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Lounging in my lodge, one of the attendants kneads my back, working away at taught muscle while also casually grooming the plumage on my back. There is far from any rush, so I enjoy her touch as I work away on a ledger of vellum bound by dried tendon. The quill is one of my own feathers, dipped in a simple ink made from a deep blue flower found plentifully around the jungle. I write by the light of a plethora of faintly glowing flora kept in small pots and hangars around my home, decorating it alongside weapons, hunting trophies, and pieces of art such as tapestries or an occasional outsider painting bartered from a few brave traders.

I'm in the process of amending the tribe laws, a little annoyed about the whole thing but needs must, I suppose; the last chieftain wasn't strict enough and I shan't make his mistakes. I try to keep as few rules as necessary and write them to be as clear as possible, but a troublemaker got into the dye supplies today and now I have to redefine what counts as property damage. And proper compensation for therein.

Usually, the owner would be satisfied by having the breeding rights of the individual for a week or two, but in this case, it was an old widow demanding six metal greatspears and an outsider's sword. Not even I have that many spears, but learning man that I be, I did not specify a ceiling to the amount the wronged could charge. Luckily, her son calmed her down and the incident resolved itself with the troublemaker resigned to public use of the tribe's lust until the next full moon, but it pointed out a glaring flaw in trusting the reasonableness of my people. And if I must rewrite one law in that aspect, there are more to be put to the quill.

"Hmmm. What do you think about a 'test of reasonableness', Arra?" I muse. "Bring in one or two well respected tribe members to ascertain if the logic behind a choice was sound?"

I turn to face her, the pretty and shy hawk-esk woman's white downy face framed by brown plumage with a peach-colored sheen. She melts a little under my gaze as it travels up and down her soft, nude body and downy chest, appreciating the sight of it as I await her answer.

"That seems fair," She nods. "But... would that not publicly undermine your authority?"

"Oh, I'm not worried about that," I smile confidently, turning back to my work so she can continue her own. "My legitimacy is unquestioned. I merely want to involve the tribe itself so it may be satisfied moreso by judgment made. And perhaps then a few of our more... 'strong feeling' kin will leave me be afterwards."

"You know the elders will not stop complaining about your idea of 'recompense' to the tribe."

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of beautiful silence with the warriors' antics finally reined in."

"Well, being bred by their own chief in front of the whole tribe and then left tied up for the sloppy seconds of any passerby afterwards will do that."

"Ah, so you see just how effective it is! If they're going to run their mouths, I'll put them to actual use."

I pause to take a drink of water, catching the reflection of my blue eyes in the bowl as I carefully scoop and raise it up to my maw. A yellow raptor snout and face are bordered by white feathers, further enclosed by black, yellow tipped barbs in a wide circle around my skull. Predominantly, my plumage is white with black, ivory flecked sleeves along my forearms and thighs, transitioning to thick skin further along the limbs. My tail switches back in forth in both shades of feather before transitioning to a big plume of yellow, the quills of which I always tuck behind the ears of my harem.

I perk up at the familiar sound of clicking claws on wood as a messenger runs along the raised bridges. Judging the speed, I put aside my work and await him with spear in hand at the door of my home overlooking the overgrown jungle floor and the hundreds of treehuts raised above it.

Gasping for breath, the warrior, Haethi, manages to breathe out, "Spirit of flame. Foreigners.... summoned it... to fight a beast. North-east."

The feathers along my body fold closely against it as I open my eyes wide in alarm. We haven't had rain in days: there is a very real hazard in this.

"Haethi, rest here. Arra, alert half the warriors to follow after me - I will go now!" I order, pushing past him to take off at a full sprint with spear in hand and only my loincloth to keep me decent.

Much of the tribe works at night, a few even in the process of just now rousing, and I jump off the footpaths to avoid running into them and travel along the wide branches of the trees, hopping to and from each limb of the venerable giants and leaving gashes in the wood as my talons dig in for grip. I pick out orange light in the distance and soon catch up to it. Dropping from a branch, I let my fall be broken by a series of giant leaves before using a vine to swing forward and carry my momentum into a dead run on contact with the ground.

By the smell of wood smoke, I fear a full blaze is in the process of starting as I rapidly scale the side of nearby tree to overlook a small clearing formed by hard combat. One of our guardians, Gaiebrok, the most stubborn and aloof of them all, is doing battle with two figures and a flaming elemental.

