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( M/F, penetration, human, harpy, otter, bear monster, transformation, breastfeeding, oviposition )

It was late evening. Mila, in human form save her otter tail, finished her chores, gently picked up her snoozing furry mate and took him to their bed. Elena was already under the covers and pulled them open to let her daughter in. Mila lay down and let her mama engulf her and their otter mate with the sheets. They wriggled together to get comfy while her mother extinguished the lamp.

“I wonder how Natasha's doing?" came the voice of Elena in the near darkness. She had asked this a few times already, and Mila clasped her hand affectionately in response. Her bird daughter had departed with Soma and they had been gone for a few hours. And now it was night, and the forest had monsters in and not all were as nice as her new boyfriend and-

There was a clattering noise on the roof. The two women lay in silence, eyes wide.

Clack, clack clack clack, clackack.

Then from the window, a polite Taktaktak.

“Uhh, are you there?" came the voice of Natasha.

Elena, who by now was already out of bed and walking quickly over, reached the window, opened it and pushed apart the thick oak shutters. The bird woman hopped in. By the moonlight they could see she was naked apart from her plumage, with the lower half of a crow and the upper half of her human form, except with long black feathers instead of hair. One of her talons held the dress she had on that afternoon. She tucked her wings up against her body as Elena closed the shutters again, returning the room to almost black.

“What time do you call this?" grouched Elena, with some relief in her tone.

“Sorry Mama," replied Natasha. She fumbled around as she waited for her eyes to adjust and draped her dress onto a chair.

“And flying all over in the nude?"

“Sorry Mama."

Natasha's grin was unseen in the dark. Her mother was still fighting to keep them to some level of decorum despite everything. But Soma got adorably nervous when she wore clothes in his presence, and they had to come off at _some_ point in their date.

Natasha smelled of birdy sweat and sex. She had mated again with her rescuer and his seed was carried by her nethers, as her scent made clear to the others.

“Did you not want to stay with Soh-ma tonight?" asked Mila.

“Soma," corrected Natasha. “I didn't want Mama worrying all night about me."

Elena grunted. Not quite a humph, just an… acknowledgement. But she did lay a hand on her elder daughter's bare shoulder.

“Also I… uhh, have some… eggs in me," Natasha continued with a grudging, embarrassed tone. “Not fertile," she added quickly. “I… just somehow know. And I know Mama could do something with them…"

“You brought your mama a gift? Wonderful!" exclaimed Elena warmly, ruffling her feathery crown.

“Hmmph."

Natasha squatted down and spread her thighs wide. The others heard her grunt softly. After a few seconds there was a juicy, slick sound as her discretely hidden slit widened around her first egg.

“I found some wild herbs nearby that are weathering the winter," said Elena conversationally as right next to her the deeply embarrassed crow harpy disgorged her egg onto the floor and convulsed the second into position. “Tomorrow first thing I'll make us some omelettes."

There was an eager chitter from Alek, in bed cuddling against Mila's back.

“So, how'd it go?" asked Mila with a curious, slightly teasing voice.

“Ahh, well, hmmph, hrrrhhhh," began Natasha, her voiced laboured with the effort. “He, ahhhrrr… liiives in a cave, not… a nest…"

“Aahhh!"

That was from Mila as she felt her otter crawl around to her front and tug aside her apron, the only thing she wore nowadays. He exposed a breast and latched on with his mouth, enclosing her teat in toothy wet warmth.

The youngest daughter clenched her hands and toes as she felt her nipple leaking her milk into his maw. She realised that hearing her sister laying had made her lactate in response.

“And, he…" Natasha fought to continue as the room filled with noisy, wet suckling and both women blushed in the darkness.

The room was filled with the scent of very fresh milk and the oddly fleshy smell of Natasha's womb fluid, as it ran down her scaly thighs. The otter male transferred his snout to Mila's other nipple with an indulgent slurp while Natasha moistly birthed her second egg, where it rolled audibly on the wooden floor boards until it jostled against her talon.

“He loved mama's bread."

“Well of course," said Elena immodestly.

“I, ahh, ate a toad. And learned some of his language. And I can fly a little better now. And, ahh…"

Well, thought Natasha. We had sex. Obviously, you can smell it on me. Like I can smell Alek on you both!

Still, she let this sordid, strange little truth remain unsaid. They all did. They could turn into monsters, but they were not _animals_, brazenly talking about such things. Not quite.

