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Hiss!

Javin licked Farrah's neck as he bred her under the moonlight. The king cobra felt his future queen convulsing around his dual cocks, his barbs dragging deep lines in her cloacal walls.

She held her king's face as he kept kissing her before she felt him erupt in fertile fountains of warmth inside her.

The cobra hissed softly for his bride-to-be as he inseminated their first offspring inside her.

As their joint climax slowly subsided one of their servant girls came in.

Javin was as patient as ever despite being interrupted in his act of procreating with his mate. He picked himself up to look upon the grackle female, "Yes, what is it?"

The blushing servant girl tried to avert her eyes from seeing her chief's cocks as he withdrew from Farrah, "Um... Master Javin, you have a visitor."

Javin sighed then kissed the viper beneath him before he put on a robe without bothering to tie up. He was in the mood to embarrass whoever was callous enough to interrupt him during mating.

Nestor stood in the lobby, looking around the old place seeing all the changes that Javin had made to it since taking over. He felt a rush of memories flooding his restless mind starting from his first years running through the old hut, to his mate dying and ending in his punishment which left him scarred and impotent. The eagle felt a tear from his one working eye.

Javin walked in and was pleasantly surprised to see who his visitor was, "Old Chief Nestor... How nice of you to show your pretty face around here?" He said in his typical jovial fashion.

Nestor smiled with his blinded side facing the snake before he turned to look at him, "You are a more personable chief. The people truly love you, my chief. I'm only Nestor... Nestor Aquila... Son of Gregorio Aquila." He turned his working eye to the cobra, "Do you know of our history? Of how we birds first came to this land?"

Javin shook his head, "Surprisingly no..."

Nestor sighed, "My father told me his story once, stories of his father and his father before him. Like the weasels who colonize this country now... We birds are not true natives of this land... We came here from another land, but that was so long ago this became our native land. I come to believe there are no true natives but the animals who all come before us. Our mindless ancestors who hunted and killed their prey with no remorse. My last name is Aquila... It means eagle in our old language."

Javin tightened his robe as he stood next to Nestor, "That is a fine history lesson, but I somehow feel this is not your only reason for dropping in."

Nestor chuckled, "To the point, another fine characteristic of a good chief... I hear tale that the mighty Fuchs clan themselves has chosen to grace our village. I knew we would draw in wealthy clients, but the royal family?"

Javin nodded, "All have come to see our Irving Fuchs. I was present when Irving met his family again, it was pleasantly awkward. What is your interest in the royals, you scheming old raptor?"

The eagle chuckled, "I can't hide anything from you... Well... I would just like to meet with them. How many?"

Javin drummed his fingers on a table, "Oh... Seven. That's seven more weasels to our small population of four, making 11, if we keep it up, we'll be a weasel city just like our neighboring Wiesel Stadt."

Nestor hummed, "Interesting, it took seven to find their lost brother." He decided to change the subject, "I notice my chief has gone natural." He tugged on the snake's robe so he could see the other male's sculpted abs.

Javin chuckled from being teased, "I was in the middle of mating with my new mate when you'd interrupted me, Nestor."

Nestor's eye widened, "A mate? A female one?"

The cobra nodded, "A female, prime breeding female, beautiful and the most appreciative and loving woman a man could ask for."

Farrah had grown impatient. She spoke as she entered the room, "Are you men talking about me now?" She hugged her chief then shot a sexy glare at Nestor.

Nestor looked over the luminescent green viper, "My... Chief has indeed picked a perfect bride."

Farrah hissed appreciatively as she took off Javin's robe then sat herself before him on the table.

Javin laughed at her impatience, "As you can see, she does not like interruptions so... If we are done, or unless you'd prefer to watch your chief copulate with his bride, I'd get to a safe distance away from here if I were you." He chuckled as his mate coaxed his cocks out with smooth gyrations of her hips.

Nestor got the message, "Yes, I am sorry, Javin. I'll give you both the privacy. I need to be at home anyway." Then he stepped out as the snakes started having sex again.

...

At Irving's house, he had allowed Gertrude and Walter to move into his home.

Alice wasn't very ecstatic, she didn't like much of Irving's family, and she was especially jealous of the same female who first deflowered her husband.

It led to Irving and Alice having a fight over it.

Irving wanted his sister again, "She needs somewhere to stay, Alice."

Alice wasn't budging, "And she can stay... Somewhere else! I don't like your family, Irving. I can barely tolerate Fritz but the rest of them are a bunch of bastards to me."

