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Happy eggs, they emitted a pheromone I was all but addicted to. And lucky me, under my ebony feathers rested 3 ever so happy examples of such, from three very pretty females, with the promise of more soon to come. I must have dozed off, as I was awoken by my roomate/employer's entry.

“Hello Damien!" The pretty waxwing said.

“Hey, welcome home, Lana!" I said cheerfully seeing her gravid form. Her boss had successfully knocked her up again, so I had a reason to be cheerful. Lana gave me a sweet peck on the cheek before doing her own affairs. I got a look at her ass as she turned around, and knew it'd be a while yet before she layed.

“You good for Mexican tonight?" Lana asked in a way that said she wanted Mexican, and if I had good taste, I should too.

“Sounds fine, just no sour cream, please for mine." I answered back. All expenses paid for this job didn't mean that I got to be picky, and truth be told, I did like Mexican, even the fried locusts were yummy, and my species didn't lean into being insectivores.

My phone buzzed. I kept it on vibrate only as a rule. Looking down, it was my sister. “Hey sis!" I greeted her“Don't hey sis me! Guessing you were asleep all afternoon?" She grilled me.

“Got it in one, Ma sent me the vid of you and Roger getting it on. You do know he's gay, right!?"

Sis chuckled “That's part of the challenge, for both of us. He wants kids, I want kids, but neither of us are attracted to each other's sex."

I snickered, “He did look cute being tied up and blindfolded I admit." I answered as Lana came into the room.

She looked puzzled, having gotten part of the conversation, I'd guess. “My sister, and her fuckbuddy who knocked her up today after laying this morning, Lana." I answered her worried look, putting the phone on speaker.

“Nice to meet you, Lana!" sis having guessed the situation, greeted her prey, which was what she was, having 2 Cuckoo eggs in her nest already.

Lana heard the warm voice on the other end of the phone. “Damien did say you were supposed to come over this morning and leave us a present. I watched the vid while at work, though Damien has been stubbornly sitting on the result, so we haven't seen your gift yet."

Sis Chuckled “If you are expecting, he'll move for that. Just don't look too long. Little Bro has the right idea, our kids need to stay warm. Hey, mind if I crash there tonight? I'd like to."

I gave Lana a nod, encouraging her.

“Sure, a happy nest is a full nest, we can order an extra meal." Lana answered, and I gave her head a nuzzle in thanks before reaching down and re-arranging the trio of eggs, before re-settling upon them.

I could hear the smile on sis's face. “Great, be over in 10." She said, before hanging up.

Lana leaned into the nest, sliding her gravid ass over my left wing, gently sitting down for some quiet time. Careful of the eggs, I made room for her beside me, eventually letting her on the eggs, leaving me on the side. I took a step back, and took a pic of Lana happily brooding. For me, it was the first time in 6 hours to stand up. Felt good to stretch, legs, wing, tail, etc. From the look of Miss Lana, she didn't mind. I was fairly fit, and I didn't mind her knowing it.

Sis was good to her word, arriving with snacks for laying females. Sis had promised me three eggs this clutch, and it looked like she was serious about delivering. Her belly was barely showing from her current one, which would be layed tomorrow morning. So yeah, she'd have the munchies for most of the night.

“Bro said this was your first clutch, so I brought the good stuff." She said, showing off the bags of oyster shell/seafood flavored chips, as well as some fruit infused ones as Sis had done her homework for Waxwing's tastes.

Lana looked curiously at the chips, the label guaranteeing thicker shells for professional hens. I chuckled “Sis and I had an actual hen as a college roommate, a real chicken."

Sis smiled “Louise, she really made laying into an art. I named my firstborn after her." Sis said, and I nodded.

Lana, looking up at us both could see how close we really were. Like twins, only truly whole when we were in the presence of the other. Though we were interrupted by the arrival of My and Lana's dinner.

Sis unpacked the Mexican, and tsk, tsk'd seeing how little there was, immediately getting on her phone, and walking into the other room to order what I knew was going to be almost a buffet. We were wealthy enough to do so, and had more than a few friends who were more than willing to be a private chef for sis. “Sorry Lana, don't mean to take control of your home, but sis knows how to make eggs, and this isn't enough for you while in the middle of a clutch." I said, full of concern.