Natasha cawed softly as she birthed her third egg into her waiting wing claw. She closed her legs and winced at the soreness as… everything downstairs… closed up again. Then she gathered the warm, heavy domes in the darkness to put in the kitchen. They were the biggest she had ever laid and she couldn't help feeling proud of them, and proud of her power to create them. She hadn't been a human in many days now, and only found the crow forms she took instead ever more… satisfying to be in.

Natasha and Elena returned to bed and snuggled up in the cosy, musky covers with Mila and the still busily nursing Alek.

As the otter stopped his indulgent drinking the crow woman reached out, stroked his soft pelt, then gently pulled him off her sister's breast.

“Hey," said Mila and grabbed onto her mate. The creature squeaked.

“I thought you had just, uhh…" started Natasha, who by now could tell from their scent when they had mated to the hour.

Mila was horny again. Her sister's laying and Alek's suckling had set off her own needs, to her shame.

“But you and Soma had just, ahh…"

Natasha had post-laying arousal from the bizarre, sensual push of the eggs through her chasm.

“Rawwwk, it's my turn!"

The women tugged on Alek, who got buffeted and grabbed by human hands and stubby birdy claws. He chittered happily and squirmed in their rough grasps, loving the attention.

“You go later!"

“He'll go to sleep!"

A third pair of hands reached out and snatched the otter up. Elena pressed him against her front.

“If you don't stop arguing _I'm_ going to keep him. All night!"

Natasha and Mila looked sourly from each other to their mother. Alek sank his head into the fabric of her nightie, between the soft domes of her breasts. He wriggled his body against hers and jabbed his erecting length against her groin. Elena blushed in the darkness as she felt it prodding her.

“Hmmph. Well, hmmm…"

Elena relented swiftly and hitched up her nightie dress to reveal her soft fuzzy sex. He had taken her a mere two hours ago and she still had his semen in her, but she was all in the mood again, and wanted to assert her authority over the family.

Elena sighed luxuriously as the little beast pressed himself against her. She pursed her lips as his length slipped into her body. She looked at the dim outlines of her annoyed daughters as she took his thrusts, not so secretly enjoying their looks of frustration.

Mila and Natasha stared with desperate arousal. Their nipples were firm, the youngest girl's pressing through her apron, her sister's on full display. Mila absently rubbed her crotch against the sheets until she caught herself and stopped with a red flush.

Natasha suddenly grinned at her sister.

“Let's wrestle to see who gets Alek next," she said. Mila smiled a little in response.

“Well I guess we-“

“Outside, as monsters."

Mila's smile vanished.

“You go next."

Natasha croaked with exasperation. No-one had seen Mila turn into a monster, despite their best provocations. And it wasn't just curiosity that motivated them to encourage her sister to transform. They lived in a forest of wild, terrible beasts, and had been confined to the tiny region around their cottage ever since they had moved in. Their new abilities meant at last they could venture out without having to run indoors at the sight of the next wolf pack or raptor kidnapper.

“Okay, let's fight here, as we are."

Mila nodded. “Is that okay mama?"

Elena, moaning and bucking against the otter, still managed to nod primly. Damp patches welled in the night dress around her nipples. Alek licked at the damp spots as he took his eldest mate, tried to pull down her bustle but she hauled it back up assertively, wanting to spare her juices for cooking ingredients later.

The two daughters got out of bed, squared up to each other in the near black, and Natasha immediately grabbed at her little sister's apron-covered hips with her wings and tried to force her over. Mila grabbed the sides of her sister's naked chest. She blushed at the embrace of the human flesh and nearly took her hands away. It seemed more naughty to touch the human, familiarly sister-ish bits even if the rest was feathers.

Nearby came Elena's indiscreet wail of orgasm, accompanied by a satisfied churr from her fuzzy mate and the sumptuous scent of his semen. The other women, their faces flushing, fought harder.

As they strained against each other Natasha quickly found herself losing. Her body was good for flight but she was at a disadvantage on the ground. She grinned and partially transformed, her body becoming larger, more muscled, less human. Mila frowned at her sister's straining of the match rules but just shifted along with her, her limbs rippling with emerging sinew as she grasped, turned and flexed.

Elena, cradling Alek against her belly and feeling his manhood resting within her surrounded by his warm cum, got out of bed and crouched next to a tin bucket. She watched the outline of her daughters in battle as she pulled her breasts out of her nightie with her other hand and discretely milked herself.

Mila out-shapeshifted her sister, muscles growing and transferring to where they would be most advantageous. The woman turned her sister and dropped her back on the floor, then pinned her down with her own body. Natasha writhed futilely, beating her wings against the floor and flailing her talons on either side of the almost-human's hips.