Gertrude sat in another room hearing them argue about her. She definitely didn't want to drive a wedge between them, she only wanted her brother.

Walter had snuck away with his new sister, Maureen.

The otteress was beginning to realize she had a thing for laying with her family members.

Peter was there too, naked under the covers when he saw her come in with the stoat following her.

Walter cocked an eyebrow at the nude ferret covering himself up. He looked at Maureen, "So we're all family here?"

The otteress giggled, "I know, isn't it exciting?"

Walter grinned, "And you like sleeping with your brothers?"

The otter laughed again, "I like sex in general, but with other weasels, it's a special feeling... Iomer's always been the only other weasel guy I knew and... I love the guy, but I also like to have some fun with other guys, even other girls."

She looked at a blushing Peter who sat still covering his crotch with a blanket, "This guy here's pretty fun, now I wanna try you, Walter."

The stoat had a subconscious feeling about being treated like a piece of meat by her, but his horny adolescent side overpowered his conscience.

It didn't take much more convincing before the stoat was naked on top of his new half-sister thrusting in her tight pussy while another male laid right next to them watching. Walter hadn't ever been naked with another male before.

Peter watched the stoat having sex with the otteress, watched his fuller hips pull back then buck hard against the squealing female. Peter was still not comfortable seeing another male naked, but he was basically trapped. If he wanted to get out, he would have to climb over Walter.

Walter made a show of licking Maureen's nipples for Peter to see, but he didn't know if he was trying to make him jealous or he wanted to the ferret to make a move.

Whatever the intended effect, Peter was becoming jealous. As soon Walter took his mouth from Maureen's right nipple, the ferret took his place and bit her making the otter squeak.

Maureen purred some once she had two males competing for her attention now. She petted both of the boys behind their ears making them murr as they each suckled.

At some point, Peter heard a hiss from his left ear. He looked up and Walter had pulled himself out then moved aside to let the ferret have a go.

Peter looked at Walter, looked briefly at the stoat's throbbing cock, then looked at Maureen who was blowing little kisses at him, "Go ahead... Show him how good you are, Petey!"

That pumped his ego so the ferret got in place and started screwing his half-sister while Walter sat behind them and stroked himself while he watched his new little brother having sex with their little sister.

...

Alice and Irving had gone to bed after their fight, but the sounds the boys were making in the other room with their daughter was keeping them awake.

The otteress had been fine with Peter, but Walter was from the side of the family she never liked. She was about to get up to tell them to stop when the curtain that served as their bedroom door was pulled aside.

She looked and felt her blood boil when she saw it was Gertrude. The otteress sat up, "What the hell are you doing here? You were going to stay in the den, that's why we set up that extra bedroll for you."

Irving heard his wife and woke up.

Gertrude gave a very disarming smile, "I'm sorry... But I never liked sleeping alone."

Alice got up before her husband could say something, "You just want to sleep with my husband, that's all you want!"

Gertrude was older but felt belittled by the jealous otter, "You're right... I was somehow hoping that when I saw my brother again it could be... I could be happy again."

Alice wasn't falling for her wounded act, "You took advantage of your brother when he was younger and that's why you're alone, do you understand me? You used him then just threw him aside to save your own skin."

Gertrude took her medicine, "I did... I did use him... I just want to make it up, anyway I can..."

Irving watched his wife berating his sister, finding it hard to ignore the way Alice's tail swayed at him.

Alice stood her ground against her sister-in-law, "If you really wanted that, you wouldn't be trying to sleep with him again. Now... I'm trying to be a good person, I'm trying to be nice but, I just don't trust you and I don't like your son being around my daughter either."

Gertrude listened to everything, "Walter's not a bad boy... He's a lot better than me really. If you wanna hate me, hate me, but he doesn't deserve it..."

Alice sighed, "You're right... but-mmph!?" her next rebuttal was silenced when Gertrude suddenly planted a kiss on her.

Irving looked from where he sat, watched his sister kissing his wife, watched her reach around and squeeze Alice's butt.

Alice pushed her off, "What the hell!?"

Gertrude blushed, "Sorry, you just have such a pretty face, I couldn't help myself." She pulled her nightgown tighter. "I'll just go back to bed... Good night." She walked away.

Alice watched her leave before she heard snickering behind her. She looked at her husband, "Oh... You liked that huh?"

Irving chuckled, "It was pretty hot... Did she give you tongue?"

Alice picked up a pillow then threw it in his face, "Shut up!" She jumped in bed then planted a deep kiss of her own on her husband.

...