She looked up at me rebelliously “I don't want to look like.."

Lana started before I finished with her “A fat hen..right?" Lana looked up at me, her insecurity showing. “Lana, look at sis, how many kids do you think she has?" I gave her a challenge, as Sis had a nice bod. A figure that belied the number of eggs she had layed. “43, Lana. Sis has 43 kids, including one in your nest. You are allowed to eat, and eat well for the next week like the queen you are." I said, caressing her head with mine as she inhaled a burrito whole. I climbed into the nest alongside her, never losing contact with her, careful to not put a lot of weight on her, as I was a Raven, and larger than she.

Sis re-entered the room, happy to see the Mexican rapidly disappearing. “Roger's on the way, once things wrap up at the restaurant. Roger was the Cuckoo who sired Sis's eggs this clutch and a recent love of hers. We first met in college, while he was working as an apprentice chef. Dude seemed as gay as they came, but sis wasn't a normal female. Sis loves women, and Roger and she were as close to being trans as it was possible to be without posting it on a billboard somewhere.

Lana scarfed down “my" dinner (two corn tacos, heavy on beans) while sis broke out the chips. “You are going to love these" Sis said, letting Lana test the passionfruit ones. She didn't stop until half the bag was gone, with the both of us onlookers breaking into laughter at her gusto.

When the feeding frenzy had subsided, Lana's first contraction had hit as a reminder of why she was eating so. She had stopped eating as she rode through the contraction, getting that glassy eyed look I'd seen last night until it passed. Sis was rocking back and forth on her ass, totally not jilling herself off as the smaller female was in labor. /s

“Told ya this morning, the second egg will be better than the first. You know what to expect now, so let your body do what it wants, and enjoy it. We aren't mammals, this is what you are meant to be, a beautiful, happy mother." I said with warmth, the moment only slightly spoiled as Lana tore into the chips some more spraying crumbs into the nest.

Lana's crop looked like she'd eaten a rodent by the time the bag was gone. Sis had eaten one herself, and part of another, which she and Lana were sharing, Sis having gotten on the other side of Lana, the both of us sitting on the broad lip of the nest, sharing warmth with the soon to be laying female. I ate a chip or two myself, not eating anything since breakfast this morning.

Lana's contractions were picking up, and sis was happily giving (lewd) tips on how to lay.

“Raise your tail up and down like this."

“Feel it? Now rub your belly on the eggs below. Yes like that! They aren't THAT fragile."

Sis knew more about making laying pleasurable than most chickens, having been roommates with one, and coached by a pro layer, one who laid eggs for food. Sis's Ma was a natural, but Cuckoos tended to be the avian equivalent to a one pump chump, when it came to enjoying egglaying.

With the proper coaching, Miss Lana was a full inductee into the pleasures of being a hen, and between sis and I, she was practically glowing with pleasure and love as she laid whilst in the middle of orgasm. Sis and I touched beaks over Lana's back as Lana cackled in pleasure.

Lana came down off her orgasm as the egg hardened behind her, moaning in pleasure, mumbling things like “I want to do that again" and “Oh God" over and over. Lana was so damm cute! Sis had that look though, that she thought Lana was a bit more than cute. Oh dear, the next couple of months just might get to be more fun that Poor Lana might be ready for.

“Wanna do that again, huh?" Sis said to a rapidly nodding Lana “Good, next time, we'll use the blindfold" Sis said, letting her inner domme leak out. Lana only quivered in pleasure as a response.

Lana stood up, rearranging the eggs under her to face into her brooding feathers before re-settling, clearly spent. I gave her an encouraging nuzzle, 4 eggs under her was yet on the small end of what an average clutch was, and I could tell, she wanted more. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. I whispered “Just wait till your chicks start moving in their shells." And I swear a tear of happiness ran down her feathers. Yep, we had a winner for a big clutch in the making.