"Run! We'll hold it off long enough!" One of the figures cries out in their tongue to other nearby outsiders.

Most are wrapped in metal armor, but a few wear light clothes that match the general description of 'archeologists' that invade our territory from time to time. This is why we chase them off: to avoid them disturbing a guardian. And now they're finding out what happens when they do not learn from our previous hints.

Gaiebrok is a large panther clad in armor carved from seasoned heartwood that has since grafted into his venerable, battle scarred body. It would appear at least of one the two fighters has summoned the spirit, but instead of hurling flame recklessly, it purposely aims for easily kindled patches of vegetation, forcing Gaiebrok to put his efforts into snuffing out the sparks instead of destroying the source as the two fire projectiles at him.

Seeing the tactic is a desperate ploy for their comrades to escape, I am inclined more towards mercy, but they are still trespassing and now threatening a guardian, and I cannot abide by that. Launching myself off the tree, I hurl my spear downward and skewer the elemental. Its core pierced, it blows apart in a wave of sparks and hot air that buffet the two figures as I hit the ground.

Tugging the spear free by its somewhat charred haft, I stab forward at the one casting magical projectiles and catch his shoulder, whirling around and striking the other with the haft across jaw. Instead of falling, he stumbles back before regaining his balance. I catch a flash of sapphire eyes and golden fur behind the thick leather cloak and potion bandoliers as he levels a large crossbow at me, but Gaiebrok pounces and the two going rolling into the undergrowth.

Facing the mage, the only parts I can discern are by the lambent tangerine haze suffusing his horns, eyes, claws, and strangely enough, his tail as well.

"I must request you stand aside!" He barks, dashing forward as I step in the way of the path he must take to help his companion.

"I shall not," I reply smoothly, letting him make the first move and deftly deflecting a bolt of ice that explodes against a nearby tree.

"Very well," He returns grimly.

I stifle a gasp as hundreds of glowing blades in the air around him, shooting forward in a fusillade that forces me to dash for cover. I take a few light grazes but nothing more and then plant a foot into the loam of the jungle floor, launching forward just as the barrage pauses with my four-meter long spear aimed right for the mage's chest. He's caught offguard like many others by the sudden burst of speed as I am upon him in less than a second, but steps aside in time to avoid the spearhead. However, he's still not fast enough to avoid being body checked into the nearest tree with enough force to rebound off it and into a roundhouse strike to the head with a nasty crack.

I catch a glimpse of amber blood that dissipates as he summons a glowing blade, acting like he was never hit as he rushes forward with fervor. I dart aside from a vast majority of the attacks easily, but a sudden feint followed up by a swift slash forces me to block with the spear haft. Hard wood that normally would dull the metal weapon of many foreigners is cut like tender fat between claws, and for my carelessness I receive a punishing slash across the chest before grabbing the arm controlling the blade and whirling around to grapple him upon the forest floor.

"I see now I made a mistake in not fighting you at my full force. Allow me to rectify this," I declare, ignoring the searing pain from the wound he delivered and tilting my head to the side, narrowly avoiding the blade as it ejects from his hand and flies into the canopy above.

It rips a gaping hole in it that bathes us both in moonlight. I enjoy watching his eyes widen as my grip strengthens beyond even what wrought steel may ward off as my fingers and palm grow in size, talons etching his flesh as muscle bulks and thickens. Picking him up by the forearm, I hurl him into the undergrowth and charge after.

Emerging on the other size another meter taller, I strike him down the moment he begins to stand and grab the vulnerable spellcaster by the tail. Using it for leverage, I raise him in a large arc over my head and then slam him directly into the ground with a grunt of effort. Dust, leaves, and other organic debris fly into the air upon impact, and finally, the spellcaster lies still.

Picking him up by the scruff, I prepare to ensure he's unconscious with another strike as a click issues from somewhere in the shadows, a bolt exploding against my chest. I stumble back a single step but am otherwise unhurt. Though, I'm startled enough to remember myself a little bit and regard the mage again. I'm almost impressed to see him relatively unhurt after sustaining the brunt of my finishing blow, his breathing relatively even and unlabored; he must have used the last of his power to protect himself and fell unconscious as a consequence.