Gertrude had returned to her bedroll when she heard the two of them begin to play in the other room. It only made her feel more alone to know she'd come all this way and she still could not have Irving.

She cried herself to sleep.

...

The next morning, the boys were all at training, including Walter who was allowed to join due to being of age.

Walter stood half naked in only his undergarment, wearing a defensive plate over his chest, belly and groin.

Coram cleared his throat, "Right! Boys, you will notice that there is now a new companion standing with you. Soldier, introduce yourself!"

The stoat saluted him, "Walter Fuchs, sir!"

The owl nodded, "Another Fuchs, and a handsome specimen of your famous family, but are you just a pretty face?" He accepted a staff from his eager young assistant then threw it briskly at Walter.

The stoat showed quick reflexes and caught the staff.

The other students voiced their exclamations.

Iomer and Justin elbowed each other then rolled their eyes. They both doubted a pampered noble like him could stand up in a real fight.

Coram saw the two of them snickering behind Walter's back, "Why don't we make this interesting? Walter... For your introduction, I will pit you against Iomer!"

The pine marten looked up the instant he heard his name spoken, then put on his game face. He was going to test this city boy himself. Iomer twirled his staff before he stood parallel from Walter.

The stoat looked at his opponent. They were a year apart in age, but the pine marten was taller, better built than him. Walter wasn't nervous, though. He mirrored Iomer, twirled his staff before taking up a defensive stance.

Coram checked both boys for good posture, then poked each with his cane for not standing properly. The owl stood aside, "This is a three-point fight. First with three hits on their opponent wins." He made sure he and the students were a safe distance from the young combatants, "Now, fight!"

Iomer and Walter both took up stances, sizing each other up. Iomer had to admit he was a little jealous when he smelled Maureen on this one. He knew they'd agreed to be open but he didn't realize how open she would be.

That distraction cost Iomer when Walter hit him with a light jab to his right shoulder. He winced then growled as he heard the captain shout, "Point 1, the Fuchs boy... Stay alert, Iomer!"

The pine marten swung his staff and Walter was quick to parry him, showing some bit of training.

The two young hobs matched swings well impressing much of the class.

Justin watched from the sidelines with Peter, who'd been allowed to stay this time as long as he stayed out of harm's way.

Iomer stumbled trying to get around Walter and the stoat was able to score a second hit on his chest plate.

"Point 2!"

Iomer growled now. He waited for Walter to make a move then craftily ducked under a swing and jabbed upward, hitting the stoat in his face.

Walter cursed under his breath and he held his left cheek.

"Point 1 to Iomer!"

Iomer had a smug smirk.

Walter had a bruise on his cheek. He took his stance.

Both boys charged, matching hit per hit, neither relenting this time. Both came to a point where their staffs were crossed, each was trying hard to push back the other, but Walter matched the more experienced student in determination.

Iomer suddenly had an idea for distracting his opponent. The pine marten leaned forward and he kissed Walter.

The stoat was caught by complete surprise and received a firm jab to his groin from Iomer.

"Point 2!"

Walter held himself thankful he'd had a pad to guard himself down there. He laughed, "Sneaky, you just wanted a chance to kiss me."

Iomer licked his lips as they still tingled from the kiss, "Guilty as charged." He swung against Walter.

The stoat was quick and got his staff around Iomer so he could catch the taller teen in an embrace then kiss him back.

The boys all hooted and hollered at their display.

Coram chuckled but tried to stay serious, "Boys! Control yourselves! I for one know very well the pleasures of sharing with your fellow soldiers." He winked to his falcon assistant. "But this is a battlefield, no time for kissing your enemy, they may not be so receptive!"

Walter heard him loud and clear then quickly broke the kiss and grappled Iomer to the ground where he struck the boy in his chest plate.

"Point 3! Walter wins!"

Iomer held his chest where he'd been hit.

Walter helped the pine marten to his feet then planted another smaller kiss on him before he whispered, "Thanks for the match, friend."

Iomer chuckled, "You too, Walter."

...

While Walter was bonding with the other guys, Lydia was with Maureen and Ruby and her brother Frey.

Lydia was showing Maureen and Ruby the perfumes that she had.

Maureen thought they smelled nice, both birds present snuffed something fierce at the sickly sweet fragrance.

Their parents smelled it and Orion thought that Frey had had himself an accident.

"Dad!" Frey had blushed then hid his face after the cardinal had dutifully embarrassed his child.

After that, Ruby showed Lydia the beads that her mother wore on special nights when she and Orion went out.

"It's all very pretty." Lydia cooed at the various turquoise, yellow and pink beads making up Caryn's necklaces and bangles.

