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Kryss watched Lauanna drag the big male behind the watering tanks as Seliro approached "Help me with Tiplod?" Seliro asked in his pigeon version of the people's tongue. He nodded, his peripheral vision tracking his siren as she disappeared behind the tank, then froze when the big male's tabard was cast aside, causing him to hiss slightly, and Seliro to clap his forepaws together, causing him to startle. "She is a Siren, and chose Feriro last night also" Seliro said, pouring water into the trough for the Tiplod's refreshment.

"Lauanna is a Siren?" Kryss said, his forepaws clutching his head, whining in distress. "Lauanna is, but she loves you." Seliro said, petting the young male. "Was taught Siren bad, bad, bad, most bad. Is not so?" Kryss said, his voices which were unusually quiet, were now shrieking in his head, Danger! Run! Jump! And other less helpful things, but so shaken was he, his forepaws and footpaws were all grasping the others. "Lauanna is my daughter, and not bad, she raised from egg to be a good Siren" Seliro said in the people's tongue.

Kryss nodded, remembering the soft times and singing, and gasping at what he had been taught about a Siren's song. But he had heard it, and not have been made to feel bad. Lauanna was a good Siren, he could live with that, and with effort, stopped whining, and untangling his limbs, stood up. "Thank you Seliro, Father of Lauanna" he said, taking a bow, not the groveling he once did for the male, but one of true respect, for the male who bred good sirens.

Kryss stood up from the bow, hearing the passion of Lauanna, cocking one ear towards it, just as Seliro's ears folded flat "It's a cave, noises do not go away easy here" "Lauanna sounds happy, I am happy too." Kryss said, feeling a warmth in hearing her growl of ownership deep in his body as she claimed the big white Yinglet. "Good attitude, Kryss, you have a lot to learn, and you should get to know Feriro, he is like a brother to you."

Kryss nodded "Good Idea, maybe I ride with him?" he asked, and Seliro raised his palm in agreement. "That mean, yes?" He chirped, and Seliro nodded. So he moved his belongings to Feriro's wagon as Seliro yelled very loudly at the older Yinglet, and he moved his belongings to Seliro's wagon. He then picked up Lauanna's bag, and carted it over to Feriro's wagon as well, not wanting to be separated from her.

As the two lovers walked back from behind the tank, he giggled, as Feriro had forgotten his tabard, as well as Lauanna's dress, so they strode paw in paw, oblivious to their nudity, and they were marked with her love. He chose to not comment, and instead, darted over, and collected the items they had discarded, bundling them up, and setting them in the driver's seat for Feriro, when his mind started to work again.

The big furry Yinglet climbed aboard, rocking the Wagon slightly as it accommodated his mass. Lauanna purred, caressing Feriro's head as he grabbed the reins. "Tiplod watered while you were gone" he told Feriro. Seliro said something to them, but so far, they had not noticed their nudity, or did these yinglets not care about being seen naked? He himself was almost so, and had not drawn any unusual attention, so perhaps this was more normal here? He thought this as he extended a paw to Lauanna, as Feriro lifted her up. She got her balance and both moved to the passenger seat, behind the driver as the "I helped" He said to Feriro, earning him a flick from the big male's ear in recognition.

Lauanna said more, and turned to himself, saying that same word "Mine" as she smelled deeply of himself. He hugged her to himself, smelling Feriro's scent on her, but that to him smelled good and right. Her warm breasts were bigger now than he remembered, and he licked one, cupping it in his forepaw, careful with his claws as she sighed,wiggling in her seat. She stood up, and he thought he had done something wrong as he lowered his ears, but instead of harsh words, she stepped over him, and sat on him, so her breasts were on his chest as the wagon started to move. Feriro glanced back "You have a good seat, I'd not trade it easily" He said, laughing as she cuddled up to him, and him to her, only taking time to slide around so as to straddle the bench, his footpaws grasping its edge for balance.

His siren liked her comfy seat, her tail caressing his legs, as he looked into her eyes. She said something in the liquid tongue she and Feriro shared, and Feriro translated for her. "She wants to teach you our way to talk. She will say a word, I will say it in the slave cant, and you, repeat it both, deal?" Feriro said, which he agreed to, and so his education began, with himself asking to learn the words to her song first, which they agreed to, and so, he learned her song's meaning, whose beauty caused himself to cry at its beauty.