Dropping him to deal with later, I advance on the shooter in the dark and find the golden ranger trapped underneath Gaiebrok, struggling weakly to load another bolt. The two traded blow after blow, wounds visible on both of them. The weapon was not powerful enough to seriously injure Gaeibrok through his thick hide, but I can smell the tranquilizer upon them that forced the guardian to slumber. Not giving the prey a chance to try anything else, I grab and slam him into the nearest tree by a wounded shoulder, hearing him sigh a "ah, shit..." before impact and making him let out a yelp as I rip every shred of clothing off of him in one swipe of wicked talons. The only thing that stays on is a gleaming metal tailband.

Revealed is a short man with long and luxurious golden fur on a slim body, his head almost draconic in shape with four large ears and a mane of hair partially tied back in a myriad of braids. He lets out a small mewl as I tower over him, growling as I decide what to do with him. Irritated by this invasion and forced to transform, I am not even remotely prepared to calm down and instead eye him hungrily with saliva dripping from my jaws. He lets out a low, pleading cry, all the fight gone out of him now that he's beaten. Trembles in my hands, he's not even trying to resist.

I flash a brief, wolfish grin and flip him around, raising the warrior by the base of his tail to bring his haunches to my mouth. Out of respect for fending off the guardian, he receives one long, wet and intruding plunge of my tongue into his tight hole to ease the coming trial as my thick avian shaft comes to full hardness. Without any further ritual, I drop him onto it and nearly plunge into his genital slit which makes him cry out like a panicked female. With a ghost of a chuckle, I pin him firmly against the broad kapok before I thrust again, this time into his tight hole with a satisfied purr.

Shuddering and twitching around my dick like a good little cocksleeve, his breath hisses out between gritted teeth while I force him to take me to the base all at once, dumping a large spurt of pre into his ass as I begin to thrust into him in heavy, forceful pumps that heave my hefty testicles into slapping against his thighs.

"Nnnnghhh!" He mewls, finding the energy to dig his claws into the bark while I mercilessly stretch his hole to accommodate my dick. "Wha- fuck - gahhmmmhhmmm..."

Drooling a thick line of saliva across his snout to remind him of his place, he quickly quiets down like a good little bitch and stops squirming so much. Not that it mattered much with how easy it is to hold him down, but I decide to reward him with a lovebite across the shoulder. He makes a low whimper but tightens down on my dick, drawing a pleased, rolling growl from my throat as I hammer my cock deep into its new home and continue to roughly breed his hole, forcing large shots of seed deeper inside him and claiming every part it coats as his defenses are battered to nothingness.

His breathing begins to change tempo as he feels the heavy release inside his belly, becoming faster and shallower as he heats up wonderfully and relaxes. I almost snort in amusement as I smell his arousal from being used like this. Now like puddy in my hands, I switch positions by grabbing his head and stuffing it into the forest floor before opting to hold down his wrists instead. I don't even have to prompt him to spread his legs and raise his tail, the long appendage slinking up along my chest to loosely wrap around my neck.

I tolerate it, leaning over to sheath my pulsing dick inside his now resistantless rump and growling in pleasure as my new fucktoy is starting to feel custom fitted. With an especially firm thrust, I force him to raise his ass up for me at a better angle, snarling as he begins to relax back down again. My golden toy snaps back into the new position, his legs shuddering as I slam my girth straight past his prostate. I don't give a damn about his pleasure, but there will be hell to pay if he screws up mine.

Building up a fast tempo again, wet slapping fills the tiny clearing in the trees as my hips forcefully impact his ass, spreading his cheeks and leaving a stinging slap of my heavy sack against them with each thrust as my urethra distends once more. Forced to take every centimeter, he moans and shudders at the feeling of a heavy cumshot being dumped directly inside of him, my balls twitching and churning as several more, one after another, swiftly follow in a heavy flow that pours from his brimming ass as more is stuffed inside than what can leak free.

Firmly rutting straight through it, I bark as his shaky legs begin to falter and give him reason to try harder as I rake my talons lightly across his back in warning. The stinging pain brings his ass once more back up, and with a half a dozen more thrusts I can smell cum weakly spurting from his useless shaft as he lets out a fucking cute yip of pleasure, swaying my mood enough to thrust into him in short, heavy hits against his sensitive spot that leave shaking and gasping as he's brutally milked dry.

Amused, I resume my previous pace as he murmurs pointless pleas while his overstimulated body shrieks back at him. Still, I can tell he's running out of steam and bury myself in his stretched hole a final time, breathing out hot steam as I deposit another heavy load and clamp my jaws down on his neck in a blood-drawing bite. Finally, his legs collapse, and he yelps as my dick is rattled in his tight confines, my teeth sinking just a bit deeper and leaving a fine marker.

