FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

First art trade i've ever done! They're pretty fun, as it turns out. This is a followup to Leaving a Mark, which was a fanfic of BassyBefuddle's characters from Windborn. Follow him and give it a look! Thanks so much to him for all his help and enthusiasm; seriously, follow him, he's fantastic.

Story by me, illustration by him.

---

In Our Shameless Feathers

I got curious.

I hadn't found him shorts in a week, and I got curious.

The room was hot, the curtain swept, and I got curious.

Gael's warm chest against my cheek, and I got curious.

I had a dream that night.

I emerged from a moonlit fountain, a nude ballet, surrounding drips.

A pose of me in each; tiny, frozen universes.

But I looked down, and my reflection was clothed.

Enraged, it grabbed my legs and pulled me down.

I dream more than I'd like to admit.

So I left the hammock.

And then I left the house.

Pokes at the curtain. I'm not subtle.

Peel back and an eyeful of a body as nude as him.

"Hey, Gael," I whispered. "Wanna try something?"

It's like he hadn't woken up. I asked again.

"Amara, are you sure?"

I could ask him the same thing.

I offered him my hand, and he got curious.

We were only in our early twenties. He'd been inside me so many times I'd forgotten what it meant to be modest. So here we were: alive, young and shameless, learning a lesson. Out where the crickets chattered in bushes, the valleys hissed the story of the cirrus clouds, and the apex giants overlooked our tiny stretch of wood, iron, tin and embers. It was only logical that our nudity puzzled the rest together. You have to promise me on this one_-clothing is a barrier. The magnitude of losses Siroon holds on its back rushed free through the empty natural space, through our body and minds. You think, _This is what they feel now, all the time. But it's not. It's what they are. That's why I love being naked. It's a return to form-a piece put back into nature.

I brushed back my hair, swung my hips, arms out; my body is a performance. A diet of beans, berries and leaves, and a physique built from war and watchtower visits. "This is my body, and this is how I celebrate it." I couldn't help but imagine this in broad daylight, walking with the wheelbarrow and the ogling men and women. And then I remembered how most of them would give those spiteful, angry looks. They'd cry to Guidance Delma for answers, like she has to give one to every question. It's all so ugly. There! I said it! Ugly! But I'd keep it inside. The special guest trailing behind has his own problems.

Gael was a red-eyed, stubborn stud from the moment I met him, but here, he had his shield up. It's ironic, because Windborn actually heal up quickly. His bandages were off, and his arm was good as new--but here I saw him red-faced, meekly checking the snoring windows while he covered his crotch with both hands. It's like he was more concerned about someone seeing his penis than his wings.

"I'm surprised you're not showing that thing off," I teased. "You had enough time hiding it in me."

A small smile before dead seriousness. "Why are we out here?"

"I just wanted to show you around. And there's no reason to put our clothes back on. Gira is lax about public nudity."

"You know that isn't the point."

"The point is guano--there is no point. Why does there need to be?"

"I'm just not used to this."

That's funny. Before he was bragging about his naked flights across Avia. He talked about a view of the locals in Oanta in secret. Now, suddenly this is an issue? Instead of prying, I offered:

"Well, we can always go back inside!"

"Inside...well, yeah, but...maybe we could just lock beaks outside your door? In the wind. And still be nude, for a bit, before we-"

"Are you sure you don't want to do this?"

"Shh! Not so loud!"

"I wasn't being loud!"

"Are you kidding?! I could hear you from over here!"

"Oh, please! Now you're the one being loud!"

"I'm not--!" He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I feel," he shook his head, "well, I don't know. I haven't felt this. Even if I didn't have wings, would they ever forgive us? We're not doing anything, but there's no excuse for this, I assume. Is that right? If they see us like this, then...."

"They won't."

"But it'll be over for me. I can't remain here."

And yet, here he was.

"I suppose I have more practice. A couple years ago, there was a big drought. Havarda had a string of usually windy days, and the sandstorms had an updraft that dried up the clouds above. They tasked me to go to the river for water and carry buckets on my shoulders. My feet are still calloused from that--which for some boys is an interesting side effect, I'll tell you later--but it was so tiring. And the shifts kept getting later. So one night, when the whole village was dead asleep, I left all my clothes at home and did it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'll give you three guesses why."

