked to be a Soldier from the Warrior caste, far bigger than she only smiled at the question "Make me yours" Was all he said, before taking her passionately, and she was surprised in return, at her body's reaction to him. His white fur was stained with her issue, as she marked him as her own, and he in return growled, cumming in her box like he was conquering it. Her body ate his donation like a diver, who having found a clam, breached the surface. So too did they hold onto each other, his body drinking in her intoxicating hormones, and hers doing the same to his seed.

He separated, reluctantly smiling "Feriro, Trade guild, and forever yours siren, matriarch to be, and mother to my offspring" She kissed him, standing on her hindpaw clawtips to do so. "Seliro was my master, and I will follow you, as we are never to part for long again." He said, stepping back, his tail rubbing along her neck and chin as he left, having made quite an impression on her.

The fifth was one of the Patriarchs of the hive, and they being the only males immune to her chemicals, already being fully addicted to another Matriarch. He smelled wrong! Her voices cried out in her head as he approached her, and started to tease her in a way only a mature lover would. She responded to this, even as a part of her rejected his touch, he entered her, and she whispered to him the joy of being bred, of becoming a siren. When he came in her, he grunted each time he came, pressing her into the wall as he took her. His groin too was marked with her issue, helplessly trying to change his biology. As she took his seed, he whispered into her ear "I am C'yn. My Matriarch is old now, soon I will need another, and I dislike Jeela taking the Grand Matriarch's seat." he finished, pulling out, and giving her something to think about, how she would be competing with the other females for Grand Matriarch Kyria's harem, and the power implied. She left, with Feriro cleaning off Patriarch C'yn's cock, and she wondered if he had done the same for each of the suitors.

As she walked back to Kryss, she felt her belly, its warmth, and loved it. This was what it meant to be a Yinglet, and she was a Siren too nonetheless. As she entered the door, her belly moved from side to side, sloshing very pleasurably, but that movement told her everything she needed to know, as she was not fully filled yet. She took another fistfull of herbs, and fed the brazier, earning her a look from Seliro as she pushed Kryss down, and climbed on his cock, her belly wet with cum and her own issue warming as she pressed against him, feeding off of his scent, HERS! The voices caroled in her soul. And that part of her anatomy that was a Siren's grew within her, ready for the next stage as she shivered as he came again, and again, a product of the aphrodisiacs for both to enjoy through the night as she claimed him forever, as by the time the drugs had worn off, and they awoke after a humani length sleep, he would be hers. And sparing a snide comment by Seliro, who climbed into the nest with them, it was a perfect start for them.

In the morning, she awoke, and he still cumming in her every few minutes, and her belly now looking humani pregnancy sized. She rubbed herself, and smelled Kryss, her first Thrall. She did think this was going well, when a cramp took her, the seed within her was mature now, and her body ready to use it. She also felt her body had changed again, and now felt bigger than he was able to fill. She had not read that part of her Grandmother's Journal, but Granny had quite the appetite for her lovers, enjoying them as much as they in turn loved her. She was thinking of this, and his scent (all hers!) when he awoke, with her messing with his headfuzz in his sleep.

She was thinking very possessive thoughts, and answered Seliro when he asked about Breakfast with a hearty "Yes!" triggering Kryss to cum when the cramp returned, but this time it was far bigger, and her groin pressed into him, widening his slit as she came into him in a new way as her body gave Kryss what he needed from her, as she came around his cock, and into the pouch that males often fucked eathother to fill. She growled, as she filled him with her drugs, feeling him give under her pressure, as she grasped the bedding, grinding into him. She came, her female sex giving her much pleasure to be this domanant, but looking down at him, she stopped. And seeing the look on Kryss's face she collapsed onto him, shaking her head at what she had become.

Seliro brought her fried slug, and she wordlessly ate it, unmoving. She looked at him, as she swallowed, then taking the next piece and spearing it with her shelltooth, she shared it with Kryss in apology for losing control. Whatever she had done, though, Kryss absolutely smelled fantastic now. She had Seliro explain that the cramp was part of being mated, which was mostly true, and then was time for belly rubs, she sitting on his cock still as the two explored the other.

She was surprised at her cum pouch starting to contract, thinking it being a side effect of the massage. She had been watching Seliro pack, when it hit, and she twisted and turned on Kryss in pleasure, his grey fur now almost entirely matted with her purple love around his groin fur. But this was something new to her, as with gentile, yet entirely addictive pulses, she fertilized her first egg.

She came off the ecstasy with her tail in her mouth, her forming a perfect ouroboros with Kryss holding her steady. She let go, and there must have been a change in her pheromones, as Kryss's cock grew soft in her. Either that, or the aphrodisiacs had worn off. The rest of the morning was normal to her, minus her gifting him with an identifying collar, showing him to be claimed. but there were plenty of "Kryss moments" throughout the morning when something new caused him to stop and examine everything about it. "He said he was the reader of forbidden knowledge, guess curiosity comes with the package." Seliro said, having explained to Kryss what something was for what felt like the hundredth time. "Weren't you supposed to be the qualified one to care for him?" Seliro teased, with the Yinglet version of puppy eyes.

She raised her palm in agreement, that Seliro had a point, and introduced Kryss to cards as the Tiplods were harnessed, and she seeing the second cart piloted by Feriro caused her heart to skip a beat, even as he blew her a kiss, humani style. She made to catch it, and stuck it to her face, before putting it between her legs, making the Bigger yinglet choke, and the Tiplods being the beasts of burden they were, unsure about the command this entailed. Causing more than a little bit to calm them fully. Kryss mumbled something, before dealing her a deadly blow, card wise, with him grinning. She patted him on the head, as the cart started to roll, taking them home.