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The arrow broke as the cardinal had desperately tried to remove it from his shoulder. To no avail, these wolf arrows were sturdy and dug deep. Why wouldn't they be? The birds' signature barbed arrowheads were a wolfen invention. They had been allies for so many years, and now they'd let that all be thrown away in the space of one bloody battle.

Orion remarked how his red feathers made it hard to tell he was even bleeding, but he felt it. He had cuts, gashes... Blood in his eyes. He moaned balefully as he trounced through the snow, tripping over fallen wolf and avian alike. His already struggling heart sunk as he came to the tragic sight of the two chiefs, permanently locked together in death, a spear in the wolf's gut, a sword through the eagle's heart. Neither fell, they clung together in an eternal embrace.

Then Orion saw his friend.

The blue jay coughed blood as he too stumbled over the corpses of birds he grew up with. He saw Orion through the cloudy haze of disorientation and allowed himself a single sad smile. Justin fell into Orion's open arms and the two males embraced each other desperately to share body heat.

Justin only stirred as he felt wet tears on his cheek. "Don-don't cry, Orion. We're both alive."

Orion clutched his dearest friend closer, "But for how long?"

...

"Orion!" Caryn cried out as she awoke from another nightmare. The cardinal female sobbed hysterically as she realized her husband was still away.

Kali embraced her friend tightly, "Caryn, calm yourself. It was only a dream."

Caryn shook her head, "My Orion, he's gone... He's dead, I can just feel it."

The jay bird rubbed her friend's shoulders desperately, "No, no. You can't think that way. My husband is gone too and if Orion died, then that means he died too. Justin loves Orion as much as you and will always protect him for you, you know that. We have to believe that our husbands are alive and they're on their way home right now! Please believe? For me, Caryn?" She sniffed as tears came to her eyes.

Caryn calmed down somewhat, "I believe. Thank you, Kali."

Maureen lay beside her friends. The pine marten cried silent tears herself, she too missed Justin. It had been three weeks since the war tribe departed for the northern wolf pack. No word has been sent about what happened, no messenger, no letter. The marten jill rubbed her growing belly. Her baby felt about ready to come out. She looked to her side and there sat the eggs of her friends.

She prayed both to the avian goddess, Rhia and to her own Christian god that the husbands would return so they could see their chicks hatch.

...

Meanwhile, in the late chieftain's hut, traitorous Nestor lay with his mate, his cousin, Vera following another of many lovemaking sessions they'd shared.

Vera let her mate preen her feathers as his seed warmed her belly.

The curtain to Nestor's room swung open and Feroz stepped in.

Nestor held his mate as he addressed his companion, "What is it, Feroz?"

The vulture gestured for the eagle to follow then stepped out before his friend could react.

Nestor shook his head, "I'll be right back, my dear." He kissed her before getting up.

Feroz waited outside.

Nestor approached, not decent in the least, "What was so important you'd drag me from my bride?"

The vulture gave a sly smile before presenting Nestor with a new chieftain's headdress that he had made for the new village chief.

Nestor held it, amused at the hero worship bestowed on him by the muted scavenger. "Ah, Feroz, a fine crown for a king."

The headdress had been crafted from the feathers of Nestor's ancestors, twined and glued with sap from the biggest, oldest tree in the forest, then decorated with luxurious golden baubles and gems.

The eagle's gratitude was soon overshadowed by a different emotion. He held the smiling vulture's beak, "If I didn't know better, I'd say you hunger for your chief's cock, dear friend."

The vulture endured his friend's cutting words. His eyes were always for Nestor, but Nestor had his own needs and the vulture remained a quiet looker from the outside.

Nestor could read the vulture's expressions, "I'm right, aren't I?"

Feroz unashamedly nuzzled his chief's broad chest; though the vulture was older, bigger than the eagle, he would be every bit the perfect sub if Nestor allowed it.

"On your knees then, and pay respect to your chief, Feroz." Nestor said, aroused already by the prospect of having another male submit.

Feroz kneeled and began licking his master as the eagle's shaft slid from his genital slit.

Vera, meanwhile, watched from the doorway as her mate took the beak of an older male. Her face remained unreadable as to what emotion she felt from watching their display.

...