I also saw Sis's and Ma's egg, if briefly. Ma's being one of her erotic poses, clearly inspired by the pics I'd sent of Lana and her stud going at it with a background of fruit trees, which was the symbol of fertility for Waxwings. Very tasty. Cuckoos were shit for sitting a nest, but absolute masters when it came to making eggshells, a trait passed down from their ancestors who mimic the eggs of other birds.

I was hardly impartial, but Sis's art sold for millions, while Ma's usually for tens of thousands. Sure, Ma wasn't poor, but sis was in a league of her own.

“Um, miss Black?" Lana cooed softly.

“Call me Lucy, and is there something I can do for you?" Sis answered.

Lana looked bashful “You mind if I feel your belly, you are expecting, right?"

Sis for an answer scooted around the round nest, raising a wing to allow Lana to inspect her ripening belly, trying to sit on her side, but sliding into the nest, with her pregnant belly resting on Lana's chest. Lana sighed happily, resting her head on Sis's belly, Sis and I exchanged looks, and I shrugged just as the doorbell rang.

I let in the Happy Chef himself, Gay in both usages of the word, Roger. He and his Saucier Chef Sherry, a female barn owl arrived with packages of food. Sherry only stayed long enough to drop off the packages and wish us a good night before winging away. Roger on the other hand dumped his packages at my feet, and attended his mistress.

“Mistress, mistress, are you all right?" Roger simped ever so hard, seeing sis on her side, and failing to see Lana's head snuggled into her belly immediately as she was all but curled around the smaller female, and totally relaxed,

Sis, looking miffed looked over her shoulder, not moving an inch, staring at her impregnator. “I'm busy being appreciated by someone cuter than you, Roger. Now feed me, so your chick is better than its sire." Sis said in a frosty tone, but winking at Lana, who had raised her head, before nuzzling back into sis's pregnant belly.

As Roger made himself at home in Lana's kitchen, I brought the stuff he had left at my talons. Smelled good, actually. Curry if I wasn't mistaken. Roger's curry was worth fighting over on a normal day, and here I was having to share with two hens a laying.

“Hey, Chef, guess I'm the server?" I asked the male Cuckoo, who sniffed at me, passing me a bowl for his mate.

“Of course" He said, a bit more brusk than usual, but I had seen the video, sis was pretty rough on Roger last round.

I brought in the goods, two bowls of curry, sitting on a table suspended from a cord laid over my neck. This was one of those times when it was nice to be a bird, as sis ate her portion while at a 70 degree angle, with Lana giggling as she was listening to sis's innards turning food and passion into a child.

Lana was determined to keep her current position, when I brought over her bowl. “No thanks, I'm full from the chips." She said, and I could feel Roger's hawk-like glare descending upon my back.

“How about this, I'll feed you. Won't get a drop on Sis, promise." I said, in desperation.

“Mmm, OK." She said, and I fed her like a chick, like I'd do to her chicks soon. Apparently she wasn't empty after all, as she ate the whole thing. Sis on the other hand, had another two bowls, being hard at work making an egg, and not having ate already to boot. Still, it was nice to see Lana tucking in, she would need the nutrition tomorrow.

As I brought in the bowls from the second serving, Roger was putting something into the oven. I tried to guess what it was. “A cobbler?"

“Close, Pineapple upside down cake." Roger said, pushing a bowl of curry over to me. We ate in near silence, minus for the ticking of the timer counting down. A glance and Sis either was asleep, or enjoying the quiet time.

“Hey, you don't mind, right?" Roger said, finishing his bowl.

“Mind what?" I said.

“You know, being my prey and all. I've always been reluctant to have kids, knowing what it means." He said, looking a bit unsure about everything. And it was true, Cuckoos had the largest percentage of LGBTQ+ of any species, mostly because of the burden of having to force eggs on others. Sis was in the minority in regards to being sought out after all.

I took a step forward, and gave Roger a hug, wings out. “It's Ok." I said to him softly over and over as soft tears fell on my shoulder.

Roger sniffed “You don't know what it means to me. Thank you so much."

I smiled, taking a step back. “You do know I'm getting paid, and handsomely for this, right?"

Roger blinked, then said “There's no money in the world, that can repay knowing my kids will be loved."

