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**Throat Deep In the Mountains

• Chapter 1: The Kingdom and the Dungeon -**

(Warning: Chapter 1 is M/F/M. 20% yiff and plenty of action!)

Once upon a time there was a kingdom high atop the great mountains of Korintji. There existed an intellectual duck prince who kneeled below the caste of a greater king. The duck, which had been adopted, hoped to one day become king. He had a rival brother though, with royal feathers and a sly crushing attitude. The brother was a raven, and so was the king. Nonetheless, the trio ruled the kingdom of Korintji well. The duck prince would control the militia; the raven would raise the army and have power over the duck. The king, father of the raven would just watch over all the citizens and make sure everything went according to the economy. The citizens of Korintji were all very proud of their cinnamon harvest and were all of the class aves.

The peace of this great kingdom would change very soon. There existed another kingdom which was chaos bent against Korintji. I might be an old duck, but let me tell this story. Now you stop poking my beak, you dang kids! Here's how it goes:

*30 years earlier*

"Has the shipment arrived?" asked Cinna. There were many anthropomorphic and even quadruped birds in the market today. "I honestly have no clue, sir Cinna." replied the sleepy dove warrior. "My girlfriend misses me, can I go take leave early?" he begged, his eyelids creeping open. It was early morning and the market was already bustling with activity.

"You were supposed to be watching the trade route. If you slack off and let those coons get hold of our weapons cache I'll personally let the dogs have you for breakfast." He yelled, "Now wake up soldier." He placed a wing on the sleepy soldier's fine shoulders. "Get your work done, then go sleep with your mate." He explained, though no sooner there came some rival troops from the opposed kingdom.

"Attack the stagecoach! Don't let it get to the station!" yelled the lieutenant coon. Suddenly demolitionist skunks ran up after it, followed by the cavalry of lizard men. The skunks would throw low tier grenades, the cavalry surrounding the now broken stagecoach. "Damn it all!" yelled Cinna. He was a one-duck army though; his four soldiers at hand were all asleep on their watch. Cinna ran fourth with armed with a simple composite bow.

It didn't take long for him to snipe the lizard men cavalry. However, by the time he had defeated the lizard men, the soldiers woke to the disruption and caught only one skunk. The others made away with the precious cache. "Why does this ALWAYS happen?" yelled Cinna as he approached the new captive mephit. "You'll never beat us Cinna, and you'll never rule this kingdom." replied the rival skunk. "We are going to steal all of your imports, use them to crush your kingdom, and steal back our cinnamon." He said smoothly. The doves were holding him fast against the walls of the station. "Okay, just make us a new cache and you won't get tortured by my superior." snapped Cinna, just as smooth and twice as quick.

The skunk was squirming and writhing under the strong arms of the doves. The mephit was completely veiled, face and all in a brown, burlap hooded coat. "Leave me alone. I won't build anything for you dirty featherbrains." Cinna got up close to the skunk and pulled the hood off. Surprisingly it was a female. "Great, now they are using women for their cause." He hummed and rolled his eyes. "Give her to Kerns." He ordered the dove soldiers.

"K-kerns?" she choked and struggled hard as they walked her off. Kerns was the dungeon keeper of the kingdom. There were rumors all over the countryside that he was very brutal and unjust with his prisoners. Only Cinna would know, as he kept watch of the dungeon too on his nightshifts.

"Hah! Better him than my superior." He waved her off. He turned and walked to the broken stagecoach and called forth some pigeon settlers. "Come repair this, we are sending it back down the mountains...with troops." He added. He blew a sharp whistle and some Doberman wielding heavy pikes came forth. "You will follow this and retrieve our future imports. Secure our exports too." He wing waved them off as soon as the stagecoach was built.

These settlers were expert craftsman see, and could assemble anything like that in a matter of minutes. Cinna stood there until the dobermans vanished from sight with the stagecoach. "That'll show 'em." He scoffed, and turned back to face the village. Though, the raven prince was right there looking down on him. "Man, you need to manage your troops better if you want the throne so much." He cawed.

"If you would stop and train them NOT to fall asleep maybe they would do us a bit of good," replied Cinna. "It seems all you want to do lately is play with the mistresses, Karas." He added. The raven would swoop down and land firmly on the ground, his warrior spade piercing the soil before his talons. "Well, they make me feel good. I leave the training to the commanders. Don't you think for one second that I won't report your incompetence to father." explained Karas, though he always made excuses.

Cinna walked off careless of what would be said; he turned his back to his brother-in-law and headed for the bar. He didn't get that break though, for the dove warriors returned. The three went back to their post with no complaint. However, the one stopped to beg again. "C-can I go home now?" he said nervously, scratching his head feathers.

"Why the hell not, you let the coon get away. Go have fun." He added, patting roughly against the soldier's shoulders. The soldier squawked happily and flew off. Cinna ended up in the bar that day, disappointed and watching all the pretty waitresses as he thought hard of what his life meant. He had no memories of his real family; in fact, the duck had been taken from the nest at birth. The king had considered him lucky because he was found at caps of the mountains. He watched a stripping pole dancer with curiosity. His mind cycled back to the people though, he wondered what the rivals were planning now. Maybe they were on the way to the kingdom right this minute.