Justin felt strange for the past few days. First he was cold and in pain, now he was warm and in close proximity to a soft, supple body, one which he eagerly ground against in his sleep. Images of his two lovely wives he left at home came into his horny bird brain and he furiously humped the being next to him.

His bedfellow turned in their sleep and held him. Justin felt a beak against his own, and felt no breast, so he assumed this was Kali. Half-awake by now, and fully erect at the prospect of breeding his wife, he climbed atop the slender bird ground his shaft against his lover.

Below him, awake, bewildered and fully aroused, lay Orion. The cardinal had awoken the moment he felt his wounded friend press against him in such a husband way. The bird quickly realized his sleeping friend was about to mate him. Before he could wake Justin, the blue jay had already mounted his cardinal friend and Orion blushed as his friend's erection ground against his own.

Justin was mating his wife in his mind, not even noticing the glaring detail of his cock touching another male's identical organ.

And Orion let it happen. The red bird didn't know how he and his friend had wound up here in this warm bed in this cottage all bandaged up, but his friend whom he'd always felt attracted to, even as Justin pursued the affections of Kali, his lifelong companion whom he lusted for was here making love to him right now and he didn't want to spoil this moment. The red bird put his wings around his lover and preened Justin's shoulder while the blue bird did the same. Their black beaks met in the middle and the wounded warriors kissed.

Here was where Justin finally noticed something was amiss. The beak he was kissing was a lot shorter than the narrow black beak of his Kali. He then realized the appendage he'd been humping felt very similar to his own.

Orion held his male lover ever more tightly, now blissfully ignorant to Justin's waking. The cardinal gripped his and the blue jay's cocks together as precum squirted from their tips.

Justin shuddered and thrust hard against Orion as a climax drew near.

Both birds hit it together and Justin finally opened his eyes to see his friend in mid-orgasm.

The cardinal blushed when he looked up and saw his best friend staring down at him.

Justin gulped before he felt the sticky substance that stained their groins. He looked downward to see his tapered malehood draped over Orion's, strings of bird cum leaking profusely. He looked at Orion, "Did we just..."

Orion laughed nervously, "We did..." He touched beaks affectionately with his friend.

Before Justin could say more, cold wind blew inside this cottage as its front door swung open.

A slender creature in heavy winter clothes stomped inside, followed by two more creatures of varying height and build.

The first one disrobed in front of the fireplace, warming her nude body with no shame in front of her two avian guests. She was an arctic vixen with the prettiest, sharpest blue eyes that reminded Justin of his wife. The rest of her naked body drew his poor, horny birdbrain. She had a perfect hourglass figure, thick snowy white fur all over minus the black points on her ears, her paws and her tail. He thought she had a nice rear to admire as well.

She turned to warm her bare hindquarters over the fire and finally saw the pervy bird looking right at her. She giggled and wink, "Good morning, dirty birdy."

Orion showed more tact than his horny friend, but was no less aroused by her display himself.

The vixen's two traveling companions disrobed as well, but not to her extreme. The tallest of the trio revealed himself to be a handsome brown weasel with a fine build for one who lived in these wintery woods. He had a playful predatory smile that could melt a female's heart; some males too, which was just fine for him. He stood beside his vixen friend as he warmed his bare chest, pretending not to notice her breasts within his field of view.

The brawniest of the trio lugged a heavy deer carcass into a small corner that served as kitchen and dining room for this cottage. She dropped it on a table then dressed down to prepare the animal for cooking. She was a mountain lion, with tawny fur, big yellow eyes with large black pupils, and big tits to go with her beautiful, brawny build. She wasn't one of those overly muscular type of ladies that almost looked too mannish, but a perfect balance of muscle and looks.

The vixen redressed and went over to help the lion while the weasel walked over to their guests. The weasel sat on the bed with the two birds, "It looks like my medical training has paid off, I was about to start digging a couple o' fresh graves for you guys."

Justin smiled at the weasel, "Thank you... So you found us?"

The weasel chuckled, "Actually, it was Leona over there who found you."

The lioness acknowledged her companion with a friendly nod as she peeled the pelt off of her fresh kill.

"She's our huntress, though Eve and I are reasonably good ourselves. And I'm Carlyle. I'm not country folk like my companions, but I couldn't imagine a life without these two."

The vixen, Eve, feigned blushing, "Oh, Carl, you're so sweet." as she held a bucket for the deer's entrails.