Goddammit Roger. Now I needed a hug. Which I got. We spent most of half an hour talking about what it meant to have family, and how blessed we both were before the timer went off.

“You know, we heard you two." Lana said, before dipping her beak into a cup, and then tossing it back.

“Every word." Sis said, before doing the same, from the same cup. In the old days, drinking from the same cup was a sign of friendship. Sis likely meant it that way too, claiming Lana as her friend.

I shifted from talon to talon, a bit embarrassed. “I'm not going to take it back, your kids are my kids, both of you." I said, giving each female a kiss on the cheek, and then one on Sis's growing belly which caused the two to giggle.

“I'm not sorry either, so can I kiss your belly too mistress?" Roger said, with a happy smile sticking his head out from the kitchen.

“You may, this once." Sis said, imperially. Roger didn't waste time, and climbed onto the nest next to Lana, and soon there were two involved in worshiping the growing dome of fertility that was my sister's belly. I felt left out, really.

“You are amazing, sis. I'm just glad to be the president of your fan club." I said, giving her a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Hey, Damien what we are doing now, I want this tomorrow. You game for some belly love?" Lana asked.

I looked over at the blissful female, incubating her first clutch, while caressing the female who was going to expand it. I gave her a kiss on the cheek."Of course, though I'll be tough giving you both the love you deserve." I gave Roger one too, while I was at it. “Thanks for being good to sis."

The female in question nipped my chest feathers “Don't go spoiling my sub, brother." she said in an offended tone, which caused us to laugh.

I brought the glasses back into the kitchen, and found the cake had gone into the fridge for tomorrow's breakfast. I took a second bowl of curry, and brought it into the nesting room where Roger was removing couch cushions, building onto the nest. “Oh, we are doing that?" I asked.

Sis grinned “Hell yeah, we are doing that."

Lana looked confused, and sis just sighed happily as the pillow nest took shape, adding about a third more onto the nest's size by the time me and Roger were done and the new floor being equal to the height of the nest's lip. We pushed Sis back up onto her two legs, as she scoped out and made adjustments to her new nest, of which she sat down in, snuggling in.

Of course, her ass was over Lana's head, leaving Lana room to burrow her head into the space under sis's cloaca like she was sis's chick. I just grinned at Roger, and we both took flanking positions, a trio of sis's belly lovers. Lana incubated her clutch the whole night that night. I didn't blame her a bit.

By morning, sis's belly bulge had shifted to the point of laying at any time. Lana awoke under Sis's ass, so was a bit lost for a second, before sis stood up, allowing her to see.

“Oh! Sorry Lucy. You need me off the nest?" She asked, ready to make way.

“What, you don't want me to lay, just like this?" Sis said, sitting down gently upon Lana's head. Lana was still, before I heard a muffled “OK" from under sis's ass.

Roger was waking up just then, witnessing sis grinding her egg laden ass on Lana's neck and back. “I died and went to heaven" He mumbled as sis started to lay. I was on Lana's opposite side, and enjoying the show too as Sis's donut grew and contracted as she laid in time with her contractions.

Roger ran his head alongside Sis's belly, feeling the egg move within her. Lana, on the other hand held rock still, minus for moving her hips a bit over her clutch as the egg started to crown, causing sis to come, hard. “C'Mon Ba-by! YeSS!!" She exclaimed with a cry as the egg fell onto Lana's back with a wet plop, before rolling to the side, right under my wing shoulder. Roger and I gave it a look, curious about the artwork. What I saw was akin to one of the old star maps, with constellations drawn in detail. Sis had replicated Lana's unique pattern of spots from her own eggs, and connected them into patterns with a ghostly underlay of what each “constellation" represented. The chief among these was Lana herself, a ghostly pink portrait laid against an almost black background. I was there, of course, near the crown of the egg, like a guardian angel outlined in white. And Roger and even Lana's mate Carmen Hammerson was there, but not as prominently as Lana's face in relief.

Lana nestled the egg under her, but not before comparing it to one of her own. It was uncanny, and we'd never see one of Lana's eggs without the overlay of Sis's art coming to mind. Not now, not in a decade.

“How, how do you do it?" Lana said, spellbound.