They took a break from learning as she started to sniff him deeply, growling. With Feriro putting his claw on his muzzle saying something to her, and then she growled at him, not as a threat, but like how young yinglets did for claiming something as theirs, which Feirio simply waved his paw in the air back and forth as she pushed him down, already being atop himself, and him having to shift his tail as he layed down." "Relax, she wants what we did at the water tower, to claim you as family, so I would let her" Feriro said, as she looked into his eyes, bending over him, her tail swaying oh-so sexily as she pushed her groin into his.

He put his hands on her breasts, and she put hers over his, as he felt her wetness find his slit, and expand into him, she saying "Mine" as he felt her breasts contract, pulsing under his paws as a second later, she sprayed something wonderful into his slit, the magical warmth that he wanted, that only she could provide, and she provided more, her breasts only slightly pulling back into herself as she filled him more fully than any male could. He looked into her eyes, ignoring the possessiveness, and as she growled "Mine" he knew what she meant, and what a Siren really was. Not good, not evil, she just was, and he was hers.

Lauanna was not moving, from her "seat" and he was not in any hurry for her to do so, even as he absorbed her essence, she somehow knew, and supplied more, in short loving spurts, no longer wrinkling her nose as she did so in possessiveness, he was hers, and now, she could relax in that knowledge. She reached over to her items, and pulled out the Twanger harp she played, and soon the two of them were singing her song of the Siren, knowing its meaning now, and soon a third voice joined the duo, a higher voice, risen on wings of a song, above the two of them, soaring, finding its own place in the melody.

Lauanna smiled as she sang, her voice being transmitted directly into his groin of course, and his cock being marinated in her potent fluid, he felt alive, as he rubbed her tummy, her cum pocket now less inflated, but he detected a second egg, with the first having dropped to just above her hips. He raised his head, and placed his cheek on where the first egg's bulge marked her. She continued to sing, but for a moment, rested her hand on his head, holding him close to her, ceasing playing for something more important.

He sighed "You look beautiful" at which she stopped singing and asked Feriro something, which he lowered his ears, and muttered something. Her ears also lowered, and she looked down at him and tenderly gave him a kiss, then started slowly getting up, and he felt his slit close, sealing her treasure inside himself. She whispered to him "Feriro needs a hug. Nod if you understand" He got Feriro, nodd, and hug, but the rest he guessed looking at the big male, staring at the road ahead, who had not looked back at them for a half hour now. He nodded glad to have picked up that much as she climbed off of him, and readied her attack, and he in turn readied himself.

They pounced on Feriro, hugging and tickling the other, to the point where his sourness evaporated like piss on a sand dune. Feriro laughed, transferring the reins to a foothand, and hugged them back, adding a few tickles to them both in revenge. They remained in this embrace until Lauanna's tail struck something, and it fell off the wagon. Feriro and Lauanna said something to each other, questioningly, before he chipped in "Was your clothes." Which caused the both of them to look down at themselves, having felt so natural in the nude they had forgotten. "I get!" He said in the common tongue, climbing over the boxes, and jumping off the back of the wagon.

He got the items, having fallen to the side, and not stained by the Tiplod's leavings, then raced back to the wagon, which had stopped, and ran under the wagon, it being Humani sized, there was only one place to climb back in, so he tossed the bundle up to Feriro, and climbed the ladder, with Lauanna offering him a hand as he made it up to the top. The wagon that Seliro was driving had stopped, and as Feriro put on his tabard, He took the reins, easing the Tiplods forward. "No worry, Seliro show how" He said, as Lauanna helped him button up before he helped her dress also, her dress now tighter on her pregnant frame than before he noticed as the pair sorted themselves out, and Seliro's wagon started to move once again as well.

"Seliro teach, huh?" Feriro said, in the slave cant, which he nodded as he held the reins as he had been shown earlier. "Lauanna needs seat, I drive, you share cuddles" he said, as the pair looked at the other before nodding, and before long soft snores could be heard from Lauanna and still being awake, Feriro said "Thanks, Kryss". The big Yinglet said, holding her to himself, in a familiar loving embrace with her on top of him. "Lauanna is special, and you were there, sharing egg making with her?" Kryss asked, slipping back into his native tongue.

Feriro growled in affirmation, and they were silent for a moment. "Seliro said, more males, is better for the egg, yes?" he asked and Feriro growled again softly, as Lauanna slept atop Feriro, filling him purely by instinct. "Glad it you" Kryss said, in the common tongue, and resting his tail on the big Yinglet's side, feeling him breathe as he guarded their Siren's dreams as they neared the Hive.