Leona carefully removed all the choicest organs from the big buck.

Eve gagged when the lioness had to squeeze out the deer's last meal into a separate bucket.

The lioness laughed, "Pretty foxy can't stand a little bit of a bad smell."

The vixen swallowed whatever was about to come back up and tried to combat the smell assaulting her nostrils.

Orion got out of bed, completely forgetting about his nudity to help the gagging vixen, "I'll take this for you."

Eve gladly let him take the bucket, then ran outside to wash her paws in the snow.

Justin stayed in bed to let Carlyle check his wounds.

The weasel was thorough and also very talkative, "Are you birds fine with meat? We're all carnivores in this house and we rarely have guests out here."

Justin grunted as Carl tightened the bandaging on his right arm, "We're fine with meat, we eat our fair share of fish and small mammals around our village back home. Blue jays like myself and cardinals like my friend, we can eat anything as long as it tastes good." He chuckled, unconsciously leaning into the weasel's firm hands, "My wife makes a mean fish, I should show you when we get home."

Carlyle politely kissed the affectionate bird on his cheek, "And I'll look forward to eating fish in your home, but now its winter, the roads are snowed out and it would be too dangerous to try to go back." He'd finished fixing the bandages on Justin's back, then moved on to administering a thorough massage to ease the bird's aching muscles, "You and your helpful friend are our welcome guests for the next weeks until the spring thaw, I'm afraid."

Justin sighed sadly, "We're supposed to be home right now. Our wives are with egg, our chicks will hatch and we won't be there to hold them." He turned to the kind weasel, "My name is Justin, by the way, and the momma's boy over there is Orion."

Orion stuck his beak up indignantly, "Oh, that one time I ran to Mom because you spilled my porridge!" he scoffed while helping Leona clean out the deer's digestive tract. "Whew, and I thought rats stunk bad."

Leona laughed, "Everything is stinky when it dies, you'll be stinky, I'll be stinky, it's just nature."

Carlyle finished his massage, "And we're done, you can walk around now if you want, and you, Orion?"

The red bird looked up, his hands covered in the blood of the carcass, "Yes?"

Carl beckoned him over, "I'll need to look at you now."

Justin patted his friend's shoulder, "Go on, I'll be right here." He took the cardinal's place in helping Leona.

Carl helped Orion back into bed so he could examine him. He saw Eve as she came back inside, "Eve, will you come help me with our guest?"

The vixen smiled dutifully, "Yes, Doctor." She sauntered right over to a blushing Orion whose eyes were glued to her barely concealed bust.

Leona laughed, "You birds act like you never see tits before."

Justin laughed with her, "Well, we're birds. Our women don't have tits like you females." He boldly poked the lioness in the valley between her own pair.

The lioness purred, "Fresh!"

...

About an hour or two later, the deer had been butchered properly and then cooked.

The three carnivores and their avian guests sat together around the dinner table eating the deer which had been cooked in the fireplace in a cast-iron skillet. They had that with some potatoes, practically the only vegetable any self-respecting carnivore would admit to liking, and for dessert, Eve made bread pudding.

Justin enjoyed everything, "Wow, Eve, could I steal you? I've never had anything that good before."

The vixen smiled, "You don't have to steal me, I'd come quietly."

Carlyle wrapped his tail around her waist in a seductive manner, "I've never known you to cum quietly, dear." He leaned in and nibbled her soft neck.

The vixen held her breath as the debonair doctor pushed her buttons in ways only he knew. And the weasel shamelessly unbuttoned her tunic at the dinner table so he could nuzzle the vixen's soft breasts.

Justin and Orion both watched as the polite weasel and vixen they'd just met began such an intimate display, both were mesmerized when Eve's breasts came out and Carlyle, with a knowing wink to his captive audience, suckled from his mewling lover. Their attention was soon diverted by the pair of big paws that pulled them into the bared breasts of Leona.

The lioness petted the birds as she held them against her bust.

Orion was the first to do something then. He opened his black beak to lap at the lion's soft brown nipple.

Justin mimicked his friend and did the same with Leona's other tit.

The lioness purred as she let the birds nurse her like a pair of overgrown cubs.

Eve and Carlyle had gone past that stage. The vixen's clothes were strewn across the floor and Carl had her on the table as he devoured her vulva. His muzzle quickly grew moist and sticky from Eve's fluids staining his face. He'd also taken off his pants to give his erection space to throb and breathe while he finished his foreplay.