"Curiosity?"

"No. Well-"

"Hygiene? Wait, was that right?"

"No, uh," I chuckled, "it was protest. But that sort of goes into curiosity. I wasn't thinking."

"That's just funny."

"It was! And then I was caught by my Apana." I cleared my throat. "So I never tried it again. But I could never forget that feeling of total freedom. You know what it's like, right?" I giggled. "I wanna use it."

That's the expression I wanted. The half-smirk where he knows what's coming. The longer he followed me, the heavier his length bounced around. Men are so funny. My breasts begged to be touched, and I couldn't stop fantasizing about him playing with my nipples. I wanted to lead that big dick around this whole town until sunup and scream as it buries inside me in public. I was sure of it--this is the night I'd let go. There will never be a man more perfect than Gael for a night of exhibitionism.

"I had a feeling this is where it was heading," he said.

"Oh, I bet you did." I put my arms around his head. "Let's be idiots for a night."

I pulled by the head, he pulled by the waist. Our tongues touched, our cool bodies rubbing to warmth as two newatos skipped around our legs. My chest was buried in his chest feathers, and a thick, long twitch nuzzled in my vulva made my heart jump. I could've sworn Windborn bodies heat up faster than regular avin. A little moan escaped his jaw, and his grip switched from waist to hips, and he grinded his flaccid junk against me-slow, like spear practice, in, hold, out, repeat.

And here I thought he was the careful one. Men have an element of surprise-not just the way they lust. That's why I pulled away. I wanted to see how far he'd go. I knew he cared, but did he want me so badly, he'd strip away his inhibitions with his clothes and bear it all to the breezes? The last thing I wanted was a last minute pullout after a last minute pull out-plus, the night would be over. If I wanted to be patient, so should he.

Besides-I liked watching a man walk around in public all naked and hard.

Hand in hand, we frolicked uphill, by the residents, ponds, treehouses, fountains and lumber reserves. At one time we almost got caught at the archery field by Geraldo, a baggy-eyed Avin sadly still out proving a point to no one but himself. Gael and I made out against the mill, skipped across the blueberry fields and tried to catch fireflies. Passing torchlight brought definition to muscles I hardly noticed. Well-toned obliques, hip bones, and his butt was surprisingly-how do I say it?-displayable.

"Hey, if you could trade your wings for five more inches, would it be on your height or your dick?"

"Heh. I do wonder what it's like to have a dick that big. It'd probably rip through my pants."

"Gael, if you were that big, I'd never let you wear clothes again. You already look better without them."

"H-hey. Look who's talking."

I'd seen men this sexy and shy two minutes after the nude sparring events they'd hold in the winter, but knowing how far away he was from his clothes made me flat out wet. More so when I recalled he had none to begin with.

We passed the town hall and uprooted the strangest memory of a sudden protest. I still wonder what happened to that guy. If it were Gael, I would've let him inside. I will not explain.

"And this is where we discuss politics," I said. "Guidance Delma says teamwork is the bedrock of civilization."

"Is she right?"

"Well, yes. It's what built all this."

He paused. I think that made him upset. "And what's that like?"

"Think of it like building a nest. You can make it yourself, but it's better to do it with others. And once you have it, using it makes a lot more sense."

"Huh. I guess this little outing is kind of like that. I always wondered what it's like to live out here, among the others. And also, wearing clothes at the same time."

I laughed, but I'm not sure I was meant to. "What would you do?"

He grabbed his tricep nervously. "I'd...put clothes on, first. Or maybe I wouldn't. Would that be okay?"

"Not really."

"I wish it would. Something gave way in the fields, and now I'm used to it."

"Really?"

"Yeah."

"I don't believe it."

"What? Why?"

"Because I know you. I know where you've been looking. You've been opening up, and getting more friendly, and now this. So," I stroked his chest, "when you say you want to walk around naked, are you trying to tell me something?"

He blushed. "Just a little fantasy."

I'll admit, I indulged myself. I drew my hand over his strong abs, down his pelvis and circled his crotch. He liked it a lot-then flinched when I pinched the tip, then back to delicate-using his pre-cum to add a little lube to his shaft. I made an O-K symbol and gave extremely slow strokes while the winds gently swayed us close together.