"Only yourself to blame," I growl in his ear as I withdraw, my words thick and almost unintelligible.

Still wanting to test out the other hole, I flip him head over heels and wetly slap my dick against his snout, leaking a dreg of cum across it. He opens his mouth to mumble something, and I take the opportunity to thrust inside, reducing a vast majority of his mewls into wet slurps as I cram my rod down his throat and take pleasure in watching it distend with the heavy length inside. He gags a bit, but overall, it's a sucking, hot, almost painfully snug fit and I hump into it with exactly zero regard to his wellbeing.

A mixture of saliva and precum soon coats my balls, and by proxy his face as they slap against his snout, and I bury my fingers into the ground as I come to climax, unloading directly down his throat and giving him no opportunity to swallow.

"R-r-r-r-r!" I purr loudly, his tense throat massaging and flexing around my cock as I drain myself inside.

Seed flows up and pours from his mouth and nostrils, and I finally pull out, allowing him to cough and take a deep breathe as I shoots ropes across his chest and legs before plunging back inside and prolonging my high with more thrusts into his maw until the flow eventually ceases. With that, I pull out and he swallows most of the contents despite his stomach being visibly swollen, coughing and hacking out the gunk left in his sinuses before weakly shifting to lay on his side and subsequently passing out.

A small plethora of my feathers have been shed in my forceful breeding of the crossbowman and I pick up a few yellow quills that came from my tail, tucking them behind his ears and using his tail to tie his legs and arms up. With that conquest finished, I set my sights on the mage, conveniently beginning to rouse. As he does so, I give him an equal treatment and tear his clothes free, giving me a good look at his dark form and discerning digitigrade legs and an obsidian-like beak with curved 'teeth' built into it.

Befuddled and coming to, he struggles weakly as I pick him up and firmly press his chest against mine, shortly after letting out a surprised squawk as I lock my jaws over his throat for insurance. Rubbing my glistening shaft between his cheeks and grinding further therein against his tailhole, I give him a moment to comprehend the situation before slamming myself inside his depths. He lets out a long, low gasp as the breath is forced from his lungs by the sudden, large intrusion in his most sensitive place. A glowing penis tip peaking out of his sheath, and I can't help but notice just how readily he relaxes against me as I grip his shoulders and hammer into his tight ass.

He adjusts far more quickly than the other man, letting out a few pained yips and barks at first, but he's nowhere near as loud as his friend and I don't know whether to be disappointed or relieved as I crash him down on the entirety of my length with each hump, his hole gripping down intensely on my shaft and building that familiar pleasure until I force it in as deep as possible, locked in place as I explode inside him. He cums with me, orange glowing ropes shooting across our torsos and only increasing in volume with more I pump into his belly, leaking a small deluge from his hole that runs down my heavy testicles and taint before dripping further down my thighs and legs.

I finally come back to reality as a shot of his cum gets into my mouth and I flip him around like a swivel on my rod to avoid getting anymore on myself, the taste oddly creamy and citrus. Altogether, it's pretty nice, actually. Reaching up under his armpits to grip his shoulders and give myself better leverage, I continue thrusting up into him, draining a few more dregs from his fully erect, glowing dick complete with a rather impressive knot for his size.

I feel myself starting to grow a bit tired and opt to push him face first by a horn up against the nearest tree instead. Braced against it, he makes for a much easier hole to stretch out and I set to the task with excessive force, pounding into him hard enough pre and cum is forcibly spurted from his hole in small gouts and I hear him whimper with every other thrust. I still haven't forgotten the chest wound he gave me, and I fully repay him by stretching him past his limits.

Putting a hand to his abdomen, I can feel my cock pummeling his inner walls, forcing them aside with each thrust. Precum and my previous load only further lube the way to dominating every ounce of fluid space inside him as I drive my shaft into its second new home once again, unleashing another load into his guts as the little whore milks me for all he's worth, close again and needing just a bit more to tip him over the edge. Finishing before he can pop and wanting a better taste, I turn him around and raise him up until I can bury my beak between his legs.

Finding his hard, twitching shaft, I wrap my tongue around it and give the needy prey the few necessary pumps of my head to coax what I desire from his fluffy sack. Thick, creamy goo fills my beak and I find myself gulping it down greedily, sucking and slurping on his glowing citrus stick up to the knot as he writhes in pleasure. Wringing out every drop from him I can, his tap eventually cuts off. It's plain to me he's getting woozy as he begins to become unresponsive in my arms, but I've still got another round in me and unceremoniously plop him on the soft jungle floor. Climbing over his fallen form, I wrap my tail firmly around his to yank his ass in the air, pressing down on his horns to keep him pinned and firmly stuffing my dick inside the fluffy fucktoy.