Feriro soon too joined the nap, leaving himself alone for the first time since Lauanna had found him, and taking a piece of Jerky out of the pouch he had seen Feriro feed himself out of, he ate it, and soon felt his gizzard grinding it pleasurably, not to be compared to Lauanna perhaps, but it felt good nonetheless. As the wagon got nearer the Hive, he could smell it, well before he could see it, with them passing under vent holes, with shafts of daylight pouring through, the brightness almost hurting his eyes

As the wagon passed through one of those beams of light, Lauanna awoke, stretching, but not getting up off of her soft seat. He gave her a "Good Rest!" but could see she did not understand, and sighed, before starting to sing her song, putting his heart into it, as she draped her tail over his shoulder as he sang, it echoing off the walls as he sang to her a welcome he did not have words for. Her tail's furry end kept time as he sang, tickling the underside of his chin as she twitched it in time, and he daringly looked back at her in obvious enjoyment before looking at the road ahead, with a smile on his face and a song on his lips.

He finished his song, and taking a piece of jerky, he impaled it on his shelltooth, and leaned back letting her take it, smiling as he remembered her doing the same for him not too long ago, and as she made happy sounds, Feriro asked"Mind getting me one too?" as she made happy noises digesting Feriro's treat. "You want treat, you drive, I want to be seat, you jive?" He said to Feriro, who snorted, and had to explain to her, and Luanna just giggled, and ate the next piece of Jerky he offered.

He took the next piece and made happy sounds as he swallowed it, and could see it was working, and with a "That's just mean" He joined Lauanna in laughter, as she rose off of him, letting the two switch places, but Lauanna looked uncomfortable as she sat down on him. She said something to Feriro, whose expression was one of panic. "I did not eat the last one." he said to Feriro who placed a forepaw on the bridge of his nose "Lauanna is ready to lay our egg" Feriro said just as she opened his groin's pocket and sighed blissfully as she claimed him again. "Really!" he said, looking into her eyes as she nodded, there not being any translation necessary.

"Why the worry zhen?" He asked Feriro. "We are a half hour to de far side of the Hive from the hatchery" Said Feiriro in the people's tongue, then repeated it to Lauanna who rubbed her egg laden hips on him as the tiplods lumbered forward as Feriro kept taking nervous glances back at the pair which he and Lauanna simply shrugged, she was ready to lay, but not in a hurry to do so, so she said to Feriro who nervously ate a piece of his stash of Jerky.

"Mind passing back a piece?" Kryss asked sweetly, earning him a snort. Lauanna said something, and Feriro smugly passed back a piece, held just behind his shelltooth. Lauanna smiled accepting the gift,then let Kryss take it from her "Hey! That's not fair!" Feriro wailed, actually dropping the reins, causing the tiplods to stop, and his venomous glare causing the two to laugh as Feriro got out and back in again, this time holding the reins.

Lauanna said something to him, which made him relax a little and repeat his "gift" which she took, and the two of them swallowed the piece they held, feeling quite good. Lauanna even kissed Feriro's tail, which was twitching nervously, betraying his mood. They both petted it as he looked straight forwards, almost in danger of running into Seliro's wagon as they finally exited the tunnel, and into the hive itself, a bustling place where YInglets and Humani walked, talked, and coexisted in various amounts of friendship, trade, and romance.

The wagons stopped at the Headquarters of the Trade guild, and as they did, Lauanna moaned, sitting up off of him. "Seliro!" Feriro yelled climbing off the wagon as the older Yinglet ran over, the emotion in Feriro's voice telling he said something else when Seliro was in range and Feriro jumped onboard, and took Lauanna and placed her on his back, jumping from wagon, to tiplod, to the ground "Come on Kryss! Follow me!" Feriro shouted as he took off, leaving Seliro and he looking at each other before he too followed the big yinglet at a run.

Feriro was out of sight by the time Kryss hit his stride, but Kryss had a couple of advantages, one, Lauanna's scent. He would forever be attuned to it, and he merely had to follow his nose, The second reason was Feriro was not in the mood for being subtle, and the yelling, and sometimes crashing of items were heard from quite a distance. He almost fell from an overturned cart, having been pulled by a male, was now dumped along the ground, he raced to the side, avoiding the wrath of the male, and just catching a view of Feririo as he made a turn, on all fours.