...

Lydia's parents had been allowed to move in with Justin and Kali.

The blue jays were more than happy to open up their homes to the people who gave them their Maureen and in turn, her precious son, Iomer.

The blue jays were so generous, they even invited Fred and Clementine into their bed to share in a little extra-marital fun.

Fred woke up from a remarkable night of sexual exploration with the two kinkiest birds he'd ever met. He had both Kali and Justin, the male blue jay allowed him to use his slit like a pussy. Justin had Clementine on all fours while the ferretess lapped Fred's cream from Kali's womanhood.

Where Frederic woke, he was spooned up against Kali, her holding his arm around her waist as she periodically nuzzled him in her sleep. He also felt the wetness of Justin spooned into his own backside, while Clementine spooned Justin in turn, her paw around his waist.

Fred sniffed Kali's subtle female scent as she slept next to him. He started nibbling on her neck and the jay hen started trilling her enjoyment as the stoat angled himself so he could enter her.

Kali chirped softly when the stoat penetrated her then started mating with her.

Justin preened Fred's shoulder as the stoat started breeding his wife, then he himself penetrated the prince, making him moan from the birdy cock opening him up.

Clementine watched the threesome before she heard someone come in from outside. The ferretess went out, forgetting about her nudity as she came out to greet a village guard.

The guard saw her, "Missus Fuchs... Are Justin and Kali here?"

The ferret noticed he was looking at her naked body so she posed a bit for him, "They're in their bedroom with my husband... A bit busy right now." She winked.

The guard nodded then went right by her.

Justin was awake, actively screwing Fred while he did the same with Kali. The blue jay only slowed when he saw the guard watching them, "You need anything, pervert?" He said in his usual teasing manner.

The guard tried to control himself, "The chief wishes to meet with the Fuchses as soon as possible, the men more specifically."

Fred heard him, "Can't a man sew his oats in a pretty birdy before he gets dragged out of bed?"

Kali laughed and jabbed him, "You can get your nut later, Freddy honey... Javin wants you all to himself right now."

Fred groaned, "Fine... Royal duties and all that bullshit..." He pulled out of Kali, then climbed out of bed obscenely enough to embarrass the guard who'd interrupted his fun.

The stoat pulled on some pants, but they did nothing to cover up his tip sticking up over the brim. He threw on a tunic to cover himself up more. He patted the blushing guard on the shoulder, "Let's get going then."

...

Fritz was already there when Frederic made it to Javin's cottage. The older stoat drank tea before Chief Javin and former chief, Nestor.

Fred stopped when he'd seen the eagle sitting with the cobra, "Who is this now?"

Javin bowed his head to Frederic, "It is good you men could make it here at such short notice."

Fred scoffed, "Oh it's nothing... You only pulled me out of bed, but you haven't answered my question."

Javin smiled calmly, "This is Nestor Aquila... Our former chief."

The eagle bowed gracefully to the stoat, as gracefully as he could with a scarred back.

Fred winced when he saw the large bird's gruesome scars, including the missing eye on his right side.

Nestor was used to the reactions by now, "I was chief until I had committed some unforgivable crimes, especially in becoming chief... I was whipped and castrated for my transgressions." He pointed to his empty eye socket, "I did this to myself. But, all sadness aside... It is an honor and a privilege to finally sit before the great Fuchses... Frederic and Fritz... Oh Fritz..."

The stoat sipped his tea, "I see you're familiar with me, even though I've never met you before."

The eagle stood with his walking stick, then limped over to Fritz. The grotesque eagle looked at him, "We did share a friend at one point... A Captain Charles Velasquez..."

The stoat nodded, "Ah yes... My misguided old friend who pawned off Justin to me so you could keep your cushy seat here?"

Nestor visibly stung from that barb. "Yes..." He said seething, "Velasquez... Do you know it was our Justin who ended his life?"

Fritz sighed, "I knew he was killed, but I didn't know it was Justin..."

Nestor nodded, "The old fox had lost everything, so he asked Justin to end his life for him, so he did." The eagle sat down between the brothers and held Fritz, "To think... If you'd have done your job and kept Justin... Then I would still be chief."

Fred sat up ready to defend his older brother, but Fritz stopped him with a simple glance.

The stoat looked at the eagle, "I do sense some hostility... And you're right... I would have kept Justin, but the greedy, horny bastard in me just felt sorry for him. All he would speak of was his home here, his wife and his son living without him. It broke my heart to think I was keeping such a devoted father from his family... So I let him go."

