FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

( M/F, penetration, oviposition, lactation, intelligent feral otter, anthro otter, anthro bird, human )

Deep within the lake by the cottage, underneath a meter of ice, a large furry monster swam in circles around a massive purple scaled crocodillianesque head. The smaller beast grunted and growled deferentially, the language of the monsters travelling through the water as easily as it did through the air, and motioned with his paws while great black pearl-like eyes fixed on him. A rumbling voice issued in return, so deep it caused the ice above them to creak and shudder. He called the smaller beast by his human-given name with a wry smile on his meters long snout. When Alek didn't correct him the vast monster raised an eye ridge, intrigued.

The parlay concluded and a claw the size of a bus emerged from clouds of disturbed silt. It reached out over ranks of neatly arranged treasures on the lake bed, floated past a rusted pitchfork with a rotten wooden shaft and over a glittering golden box and intricately shaped chunk of coral. Then the claw tips closed delicately around an ordinary looking disk of stone with a hole through the center. Alek reached out his forepaws and smiled.

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The heavy cottage door swung open and Elena emerged into the morning light, followed by her animal daughters. The mother, human as ever, had her usual respectable heavy clothes on despite having not felt any cold for days. Natasha was wearing Mila's summer dress, its thin white cloth contrasting starkly with her deep black feathers. Mila wore nothing but an apron, feeling slightly naughty for it, enjoying the sensation of the air against her oily brown fur.

It had been a funny night for the mother, snuggling up in bed to a veritable menagerie of creatures. The unfamiliar bodies sometimes nudged her awake, especially when Alek, ahem, interacted with them. They didn't even have to sleep together anymore, they had plenty of beds and warmth was no longer an issue. But no-one complained and they continued anyway. It was… cosy.

“Mila, are you ready for, ahh, milking?" asked Elena.

“Yes, mama," replied the otter girl shyly but obediently.

Yesterday, after Natasha had been transformed by their guest, she and Mila practiced speaking with their new mouths and were much improved. The otter girl's voice was nearly the same as when she was a human, except an octave higher with an enthusiastic squeak.

Elena wrinkled her nose as her youngest bounded past her on all fours towards the pails.

“Girl, have you not bathed this morning?"

“I'm waiting for Alek to sniff me," Mila replied, twitching her long tail and smiling with guilty embarrassment. Alek had snuck away in the night after he had mated with her and Natasha. She felt a bit yucky still having his semen sticking up her groin fur, but she wanted to stay sullied for his satisfied snuffle at the pussy he had taken in the darkness.

Elena caught Natasha's glance and blushed a little. Mila's rather spicy smell got to her. She was still waiting her turn to be mated and also missed the morning intimate sniffing ritual.

“Alek!" cried Mila as she saw the otter scamper through the snow towards them. They touched noses and ruffled their whiskers together. Mila lifted her tail and opened her legs suggestively, and Alek readily ran underneath her larger body, jammed his nose into her crotch and noisily took in the rich, musky scent of their lovemaking. Mila made a high pitched ecstatic squeal. Elena bit her lip while Natasha curled her talons into the snow.

Mila squatted down next to a metal pail and undid the neck loop of her apron, causing the fabric to flop down and reveal her four soft, tender furry breasts. She hovered her boobs over the bucket and gently kneaded them until her nipples turned wet and started to drip.

Alek ran under the she-otter and grasped a breast between his paws. He squeezed it roughly, making Mila squeak with surprise and arousal. A thick white stream of milk squirted forth and rattled the pail. She looked down and watched her mate coax streams of milk from her teat, smiled contentedly, and rubbed his tummy.

“Good girl," said Elena encouragingly. She turned towards her avian daughter.

“So…"

Natasha looked awkward and flustered. “I… don't really produce much. Even after I was frisky with Alek I only make enough for him to drink. Maybe because I'm a bird now?"

Elena nodded. Then she got a strange look that made Natasha feel wary. “But birds lay eggs, don't they."

“Awwwk! I mean, maybe?"

Elena reached out a hand and stroked the crow woman's feathered throat. “Would you lay eggs for your mother? Think of what we could make with them…"

Natasha's black eyes widened but she relaxed into the hand, let it ruffle the quills at her neck soothingly.

“Well, aaahhhk, I… can't just make it happen…"

Well that wasn't a no, thought Elena. And she knew her older daughter was good at saying that if she meant it.