He panted as he made up time on the Warrior bred Yinglet, his thin legs not nearly as powerful, but he was quick, and the scent of Lauanna was near, and perhaps it was that, or his incredible willpower from his trials, but he did not stop, until he had a face full of Lauanna's tail poof, and she grinding her hips on Feriro's back, matching her movements with his as he ran. The trio made it to what was less a building, than a hole in the wall, molded out of the very earth surrounding them, a smug male tried to stop them at the entrance, but was flat knocked on his ass by Feriro as he shouldered his way in, he followed, but the male grasped him by the tail, causing him to hiss as the male peppered him with likely insults, accusations, and whatever a bleeding yinglet says to a intruder.

Kryss ignored him as he followed his Siren, getting a few looks from passers by, but other than this male, who would not leave him alone, pulling, yelling, and the worst part was not knowing why. When Feriro stopped in a room where many eggs were, he laid down, panting, as Lauanna moaned softly once more. The unhelpful male said something, then grabbed Lauanna, pricking her skin with his claws. He smelled her blood, his friend, who had taken him in, fed him, his Mate, who carried his egg, who shared such tenderness, and his Siren, whose bond would last to death. She had been hurt by this FILTH!

He jumped, his exhaustion of a moment before cast aside like a dirty shirt, The male had not let go of her, his body grew closer, and he felt his shelltooth sink into him, his claws rend, his prey's scent, once confident, turn sour in shock, pain, and then fear, yes fear! What a male who hurt Lauanna must feel! Any blow he received was as nothing, so focused on his prey he was when a huge mitt of a paw reached out, and the blow was such that he was lifted off the ground by it, his hold on the male causing them both to tumble, as he kicked, and flayed, hitting the ground with his prey's drooling ass unconcious and bleeding, the scent of her blood remained, and he hit him, slapping his face, until bloody gouges were visible on his cheeks. He stood over him, ready to continue, but heard Lauanna moan again, this time louder, and he heard Feriro's exclamation "Enouzh!" in the first word he recognized since leaving the wagon, turned to see Lauanna's egg peek from her. He ran over to her, as Feriro held her to him from the front, he got what he thought was the better deal, and kissed and licked her egg hole as the egg re-entered her as his touch. He sat down under her, his lap would be her nest as his hands rubbed her ass.

She bore down, once more, the beautiful lavender of the egg breaching her lovely fur, framing it as she sat down on him, her tail held by himself, as it twitched and moved as she pushed the egg out, and he felt it on his legs, as her posture changed as she lifted off of it, he moving one pawhand to hold it steady as the widest part crested her, and her soft moan delighted his ears as she stood, leaving the treasure in his lap, he hugged the thing they had made together, his feelings only slightly tempered by the bloody clawprints he left on its surface as he looked up at his family and smiled "Mine" he said, holding it to his chest fur protectively.

That moment was burned into his memory forever, the feeling of his own egg under his pawpads, his mate's warmth still radiating from it, the look from his family. It was beautiful, heartwarming, and unfortunately, temporary, as he could hear noise from outside. It grew louder, causing Lauanna to hiss softly, as the city guard had caught up to them. There were two armed warrior bred Yinglets, and a Humani. The worker Feriro had knocked out chose to make a moan betraying himself, not that being covered in his blood might not have, but he thought perhaps that it was the last measure of revenge the male had on him.

The two males pulled his arms away from the egg as he tried to curl around it to protect his child, he felt a ringing blow on the back of his head, and then nothing. He awoke, tied up, in a dark room, without lights, or comfort. He could not smell Lauanna, or Feriro, or move his paws. He tried to get his shelltooth to where his footpaws were, but he felt funny for a moment in his shoulder, and then blacked out again.

He awoke again after having cold water dumped on himself. His footpaws had been cut free, but his forepaws were pinned to his sides, and his shelltooth was pierced, with a chain holding his muzzle to his neck via a collar. A rope was attached to the collar, and he could see his white collar trampled on the floor that Lauanna had given him, he wanted to cry, remembering what Seliro had said, "Certain Deazh" would be his lot, and he was roughly pulled to his feet, and pushed out the door.

He was pulled along by his collar, which would restrict his breathing if he moved his head, or let his guard tighten his lead, which he did occasionally causing him to gasp when it was loosened. He was led to a large open chamber where several yinglets sat, with a old crone in their midst, whose scent made his fur stand on end from its wrongness. His growl was abbreviated by a swift pull on his chain, held there until his vision was turning to darkness as he fell to his knees coughing as the pressure was lessened.