"Ah--that feels good..." he said.

"It did, huh?"

"What if someone sees?"

"Like who?"

"Well, you were talking about that avin. The one named Delma."

Of course, as he said this, he reached between my legs. I let him get deep. It felt so good to be soaking wet in his hand, my body feeling lighter and hotter. A faraway yawn. A crick in a wall. He could've made me cum right there.

"Ahh..she's our moral system. We settle disputes with her wisdom."

"So then," he motioned the town hall, "what do you do here?"

"Oh, just resource distribution for the outer wall. A bunch of guano. I'd place bets with my friends on how many Avin would...phew, heh...fall asleep. I always thought this place was better for a show." I looked at him, ran a finger on the underside of his erection. "You know what I mean?"

Gael's smile creeped up. "What kind of show?"

Suddenly, we were at each other's beaks at the podium. Dark seats on the audience, moonlight through the back window. We stood and kissed, the feathers on his wings pricked, and we dropped with my back to the floor. He nibbled my neck and I moaned, not expecting it- a thread-sized string of pre-cum hitting my hip. His penis was a board above my pussy, tip rubbing back and forth at the navel, as if he was kissing me so hard, this was the only way of communicating his lust.

He scratched my shoulder, and the same sound hit twice. Then again. Someone was coming! We found an exit through the back door and bolted.

And we ran, laughing along the way, feeling alive and naked as ever. We ran so far and didn't stop until we were in a farm, surrounded by hay bales. We could hear the sleeping Jimpas not so far from here.

"You okay? They didn't see your wings, right?" I asked.

"No, we'd already be in for it!" he said with the passion of a punk.

Breezes. Even after all that running, he was still hard. If you've ever worked a man up, you know what it's like. Deep in his eyes, you can see a wall collapse, so you keep him hard, and he follows you around. And you know deep down it's all for the best, and so does he. Gotta be careful.

I asked, "Well, what else do you want to do?"

"You. Before the night is over."

This time, when I leaned in and kissed him, he made it clear all the while, kneading my breasts-everywhere but the mark. Breezes, he loves those things. I surprised him and snatched him by the balls.

"Aa-aahhh!"

It was a beautiful sound. The pulsing, and those half-open eyes. I got to my knees and stroked him, and his breathing stifled. I opened wide and put his length in my beak, bobbing into it. We avin have to throat it-get it nice and slick with saliva, then all the way in at an angle. One, two, three, "Breezes, your dick is so big," pump by pump, I could feel the rest of him relax.

I felt his feathery digits reach down to play with my tits. Sometimes, you can see a man's obsession through his dick. The way it twitches when he plays with what he likes.

"You like them, don't you?" I breathed as I stroked him.

"I like all of you," he confessed, thrusting in my hand. "Breezes, Amara, you're so sexy!"

"Yeah?"

"Yes, yes, breezes, yes!"

"You're so cute. Is this how you treat a Windborn?"

I could feel the shock in his pulse when I slid his length between my mounds. He gasped, shivered, the lewd comments he made blending together: "Breezes, this...so soft..." I squeezed them together and smirked. You always know when a man is fully erect, when his mind answers and frenzies with lust. I rubbed them around, jerking him off with them, his precum dotting my right breast as the tip of his dick emerged and hid again. Gael was a tough man, but in that moment, he was all mine.

He grabbed my breasts for himself. A heavy "huff..huff..huff" in rhythm with his long, hard lust smacking against my cleavage. I'd never seen a man so happy yet so concentrated. A passing gust made the grass shiver, bits of hay in a grasshopper dance. A primal state of naturality: naked, concerned of nothing but this big, soft, round pressure begging for his semen. I let the raging tip hit my tongue, stroking his right thigh. His beak shut, driving his pike deeper, squeezing them together, a soft _"ohhh..."_If I told him when we first met he'd be fucking my tits in public, he would've called me a lunatic. Here we are, a week later. All there remained was a rush of hard nipples and fat, fleshy smacks making my pussy wet all the while.

Suddenly, Gael stopped. He craned his neck above me. I looked around, and saw a lantern through an empty window.

Three bodies stormed out; weary, shirtless and cricket-legged; we dashed, but didn't make it far, and Gael whispered that the nearby hay bale wasn't large enough to hide both.