Leona took the wounded warriors to the bed and let them play with her naked body anyway that pleased them.

Orion and Justin both contented themselves with grinding their dripping cocks against the big female.

She held their tapered bird-hoods and stroked them both.

The bed creaked as Eve and Carlyle fell beside the threesome and turned it into a fivesome.

Carl thrust inside his vixen while he messily swapped saliva with her.

Justin turned to watch the pair as they mated in such close proximity to their trio. He watched Eve's breasts jiggling and becoming squished against Carl's broad chest with each vigorous thrust from the weasel doctor. Justin's attention was brought back around by Leona who pulled him and Orion on top her so their fronts collided again.

The lioness purred as she held the birds together, "Leona likes gay birdies, be gay birdies for me, mmm?" She fingered both birds' tailholes.

That little bit of encouragement made both of them arch against one another and, as before, their erections slid together in harmonious frot.

Carl and Eve finished their sexual union as the birds just started theirs. The vixen purred both from the weasel's seed warming her insides and from watching Leona fingerfuck the birds. Carl stayed inside his vixen but also watched the lioness play with their avian guests, he felt himself harden again as he imagined the things he could do with those two. Eve bucked once she felt her mate was ready to go again and the pair continued their own little affair.

Justin and Orion held each other as they were manhandled by the lusty lioness who held their cocks together. The birds touched tongues and rubbed beaks while their shafts leaked precum.

Leona just got the purest high from getting two cute males to make love with one another. She enjoyed sex just fine, but got off more from witnessing the act between others.

Orion whispered something in Justin's ear. The blue jay grew a big grin from his friend's suggestion. The cardinal then crouched on all fours over Leona. He winked playfully at the lioness, his prick prodding her moist slit.

She purred, "If you think you can handle Leona, you can give me your best shot, little birdy."

Orion pushed forward, hoping somewhere inside his wife wouldn't find out about his infidelity away from home, then throwing away such worries to allow himself to enjoy the warmth of this large female held him flush against her hips.

She'd truthfully had males much bigger than him, but she enjoyed his enthusiasm and egged him on, "Is that all you have, little birdy?"

Justin mounted his friend behind, then slowly pushed inside Orion, consequently forcing the cardinal deeper in the lioness pussy.

Orion groaned from being penetrated by his best friend. He moved with Justin as the jay withdrew.

Justin thrust forth and Orion, in turn, bucked hard against Leona.

The lioness showed a big toothy grin, "That's new for Leona. Never had a mate fucked while he was fucking me before." She held wrapped her thick legs around Orion, "Leona likes this, more!"

And they gave more as Carlyle further inseminated his lovely vixen's velvety insides. The weasel nibbled Eve in his post-orgasmic bliss.

The combined sexual musk of mustelid, vixen, lioness and avian drove the two birds to a big finish.

Orion chirruped as he shot inside Leona, as Justin filled his backside and as the lioness purred from the sticky warmth filling her insides.

...

Miles away, back home, the eagle prince Nestor gave a mighty shriek as he flooded the asshole of his trusted friend, Feroz.

The vulture had fully submitted and let himself be used by the younger male how Nestor saw fit.

Vera, Nestor's cousin and mate had objected at first, wanting to keep Nestor for herself, but then she became pregnant with his egg and she was more tolerant of her husband's extramarital interests.

She sat by the bed, rubbing her gravid belly as she watched the two great raptors sharing their bodies. She turned away though when some older birds stormed into their hut.

The oldest of these birds cringed at the homosexual act he'd walked in on, "Prince Nestor!"

The eagle growled under his breath, "This had better be important for you to interrupt me."

The old sparrow furrowed his brow, "Important? I would say this is the most precious news you could hope for, Chief."

Nestor sat up while Feroz set about cleaning himself and his lord. "Chief?"

The sparrow nodded, "It was been weeks since your father left us to battle our former allies, the wolves. No word has come back, and it is too cold to send scouts. Three weeks have passed without your father, so we assume he has died and so, you must take his place as our new chief."

Nestor had let the time get away from him, three weeks had already passed. He hid the glee he felt for achieving what he'd planned and replaced it with genuine surprise. He cleared his throat, "No man nor woman could replace my father, or the things he'd done for our tribe in his time with us. That being said," He stood proudly, "I fully accept my new duties."