“You're really _good_ at changing," said Natasha, impressed. “Why don't you go all the way?"

Mila just shrugged. Behind her Alek slid out of Elena's arms, walked towards the women on his hind legs and transformed, growing ever larger, heavier, more powerful. His penis dripped a trail of white spooge onto the floor as he stepped.

Natasha felt his footsteps and grinned. She tightened her grip on her sister, keeping her prone, limbs in place and her rump raised in the air. Mila's apron dangled down, leaving her wet sex exposed.

“Give up sister, I won!" The younger girl said triumphantly. She almost never used to win their play fights when they were younger.

Mila heard the floorboards creaking under a great weight. She looked backwards to see a heavy, powerful pair of bearish legs.

“Oh…ooh!"

And with that, Alek grabbed her tail and pulled her hips backwards onto his awaiting, huge, slick manhood.

Natasha lay underneath her sister as the monster took her roughly, and enjoyed the look of surprise, then dopey pleasure on her face.

“When he's finished with you, you'll be so weak I'll wiiiieep!"

That was at Alek deftly pulling himself free of Mila, squatting lower and thrusting his hefty manhood into Natasha's exposed crow pussy. He took her casually, still pressing down on Mila, trapping them together. He curled one of his large paws into a gnarled fist and ground the knuckle against Mila's slit, keeping her excited while he drove into Natasha's flesh.

“Haaah, hhh, chhheeekyyy!" managed the crow lady, her head crest erecting, her body shaking.

Mila gripped onto her sister and chuckled, then gasped as Alek deftly slicked his manhood back into her.

Both women shuddered with the pleasure as he alternated between them, dragging his knuckle over their labia and sinking himself deep into the other. They couldn't guess when he would change, and watched the anticipation on the other's face building then being replaced with surprise and excitement as he dipped back into them.

The monster skilfully edged them and himself towards orgasm at the same time. Natasha was impressed at their pet's talent for satisfying them equally, his claw delving into her while his cock sundered her sister's body. He switched once more and Mila's eyes fluttered as she watched her sister's mouth gape open and a long drawn out caw escape her.

They gripped each other tight as they slipped over the edge into climax. Alek covered their bodies with his great furry mass as his manhood jumped inside Mila and he spurted his thick cum into her body. The girls moaned sumptuously, pleasured noises briefly interrupted by Alek pulling his climaxing manhood free of the mostly-human, splashing their crotches with a fountain of semen, then pushing into the crow harpy to fill her with his seed.

The three convulsed together in their throes of ecstasy. As they slowly came down from their peak Mila rested atop her sister, with their monster mate propping himself up on his powerful limbs above them like a huge furry tent.

“Hah, looks like Alek won the wrestle," said Natasha with a chuckle. Alek rumbled gently, then promptly gripped onto them and gallantly rolled over onto his back so they were on top, in the victory position.

The two women stroked his thick pelted belly then slowly, wearily climbed off him. A thick strand of the monster's cum connected their pussies. Natasha blushed at that, but Mila giggled. She slid down his body and deftly slid her tongue over his wet, softening, dark red length, attentively grooming away their pussy juices and his strands of spunk. Natasha watched her caring ministration, shrugged and crawled down to join her, and Alek grumbled happily at the sensation of two tongues slathering about his manhood.

Natasha gulped down the salty, heavily scented liquids. The taste was intense and odd but pleasant. Mila skilfully licked her mate's staff, seemingly as familiar with it as he was, delving her tongue into his sheath while Natasha sucked carefully on his fist-sized testes. They playfully jostled at each other as they made him completely clean.

As they finished up, Alek shrank back down, becoming sleek, long and delicate once more. Mila picked up the otter and pressed him to her aproned chest. They wordlessly returned to bed, their own privates still soaked with their mate's semen. Elena pondered having words with them about such untidiness, even though her own pussy was in the same sinful state. But they all wanted to be as musky as possible down there, in anticipation of Alek's morning sniff, and the delight of hearing his trill of joy and satisfaction of having thoroughly filled his harem.

The four of them snuggled up together, sleepy and content, in a scent cloud of sexual gratification.

“Good night children, and Alek," said Elena softly, rubbing their heads one after another.

“G' night"

“Good night mama"

“Eeeeee," chirped Alek. He still almost never spoke, and they really wanted to hear him say something in that adorable squeaky otter voice. But tonight wasn't the night for that.

They dozed off almost as one.