“I think you can," said Elena positively. “Let me help you."

“Hmpphh, hrrrr… I'm not…"

Elena grinned. She could sense the intrigue and arousal in her daughter. She moved her other hand to the bird woman's abdomen.

“You are going to lay some eggs, Natasha. You can feel them developing in your tummy, under my hand."

“Hawww, awwwww, mmm, rrrr…"

She _could_ feel it. She shivered as she felt _something_ happening in her womb.

No, it must be my imagination, mama is just making me think… no, it's happening!

She felt lumps forming deep inside her womb. Her stomach started to swell, going taut against her dress. Natasha's bird head peered down to see the dome developing and tightening the fabric.

“That's it! The shells are hardening inside your stomach. They're big and full of rich yolk and white."

Natasha panted. Her talons flexed. Her nether feathers dampened with juices dripping from her strange bird slit.

“Not too large!" she pleaded.

“It's okay, Natasha," said her mother softly. “You're in control of this, not me. Just let me guide you. Squat down and open your legs nice and wide

Natasha gave Elena a defiant look, not wanting to be talked to like the pushover that her sister was. But it _was_ reassuring - and hard to disobey.

Elena's eldest daughter found herself going down and widening her skinny, scaly legs. Elena hitched up the creature's dress to her hips, putting her wet, black undercarriage on show. Natasha humphed but started to caw as her eggs jostled within.

Elena reached out and cupped a hand under her daughter's discrete, hidden pussy. A lump at her stomach surged downwards, distending her flesh around it and separated her plumage as it stretched her.

“That's a good girl. Lay your first egg into your moma's hand."

“Awww… rrrrrrrk!"

Natasha flexed her pelvic muscles and coaxed the egg downwards. Her slit opened up and she felt air against her intimates. She looked away with embarrassment and flapped her powerful wings. The intense pressure at her hips bordered on pain and dipped into pleasure as the smooth orb started to rub against her very sensitive, rough skinned labia.

“Ooh, I can see the egg!" said Elena encouragingly. “Good girl, making eggs for your momma! Just one more good push!"

The bird woman squawked and strained. Her pussy drooled thick liquids onto Elena's hand. The egg reached its widest point, stretching her pussy disgracefully wide, then to her relief and somewhat sordid delight it squeezed out and dropped warmly into Elena's soaked grasp.

“Well done!" congratulated Elena and she held up the egg. The bird woman lowered her head, titillated shame on her beaked face. The egg was twice the size of Elena's fist, a pale green with darker speckles.

“Just… three more to go now," said her mother with a devilish grin.

“No, just one more!" said Natasha hastily.

“Two more?"

“Awwwk, fine! Not that it matters, I can't just magic up a third…"

But indeed she felt a third egg growing inside her, as if her body was honouring the barter.

Natasha felt a couple of fuzzy paws against her thighs and looked down to see Alek between her legs. She humphed, accepted his casual intimacy and settled down to lay her second. The otter slid his nose into her still dilated slit and snuffled, causing his second mate to croak and ruffle her feathers.

The bird woman teased the second egg through her cervix and into her birthing passage. She felt a pulse of thick liquids leak free and squarked with bashful shame mixed with ticklish pleasure when the otter lapped at goop emerging from her widening, soaked, rough labia.

“Nrrrhhhhk…"

Her second egg stretched open her opening. Alek licked at it and the bird sister could feel his nose nudging at the surface. She panted with effort and at the delicious sensations.

“Rrrrk, be gennntle, don't pusshh it back in, pleeease!"

With a final squeeze she made it stretch her pussy, opening her labia like petals on a flower, and dropped the egg into Alek's padded claws. As the crow woman panted the otter teasingly rubbed the egg against her sensitive, slightly sore netherlips.

“Cheeeky!" she managed, and rubbed the top of his head with her stubby mid-wing claws.

“How are you bearing up?" asked Elena tenderly, stroking the sides of her daughter's face. “If it's too much we could leave things for nowwwooooohhh!"

She looked down at the bulge that appeared in her dress. A long furry tail dangled out of the hem. Natasha chuckled.

Elena reflexively closed her thighs around the ticklish presence of the invading otter, but that only trapped him against her intimate flesh. She wriggled and squirmed as the little beast boldly grabbed her bloomers and worked them down her legs.

“I'll be fine," said Natasha with a croaking chuckle. “Let's finish."