That's what he thought.

You always feel it get warmer when you hover over their crotch. Sometimes, I like to add to it. I stood back-first to him, shook my butt a bit. "Mind if I take a seat?" Behind me, I cradled his hardness, winked and shifted my weight back. The way it slid snug between my thighs, and the way it sheared over my vulva-I know that drove him crazy. Sometimes, you just know.

"Show yourself! I know someone's out there!"

_ "You go that way. I'll go this way!"_

I could feel my clit growing as he huffed in my ear. The footsteps around us searched. The things they called felt distant and nothing. Feeling him throb, I swiveled my hips, my wetness lubing his length. His moans were hard mumbles, like he was learning to speak again-"shh!" He'd have to wait. He bucked, whimpered and pleaded, so I held his beak.

"Not yet."

I touched his hip and kept that beak shut. "Stay still, now." Real still. Beams of light swept above our heads. His heart pounded on my back, begging for more, my boytoy. I shimmied my thighs like I did with my tits-one up, one down, alternating. Down where a trickle of orange swept, one, two three spurts of pre cum hit the grass. The pressure on his beak grew hard. He reached around and touched my pussy-here I thought he was through with surprises.

"Circular motion, Gael. Like this." I took his arm and helped him.

We felt a presence to our left. An evil gaze of a farmer with heavy footsteps. He was taller than both of us. But the poor guy just barely missed us. Gael's heart thudded, but neither of us could afford to move. Or so I thought.

Gael threw his left wing to the side and whooshed a blast of golden light, fading fast and hitting the furthest hay bale. The farmer looked in that direction.

"There! Find him!"

He'd mastered the motion as the farmers ran, speeding up, shifting his pelvis with the grip of my thighs. I let his beak go.

"I want to put it in," he begged.

That poor boy wanted to cum so bad.

"You want my pussy?" I teased.

"Yes, Breezes, please, please-"

I reached down, and our juices made it too easy to slide my thumb around the tip. His face flushed as I backed my big, soft butt into him and crooned.

"You're so dirty. In front of all these farmers?"

"Yes, please, right now!"

"You wanna fuck this tight, warm pussy right here in public?"

"BREEZES, YES!!"

Well.

The lights flared from far away; he panicked and ducked, snatching my arms with his feet and flying off.

I screamed! Then laughed. I was flying! And though it was hard to see, the farmers were miles away. I could see Avia turning, as we soared high above the trees, right under the drizzling clouds. Oh, wait...that was his pre. Gael was beginning to shake.

"I'm in no position to fly for long!"

"It's okay! You see that tower? Put us down there!"

When we landed, the village looked like dots. We could still spot the little orange dots. The adrenaline killed the mood, but after it settled, it felt amazing-and even more, his dick was still hard.

"This is where I used to work," I said. "I thought I'd show you."

"They didn't see us, right?!" He looked genuinely unnerved. "Right?"

I stopped. "I-I don't know, I-"

"Please tell me they didn't see us."

"Gael-it's fine. They're still looking. That's just the risk you run."

Gael stared out to a cyan-turning sky. He was still hard, shivering from all the flying and lust, and how he wanted to finish what we started. I could tell he struggled to communicate this.

"Somehow, I'm still horny."

"We've got time."

"I'm so confused. I didn't know getting caught could feel this strong!"

"Guess you keep yourself well hidden, huh?"

His face was that of excitement. "It's all I'm thinking about, I've never been so into this!"

"Well, then come here and finish what you started."

I gave him my tongue again, his dick throbbing against me, and in between he muttered, "Breezes, I want to fuck you so bad." This is why I wait. He would've never put it like that. That connection of dripping lust and honesty-it only comes forth with a tease. I backed into the watchtower's post and spread my legs apart.

"Come and fuck me, Gael."

I'd never felt so full when he slid inside me. The sun behind us rose as I realized I'd never felt a tip slide through my walls quite like his; so hard, hot and ready. Gael jittered with pent up horniness. And I moaned back-I licked my beak, he looked as though he already came. His long, hard thrusts grew further until he was shoving the entire length inside, bulging out my belly, scratching an itch that'd been there since we left. I lost myself; grabbing his back, "fuck me, Gael," eager through body and mind-I was practically performing. Only certain men have gotten to see me like this. I've gone through so many duds, I've lost count, but if I knew I was saving for a Windborn, I'd take all that regret away.