Maybe they were building an army or they were focusing on a strong navy of otters to attack the trade station at the base of the mountain. All of these thoughts passed through him, but he tossed 50 coins at the lithe gryphon stripper. She smiled and ruffled her feathers up as a special display of affection. Cinna chuckled and just tried to have fun that night. Meanwhile, the skunk was tossed into the damp chambers of the dungeon, the gate slamming shut. A tall figure standing at 7'ft by the name of Kerns loomed above her.

Kerns was dressed in thick maroon armor. "Hi, would you like to talk this over?" he said with a deep, yet gentle voice. Kerns was a bulk alligator, and held out a platter of cookies to the skunk. "W-what the hell? Are you gay?" she groaned and backed against the walls frowning and looking away. "I expected the mighty Kerns to be evil and all BDSM and such." She explained, lashing her tail.

"Oh... well about that, that was just one prisoner." He whistled innocently. "Was a male too. Guess I am gay." He paused abruptly, and pinned her against the wall. "I can get someone in here to deal with you...if you want." His maw creaked to a long smile.

"Why did you attack us?" he hummed, two undressed falcon sentries walked into the cell leering into her eyes. She panicked and sputtered, "We are going to use the caches to-to deal with things." She avoided the question, waving off the falcons comically. "I don't want no trouble." She urged.

Kerns took the opportunity to lock her fine wrists into some wall-mounted shackles. "You sure that is the right answer?" he quizzed. The falcons stepped forward and leaned against the wall. They appeared to be twins. "We are getting ready for a raid." She said simply.

"Okay." He completed her shackling. "Well if you join us later tonight, maybe you will be much more helpful." He winked and walked off back to his desk. She glared at the two falcons, "D-don't touch me." she snapped. They just toyed with her a bit, the first one pressing talons to her breasts, squeezing softly. The other falcon kneeling down and licking at her slit.

"N-no. You'll never know our plans." She groaned and writhed against the wall. They would completely indulge in her, the hour of teasing passed, whereas she was stripped naked, unshackled, and taking in both of their cocks eagerly. Moaning could be heard throughout the dungeon, she and another prisoner were the only two there. In a completely different cell there was a male panther thief, who had stolen one year worth of a company's gold and had failed to get away. He bit his lower lip and curled up against the bed in the cell, hearing all the moaning was driving him up the wall.

"C-could you guys pipe down in there?" he yelled, pressing a pillow over his slender ears. "TRYING TO SLEEP." He groaned. The panther was waiting for nightfall so he could begin digging a way out again.

The falcons took her for a ride, the double penetration of both her sex and her fine ass commenced. They mated her for a good while before hilting and spraying up inside her, pressing her firmly against their feathered bodies. She drooled out and cried loudly feeling violated, but certainly she was an amateur, maybe she only had sex a few times. Her stripey tail swished a bit as her paws rested in the tuft of the two falcon chests. She panted and had reached her climax many times before she passed out next to the uneaten cookies.

"We couldn't get anything out of her sir." They blushed heavily and snickered, "we certainly put a lot into her though." explained the falcons to Kerns. "Well maybe she will come to her senses tomorrow morning or later tonight." suggested Kerns as he shook his head. He sat at his desk filing paperwork and keeping watch on the keys.

He decided to go check on the panther prisoner and had made his round to the cell that he resided in. "Hello there. Want some cookies?" he asked cheerfully. The panther just blinked and stared at the ceiling. "How can you be so happy with all the fucking in this place?" he sat up and looked into Kern's eyes nervously, very tired and sleep ridden.

Kerns just winked and leered back, "I'll make you happy later when you are more awake. Expect to see me tonight." replied Kerns. He waved at the panther and walked off to the bed, where he would go to sleep for the remainder of the day. The panther stood up from his bed now and groaned. "I don't want to get raped again, so..." he kicked the mat off the debris of his escape attempt and continued to claw into the ground.

He was no mole, but he sure would try, even if it meant his claws getting ruined. He wondered about the skunk girl idly, wondered what she was even. The panther's sexuality had been altered to bisexual status from having being held captive in this dungeon for a whole year. His memories of a girlfriend had faded; it was rare for a feline to even live in the kingdom. He was the minority after all, and had become Kern's favorite nighttime pleasure.

The panther was determined to escape. He would work his paws tirelessly to do so. The dusk's light of hope started to shine through as his eyes glistened. It was gravel though, and his paws were tired. That new light leaking in was a great achievement to him, but it was almost nightfall. He tucked the mat over the hole against the wall and rested in his bed. He thought to himself, well, what is one more day of being a slave. With that he closed his eyes and curled up again for sleep. Cinna was up that night playing with a gryphon, who was happy to service his desire. Kerns woke up later to service the panther and the skunk just slept through her fatigue till the very next morning.

- End of Chapter 1 -