Alek got Elena's underclothes down to her knees and he lapped at her groin, teasing her pussy. Elena moaned and swayed forwards. Natasha reached out her wings and grasped her mother's hands in her wing claws, and they leaned against each other while Alek climbed onto the human's rump and Natasha flexed the muscles in her uterus, rotating the last egg inside her and feeling the pointed tip nudge at her cervix.

Elena's clothes twitched and billowed with the shape of the otter under them moving into position to mate. The mother squatted downwards and opened her legs wider. The other women could tell what was happening just from Elena's reactions. Her contented groan was when he slid his length into her pussy. Her gentle gyrations were responses to his delicious hip bucks.

Natasha, seeing the look of shame on Elena's face at her being sundered so casually, enjoyed this common bond of embarrassment and hugged her more firmly still, resting her beaked head on her mother's shoulder. She absorbed the matriarch's lovemaking convulsions as she tenderly teased her egg through her rather sore cervix. Her womb emptied its fluids around the egg, the juices surging free of her body and flowing down her dark scaly talons.

Mila stepped over and wiped her nipples dry with her fuzzy arm.

“I'll help you, Natasha," she said, kneeling down.

Natasha flushed intensely, the red subtly emanating between her cheek feathers.

“Uhhhh… thank… jussst… receive…"

Mama was in the early throes of sex, her daughters noted, the act with their mutual partner now so familiar they were copying each other's techniques to further please their mate. She was subtly arching her hips up so that the curve of Alek's length pressed against the floor of her passage. It caused him to churr richly, the noise pleasing to all three of them.

“Ahhh-awwwwk!" Cried her eldest. Mila reached under her, cupping her hand-paws to receive her last egg as the two others strained and squeezed against each other, in the throes of mutual excitement.

Elena grunted ferally with the pleasure their pet was inflicting on her, her sordid noises mixing with the slicking of the hidden beast's penis into her pussy. Her daughters could tell from her quickening calls that she was approaching her orgasm.

Natasha rattled harshly as she coaxed her third egg to open her avian slit up to its widest point. Her crotch was on fire with the disgraceful pleasure sensations mixed with aching pain and she was tempted to rest, until she realised she had an egg hanging half-way out of her in full view of her younger sister. Eager to minimise the shame, the bird woman ground her beak together, tensed all her muscles and wetly dislodged the ovoid into Mila's awaiting grasp.

Ahhh, I feel so empty! thought Natasha. And right at the edge of…

Before Mila could remove the egg Natasha suddenly grasped the girl's paws with a wing claw and raised the egg back to her soaked pussy. Mila blushed as the bird monster rubbed her slit against the shell, firm and fast, indulging the needy pangs from her slit that the birthing had caused.

Mother and eldest hugged tightly into each other and called out as they fell into their climaxes. Elena felt her hips fill with her mate's cum while the bird woman's womb fluids and ejaculate seeped out of her pussy and saturated her sister's fur to the elbows.

The two collapsed sideways onto the floor and panted with intense satisfaction. Mila gently picked up her sister's eggs and stood over the two, showing them the rewards of their efforts.

Alek dismounted from the matriarch, pushed his nose into her musky, slick labia and gave her a good, contented, noisy sniff. The morning snuffle ritual completed, he climbed out from under her skirt and wound himself around Mila's legs and tail. Only his dark penis retreating into his fluffy sheath showed any sign of the lewd activities he had just indulged with the family.

Elena looked at her exhausted, bird daughter, then up at her otter offspring, the warm, wet eggs in her grasp and the randy beast that was looking the picture of innocence at her shins. She blanched a little and felt a wave of realisation and accompanying remorse wash over her. She had made her daughter lay eggs, just for the sake of making a wider range of dishes.

“My family… what on Earth has happened to us," mused Elena guiltily. “What have I let happen to you? What have I done to you?"

“The beastlands, hrrrrrk, happened tooo us," replied Natasha as gently as her croaky new voice allowed. She rested a great wing on her chest and held her shoulder with its claw.

“And that's okay," said Mila softly, putting the eggs to one side and bending down to hug them both.

“Have I done you wrong, caused us all to sin?"

“No," replied Natasha. “and yes," she continued, a wicked grin on her beak.

Elena scowled at the elder daughter, but the edges of her mouth twitched upwards. She hugged them back, then patted her moist lap.

Alek, grinning in a most unottery fashion, obediently jumped in and joined his harem in their snuggle.