The elders each nodded while the sparrow spoke, "Good, now, clean up well and get dressed, we'll need our new chief and his lovely queen," he gestured to Vera "to look their very best when they present themselves."

...

Meanwhile, a very worried and very pregnant Maureen redressed herself after a check up from the medicine bird. The pine marten was getting closer and closer to her due date and yet, she was more worried than joyful. Weeks had passed with no word on what had happened to the war party that had stormed out a month before.

Justin's bride, Kali managed to smile often when in the company of friends, but she worried much for her husband. She sat up many nights with holding her egg, wondering what life as a mother will be like, without the father there to help.

Orion's wife, Caryn had been staying with Kali and Maureen since their husbands left. She held her egg as well, praying it hatches into a healthy chick, and that her Orion will be home to hold their baby in his arms.

The medicine bird was walking Maureen back to Kali's hut when the two of them saw the commotion growing in the village square.

Kali and Caryn cuddled together, using their combined body heat to warm their eggs and enjoying each other's company on top of it.

Caryn lifted her neck to let a playful Kali preen her feathers. Thanks to Kali and Maureen, the cardinal had opened herself up a bit more to allow these lovely females to have her in ways not even Orion could imagine. She felt guilty at first to enjoy such feelings without him, but Kali always calmed her worries with a well-placed tongue to her cloaca. Their closeness broke when Maureen came in, "Girls! Come out, the elders are crowning Nestor as the new chief!"

Kali gasped, "New chief? It's already been that long?" And the normally calm blue jay realized this meant, with great certainty, her Justin will never come back. She cried, "My love, my friend..."

Caryn put her head on her friend's shoulder, "This doesn't mean our husbands are dead, Sweet Feather." She blushed using one of her husband's names for herself with her best friend. "It may only mean they won't be home to see their chicks hatch, but they will be here, we have to stay positive."

Maureen nodded, "Stay positive, like you've been this whole time, Kali." She hugged the sobbing blue jay.

...

Outside, in the village square, Nestor stood before the villagers as the elder sparrow smeared the nude eagle's body with traditional markings to denote his status as leader. A claw mark on his chest to show his bravery as a strong warrior, a sun symbol over the eagle's groin to display his virility, finally the sparrow dabbed a feather in blood and smeared it over the eagle's face, over the eyepatch that Feroz had made for Nestor.

The elder's son, the medicine sparrow walked up to Nestor carrying the ceremonial headdress, fashioned from the feathers shed by the previous chief. With a nod from his father, the young shaman in training got on his knees before the mighty eagle.

Nestor suppressed the shiver he felt from the smaller male worshiping his malehood.

The village elder spoke clearly, "Now that you are officially crowned new village chieftain, Nestor, you must show the people your virility and prowess. Now as your lovely bride is already begat by your seed, you must choose an unmarried female from our village folk to sire another egg."

Nestor nodded while the young sparrow dutifully pleasured his new chief to prepare him for the act.

Vera didn't seem very pleased with this outcome, though. She was fine sharing him with Feroz, but now another female in their hut?

Nestor ignored his mate's glares. As much as he loved her, the chance to bear himself more potential heirs, not to mention to have another warm female wrapped around his birdhood, he relished the thought. He placed a heavy palm on the young sparrow's head and pushed him off. He stepped toward the crowd for his pick of the virgin hens. He selected a single black grackle from the crowd. "You, what's your name?"

The pretty black bird with the shiny metallic feathers gulped, "Grace."

The eagle grinned, "Grace... You will make a fine addition to my nest, just steer clear of Vera, she's not keen on sharing." He shot a playful glare back to his gravid hen. He led Grace to his hut; he pushed aside the flap and let her go in before him.

Vera fumed at the thought of sharing her mate with another wife. She brushed off Feroz when the vulture tried to comfort her and stormed out to vent her frustration.

Inside, Nestor hadn't wasted any time before he had the grackle bent before him as he took her virginity.

Outside, the sparrow elder helped his son to his feet. The old bird gave a half-smile then patted the young shaman on his back.

The shaman turned to return to his hut when Kali ran towards him. He sensed something was wrong, "Kali? What's wrong?"

The blue jay had to catch her breath, "It's Maureen... She's having her baby!"