"I'm g-gonna!"

His eyes slammed shut, and I pulled him into me. The warm, sticky fluids gushed out, and we stood there panting. My legs were wobbly, and I didn't know if they'd hold. Whiteness dotted his urethra as it throbbed against my leg.

"I want to fuck you some more," he breathed.

"Lie down. I wanna ride it."

It was bliss when he impaled me again. The crooked, woody thumps, and our orgasms mixing together. His fourth time, I let him spray across my chest, and it shot so far it hit my beak. I laughed, then I put it back in. Riding him as the sunrise continued, fucking like animals in the sunlight. At the end, he was holding my hips, feeling his cum seep out.

"Thank you for this," he said. "You're amazing."

And then, a thump-thump. The animals in the pen must've woken up.

No.

Someone was coming up the ladder.

I grabbed on to him and we took off. I whooped into a laugh, both of us still dripping, getting wind for my afterglow. This time, I held onto him tight; right on his pelvis, his package dipping in between my breasts. I'm sure he enjoyed that. And the view of the sunset gave me a feeling of relief. I closed my eyes and enjoyed it. He dipped low enough to bring us to the ground, right in the back of our house.

"Did anyone see us?" Gael panicked, covering himself.

"I doubt it. Most Avin who are up this early don't check the skies."

"Well, we made quite a hussle. I'm not optimistic."

Behind him, a figure came around a tree. "Is that so?"

Gael froze. I'll admit, so did I. There was a figure coming around a tree. I couldn't believe some birdbrain would ruin it last minute! Then I realized--that was no birdbrain. It was Delma. Our entire justice system. As it turns out, this is the first time she's seen either of us like this. You could imagine my embarrassment pretty easily, but you could not imagine my shock. I walked between her and him with my arms out.

"Your Guidance, I have to explain-"

"No."

Winds. This is the first time she's refused me.

"I know we fired you from the guard," she said, "but I need you to hear me. Have you seen a Windborn in the vicinity?"

I stammered. Gael's arms were still at his crotch. And if you looked at him just right, they looked like normal arms. So, I said the first thing I could.

"Well," I mused, "Yes!" Gael shot me a dirty look. "I think it soared just above the trees! It was only a glimpse, so I can't be sure. But if there was a Windborn, by now he's probably far, far away."

She wasn't faltered. "You know there are monkeys that swing from the treetops. I could've heard that from anyone."

"Oh!" I said. "You're right. Maybe I got things mixed up."

"And why might you be with him?"

"Well, I was out here foraging, and we ran into each other. He had a bad knee, so I took care of him. No harm, no foul, right?"

She didn't like my pun. Instead, she looked at our bodies. "You don't seem to be in the position to cause much harm.

It was then when I realized I still had cum on my tits. Oops.

She asked, "You wouldn't happen to know who was messing with the farmers, would you?"

I sweated. "No."

"Then why does your friend, here, have hay on his backside?"

Great glaux. Sure enough, we saw the little tan flecks all across his butt cheeks as his beak chattered in distress.

"Oh!" I said. "Well...that's..."

"Miss Amara, how did you get from there to here so quickly?"

"We didn't," Gael interjected. "Your Highness, we-"

"Guidance," I corrected.

"Right. We were just passing by. What with the nudity laws. And there was far too much time that passed between then and now, so it couldn't have been us."

She peered. "How do you know that?"

Gael froze again. I facepalmed. She waded towards him, ghostlike, hands behind her back, and it gave me goosebumps.

"They suspected he might have stolen something," Delma hummed. "Considering your form, I don't believe you could've gotten far. Unless..." she craned her neck sideways, "it's in your hands."

"Wait!" I said.

Both turned. I put my arms behind my back, and glared at Gael to do the same.

"Me and the traveler had sex on the watchtower."

Gael's eyes widened. Delma sneered. "You must know better to jest in times of judgment!"

"I understand, your Guidance! But I promise that no other havoc was caused. I found this man bleeding in the woods, and ended up with a beautiful relationship. He was shy, naked and lonely, so I waited for nightfall before I took him outside. I know it was wrong, but he doesn't have much time here to begin with. We were happy. We were so happy. I just wanted to show him the fragments of my fallen life. But it was selfish. I'm sorry, your Guidance. I truly am."