His head was turned to where he seen his friend on the floor, bound similarly with hot irons in a forge nearby, and looking up, he saw her, her face muzzled, but otherwise unharmed, minus for the tears she shed. He was drug over to the crone, the oldest female he thought had ever existed as she ran her disgusting claws over his fur. She said something to him, but he could barely hear, the sound a ringing one as his head was held still for her, as she took a knife and slashed at him and with a wet warmth he watched his ear fall to the ground, felt his blood wet his pelt as she laughed as Lauanna struggled, then collapsed. The crone smiled as she stabbed the ear, laughing evilly as she looked up at Lauanna being forced to stand, the crone holding it up before giving it to the male next to her, who held another ear already.The crone backhanded him, knocking him off his feet as his wound left a bloody smear along the floor as he was dragged over to the iron forge, where a Humani picked up one of the hot irons with a tool from the fire and cauterized his wound. He struggled, then was hit on the head again, and there was darkness.

He awoke after, on a pile of flesh that smelled at least familiar. His hands had been freed, and his shoulder definitely did not work right, with one forepaw hanging limply. He stood up, trembling as the pain from his head increased greatly when he tried to move his ears. He used his good hand to brace against the wall to steady himself, there being a very dim light to see by, even for Yinglet standards. His kind could see heat however, and the lump of fur he had been resting on was alive, of that he was certain. He felt along the room for a door, or anything, driven by a hunger that had nothing to do with food.

The furry lump moaned, and turned his head around muttering in the tongue of the evil ones. He made the sign that was supposed to ward off evil, as he had been taught by his elders. He hissed as a hand touched himself, even if the other was bigger than he, he was one of the council's yinglets and he found himself very confused as the bigger yinglet opened his eyes, and spoke to him in a barbaric accent. No, he did know where they were, and he yelled at the male, which caused his ear to hurt, and reaching up, felt why, it just was no longer there.

The male had a similar wound, and he paced the floor, the hunger causing him to feel crazy, the voices in his head were unusually silent, and his cell mate got to his feet, or at least three of them as one of his rear legs were clearly broken. Tough luck there, he thought, feeling his own injured appendage. Whoever he was, it was not his concern no matter how the other talked to him, obviously not one of the people. He felt along his jaw, his shelltooth had been broken, not that he remembered having eaten many clams before, but it was a shame it was damaged so, and would likely fall out.

The big male called out a name, once again grasping him, which made him jerk, and try to pull away. He smekked the male on the face with a footpaw, causing him to let go hissing, he having hit him on his injured side. And he fell on the ground on both his wounded shoulder, and injured head. And knew nothing for a while.

He dreamed while he was unconscious, a very odd looking, but regal bug approached him, and he backed away, fearful of her, or at least it felt like a female, as he stumbled, and fell over. She walked over to him, bigger than even a Humani, she picked him up, cradling himself to her tenderly. "Who are you?" he asked the insect, who, having more than one set of arms, caressed his face. He felt the answer more than he heard it, a question of who he was, and he tried to answer, but as much as he dug, the answer eluded him. She had a totally alien face, but he detected a smile as she lifted a claw. Visions appeared of his being raised as a Yinglet, for having to fight for every scrap, watching a nestmate starve to death, as he fought with tooth and claw to avoid the same fate. He watched as he learned from the instructors, and met the Matriarch, likely his own mother. She pitied him, and gave him a pet on the head, with the instructions to be a smart yinglet, which he took to heart.

He watched as he learned the ways of his people, as flawed and backwards as they were. It was the right way to do things, or so he was told, but the more he learned, the more flawed things seemed. He sought out ways to make things better, and having a bedmate die due to a building collapse, he redoubled his efforts, and finding a humani book during a raid of a merchant who had trespassed on their land, he looked at the pictures within, at how things were put together, and did his best to duplicate it on the next job he was assigned to.

The memory of satisfaction, that his crafting would not cause anyone else to come home to a empty nest, was short-lived as he was dragged in front of the Matriarch, who had in her hand, the book he had read. She yelled at him, one tear wettening her facial fur before she slapped him once, very lightly. He was cast out then, and alone, minus the book, which was thrown at the dust at his feet, destined to wander the world for a year to come.

He squirmed in the arms of this huge female who stopped and put a finger, or what she had for one on his muzzle. The idea formed in his head that she was sorry, but he needed to remember something important. A scene flashed in front of him, holding an egg in his lap, and he screamed before opening his eyes in a large room not held by a bug, but with four Yinglets looking at himself, one having just pulled his shoulder into its socket, none of which he recognized minus the one with one ear, but one smelled better than anything he remembered. So great was the distraction that he could think of very little else.