With some prodding and growling, he stays rigid enough I can use his horns to pump him hard enough with each thrust to go balls deep. His belly sloshes with as the cum inside him roils upon every pump, draining into deeper, untouched areas inside him and opening up more space as I take my time pounding into the hole of the mage until, finally, I sheathe inside him one final time. Beginning to shift back, the contents of my swollen balls are forcibly squeezed out and poured inside him in one continuous, high-pressure blast that forces a groan of intense pleasure from my lungs. The delirious mage mumbles faintly as a few final strings of orange jizz are painted across his chest and the bump forming in his belly as I reflexively thrust into him several more times, the last few shots of my semen depositing in my prey.

Letting out a deep, exhausted breath, I pluck a few feathers from my tail and tuck them behind his ears before pulling out and laying back with a long, luxurious stretch.

"You awake yet Gaiebrok?" I question the open air after a moment.

There comes an affirmative grunt.

"Do you need help removing those missiles?"

Another grunt.

"Alright. Thanks for waiting for me to finish," I chuckle, hauling myself into a standing position and walking over to help pluck the projectiles free from his flesh.

It takes only a moment, and he then lumbers off into the dark, presumably to his den to rest.

"I hear you in the trees over there! You can come out now," I call.

"Right, sorry Chief Yskra. I just... wanted to make sure you were... you know."

"Not going to eat you for interrupting?" I offer.

"Yeah, that was one concern," The scout admits as she steps out of the woods before quietly adding, "And I was a little busy."

I give her a wry smile with a knowing look, the fingers of her right hand slick with clear fluid.

"I know the difference between friend or foe at all times," I say before stepping up beside her and continuing in a barely audible voice, "But if you want to know what it feels like, feel free to just ask, you know."

The patch of skin around her beak is colored a bit as her feathers ruffle up a bit, and I enjoy the sudden loss of composure of the smaller woman for a moment before getting back to business.

"Where are the rest of the warriors?" I ask, "They should have been here long before now."

"I let them know you had this... more than covered, so they went after the other trespassers to make sure they're driven off our land."

"That's good to hear. Say, Ferrih, can you do me a favor and help carry one of these men back to camp? Leave their things; they're smashed anyways."

"Absolutely, my chieftain. I'll take the gold one; he's a big lighter looking."

"Fair enough."

"Were these the men with the fire spirit?"

"Correct," I say, hefting the glowing one up in my arms and cradling his head against my shoulder.

Ferrih follows suit and makes a small surprised noise in the back of her throat as the golden furred one stirs.

"Wha-?" He murmurs. "What's going on?"

Ferrih looks to me questioningly, only partially understanding the foreign tongue.

"You're perfectly safe, little one," I answer, walking on with Ferrih in tow.

"Well. I can't exactly do anything to stop either of you," He says wryly. "What happens now?"

"You are aware you trespassed on my tribe's land, correct?"

"Well. I do now."

"And I'm rather cross you almost set it on fire, intentionally or not. You'll both serve your punishments as a part of my harem."

"Oh," He says quietly. "F-for how long?"

"I was thinking a few months. Might need to extend that to a few years. There is the matter of you also attacking one of our guardians to consider as well. He might want to seek similar recompense from you as well."

"I see..." He says in a small, not unpleased voice.

"What's name, gold-fur?" Ferrih asks with a small smile, giving his tail a small stroke.

"Oh. Uh. Solar or Sunbeam. That's Aso," He mumbles.

"How get soft fur like this?" She continues questioning.

"Brushing. Good soap. That's it really," He replies wearily.

"Can you show?"

"I guess. I'll be here for a while anyways, by the sounds of it."

"Feel free to feel his fur all you want," I chuckle. "I won't be using him for the purposes you'd enjoy, Ferrih."

"Yeah? Whaddaya think Sunbeam, can I use you too?" She teases him in our language, warming up to this idea very quickly.

Though he doesn't understand the words, the message still gets across and the response is a small, submissive noise in the back of his throat, turning suddenly very shy under the gaze of the scout and breaking eye contact to slowly cover his face.

"So. Yes," She snickers. "We're going to have a lot of fun with you two."