"And what of the hay on his backside?"

I gulped. "Because when we heard a guard coming, we..." I had to think. "We panicked and jumped down onto a hay bale."

Delma looked just about done with this. "So, you were wandering the town without clothing, you had sexual intercourse on the watchtower, escaped while you still could, voiding any possibility of you being at the farm during the act. Do you have any proof of this?"

"Yes. Look again."

She turned and saw Gael's still-erect penis dotted with semen on the tip. Bending, she inspected him like an ancient artifact while Gael stood powerless. She scratched beneath her beak and peered exceedingly close, before finally giving up.

She then approached me, eyes flared. This was the moment us Girans truly believed she was staring deep into our souls. I hadn't seen this, myself.

"And do you feel regret?"

"Yes, your Guidance."

"I want you to say it."

"I feel regret! It was all so irresponsible!"

She hummed. Paused. Her eyes relaxed. "No you don't." Not out of malice. Simply an observation. "Then, that settles it. Eighteen weeks of community service for you. You'll be helping the farmers in the east tend to their livestock. Understood?" She paused. "Good. As for the male," she turned to him, "I see no other alternative but to parade you completely naked around the entire village for three hours."

"WHAT?!"

"Just kidding," she said, her expression unchanged. "But since you're an outsider, don't do this again." She paused for effect, then muttered to herself, "You men have no sense of humor." Gael pivoted front-first with her walk back to her post.

"I will see to the farmers that their belongings were not destroyed. If so, I will return to your ordeal. For now, I suggest you reflect on your actions." She sighed. "And put some clothes on."

Gael scampered through the back door, but I ran after Delma.

"Wait," I called. "Your Guidance. My sincere apologies."

"You have already made that clear."

"I didn't want to show myself like this, I don't even do this, I keep to myself-"

"Perhaps you didn't hear me, Miss Amara." She stopped, still blank. "There is no need for that. You're used to seeing me in my old age, but I was in my twenties, as well. I did things I would scorn myself for today. It is a waste of time and saliva to don myself a hypocrite-especially now. Rather, I call myself a learner. Those who get caught will learn through example. Those who do not, I trust, will correct themselves in time. In both cases, a better Avin is born."

I frowned. "I don't know if I agree with that."

She smiled sardonically, quiet in thought. "Are you sure?"

I couldn't argue.

She turned and said, "Good day, Miss Amara."

___

I found Gael slumped on the hammock, gazing at his nakedness. It made me worried. The last thing I wanted him to feel was regret.

"Is she gone?" he asked.

"Yes," I said, sitting with him. "You're all right."

He shook his head in disbelief. "She was so close. And I was so horny! I would've thought she'd sense it or something."

"Well, she's only avin."

"No, I-"

"You're the one with powers."

"I can never be sure. I mean, who created the Windborn? Why wouldn't someone with infinite wisdom know the second they see it? Did she lie to protect us?"

"Now's not the time to think like that. Like I said, Delma's only an avin.

"Huh?"

I blinked. "Let's just get some rest."

"Okay," he said. "And hey. That was an amazing night. I never thought I'd get that close to avin to have fun. I have you to thank for that."

As we cuddled, I felt his heart calm down. The air was calm as I watched fall asleep. And that simple "Huh?" left me confused all night. As if he thought Delma was secretly Windborn, as well.

But then I realized, I don't think I ever explained she wasn't a Goddess. At first, I felt bad-imagine your maker catching you in the act-but then I wondered if he's seen ghosts. Something clicked in the fields, he said. The winds-he felt it, too. Maybe they're different out in public. Recklessness, freedom and sex, all in one night. Sleep tight, Gael. We may be burdened in the eyes of Delma, but the only ones who got hurt were us.

I could call it betrayal. A sin. I could say that I lied, perhaps. But some things aren't worth the trouble. I was curious. And in the end, it paid off. That's all there is to it.

And Gael? I think he appreciates a little rebelliousness. Saying we had a fun night was the understatement of a lifetime. When you're punished, you're supposed to feel shame, but here we are: bodies aligned in the hollow square of sunlight. Maybe it's wrong.

Or maybe it's right.

---