Nestor nodded, "Then... Ironically it wasn't his rebellion which overthrew me, but my own guilty conscience."

Fritz chuckled, "It's a strange world, isn't it? Where two murderers and a cuckolding bastard can grow a conscience, then be rewarded with a better life." He referred to Fred and Nestor, then to himself. He drank the last of his tea, "If that's the case, then there may still be hope for big brother Heinrich." He spoke that with a darker tone than his earlier playfulness.

Nestor laughed, "Who says a villain has to die even after he's redeemed himself, hmm?"

Frederic shared their sentiment, "I know I deserve to die, but it doesn't mean I'm going to... Not when I've got a lovely wife, a beautiful daughter and a precocious son, all to come home to."

Javin snickered, "After the things I'd done in my youth, I'd have to agree."

A servant poured more tea for the four men as they bonded over their own misbegotten paths.

...

Alice was at home, her husband was away, her daughter was still out with her friends, as were the boys, Walter and Peter. Still, there was that one last nuisance, her sister-in-law, to keep the otteress company.

While the otter was chopping up assorted vegetables that she was going to cook for a meal, Gertrude was there trying to make herself useful. The stoat had hardly ever done chores herself since she'd had servants to do all of that for her, but she was willing to earn her keep around here.

Alice still didn't trust her, but she had to admit, the girl was at least trying.

When Alice needed potatoes skinned, Gertrude did it, at least until she'd accidentally cut her thumb. Alice bandaged the whimpering stoat then went right back to her task, laughing some at Gerti's childish pouting.

When Alice needed help drying clothes, Gerti was on it. No unfortunate injury here, the stoat showed remarkable diligence and a good eye for detail. Her green eyes lit up so much that she was getting Alice to trust her.

Alice had to shake her head at some of it, it was like she suddenly had a second daughter, one very grown-up daughter with nice boobs. Alice shook again, where did that thought come from?

When Gertrude was helping roll dough for making flatbreads, Alice found herself watching the stoat, how her breasts heaved beneath the simple tunic she'd worn.

Alice had to stop herself again. She swore she wasn't like that with other women. She might have experimented in the past, but she was devoted to her husband.

Gertrude knew the younger female was looking and she purposefully egged her on.

Alice took over for Gertrude so she could spread butter over the dough before putting it on a stone comal.

Then while the bread cooked over the hot stone, Alice asked the question she'd needed to ask all day, "So... Why did you kiss me last night?"

Gertrude sniffed the bread as it cooked, "I wanted to."

The otter looked at the stoat, "Yeah, I got that, but... You did it right in front of Irving."

The stoatess giggled, "And it gave you both a fun night, didn't it?"

Alice blushed, "Well yes, but that's not-"

Gertrude pounced on the younger female and plastered the otter's lips with her own.

...

Meanwhile, Walter had done the same to Iomer.

The two had become fast friends following their duel.

Right now, Walter had pinned Iomer now the stoat locked muzzles with his new friend.

Justin Jr and Peter were with them. Justin snickered at how the boys had started wrestling at first before that quickly delved into this display.

They had all gone to that same pond, the pond that was such a great make-out spot for the teens of this village.

Peter blushed and tried to look away as the two weasels ground their crotches together while they kiss.

Feroz hadn't come along this time. He had to help his father get back home. The eagle had drunk much more than just tea at Javin's cottage and so needed to be escorted. It was a task the young eagle took happily, especially now that his father had started to socialize again.

But the boys, as always, had peepers, three female, one male: Maureen, Lydia, Ruby and Frey.

Maureen shamelessly fingered herself while she watched the boys.

Lydia followed her lead, not caring about her new friends see her be naughty, not caring that there was a male bird right next to her.

Frey had let himself slide out of his sheath so he could play with his birdy cock.

Ruby was still grossed out.

...

Meanwhile, somewhere far up north from here, a dark figure looked up.

A door creaked open behind him, "Chief... One of our scouts has captured an intruder... It's one of the birds."

The figure turned revealing himself to be a big, white, arctic wolf. His yellow corneas glittered in the light which invaded his tent. The wolf spoke, "Bring the traitor here... I want to wear his skin."

The subordinate wolf bowed his head, "Actually, it's a female."

The arctic wolf cared not, "Bring her... Alive... I want to feel her life end at my hands."

The smaller male bowed back before uttering a small howl.

Their prisoner was led inside where she stumbled then fell before the chief. She was beaten, scarred and her paw on her right arm had long ago been severed leaving a stump. They ripped the cloak from her revealing the lone avian to be an eagle.

It was Vera.