“Love" Sis said, smugly.

Lana grinned “I can believe that, but that's why, not how." She said, giving Sis a tender kiss as Roger, yet wordless stood up and headed to the kitchen. I of course followed, needing to use the john. Upon returning, the Cake was cut into pieces, and on small plates. Roger was on autopilot, but couldn't look me in the eye.

“You Ok there Chef?" I asked as the older bird trembled visibly.

“I saw my child being laid, Damien. I'm a Cuckoo, that's not supposed to happen, I was always told it'd never happen." Roger said, hugging me, sobbing deeply, so was the depth of his emotion. I made cooing noises while he went over and over about the beauty of his children's eggs. Damm, being a Cuckoo was tough. It's rare for a bird to have a crying face, but Roger pulled it off, not knowing how deeply it touched his mate in the other room.

I was surprised when Lana came in, tackling Roger in a flying hug. I in a near panic looked into the nest, where sis was happily sitting her clutch, if just for a few minutes.

“You will always be welcome in my home" I heard Lana offer as I put a plate on the tray and headed to sis.

Hearing the happiness behind me, I grinned as sis took a mouthful of cake. “I don't know, we just might have to keep them." I said, giving her a wink, and almost causing her to choke. She stood up, allowing me to resume incubating. I rearranged the eggs until I felt all of them exuding happy pheromones as my brood feathers warmed them.

“You wouldn't mind me having a permanent mate? I was holding off for you to find a female Raven, you know." She said, giving me a crumb shower along with a kiss on the cheek.

“Pish, as long as Lana's boss is banging her at work, I think we're golden. Hell, we could find her a Gigolo whose an actual catch if it came to making her happy." I said, imagining a hunky waxwing giving our Lana the business.

“I don't mind, if you don't mind. How about it, Roger, want to be my burning love forever?" Sis said, loud enough to be heard.

“Only if I get to be top once in awhile." the voice in the kitchen answered.

“Never mind." Sis said, deadpan, causing mayhem as the male dropped something. Causing us to laugh.

“Ok, once per clutch, that's my final offer, take me to bed, or lose me forever." Sis said, causing Roger to drop what he apparently was trying to pick up.

We were dying when Roger came out, covered in flour and led his breedee to the bedroom, as is. Lana came out not long afterwards, still laughing. Sometimes it took a minute or two to stop laughing. This was one of those.

Lana picked up her phone, and texted a number [Ready to golf] and sent it off. She gave me a weak smile “Time to get knocked up"

I grinned trying to give some positive energy “Hell yeah! You have no idea how jealous I am of you for being able to lay."

Lana looked at me, a bit judgmentally. “You know, I just might. Especially after your sister's show this morning." She said, sticking her tongue out at me as she made her way to start cleaning up the kitchen, both of us ignoring the amorous noises coming from the bedroom.

Lana continued “Last night though, I felt Lucy's egg move as she made it. Like goddam, who volunteers to let a woman they just met do that?" Lana said, accompanied by various cleaning noises.

I answered “Who invites a stranger to incubate their boss's kids?" I said, shrugging my wings, in the midst of said incubation.

Lana stuck her head out “What kind of damm fool Raven didn't pick you, huh? Are they all stupid? I thought they were all supposed to be doctors and scientists. Fucking stupid, all of them!"

From the bedroom echoed “Hear, hear!" causing me some pride. The moment was somewhat ruined by the arrival of Lana's boss, Carmen Hammerson buzzing in for entry.

Lana met him at the door, and he pushed past her, asking to see the eggs. My ass didn't want to move a muscle as I looked at Lana, who paused, before nodding. The old goat had his camera out, and oohed and awed at Sis's artwork, though he focused on Sis's first egg, and oddly Ma's sole contribution. I gave him a half minute before settling back on the eggs.

“Amazing, wonderful, outstanding! Come here, Lana. He pointed down, and Lana obliged, as he mounted her in front of the nest, pics of his prize eggs in front of him as he bred his hen roughly, spitting feathers twice, pulled from her neck. In between breedings, he paced around, looking at his phone, likely having shared the pics, or looking at stocks or whatever. I could barely manage to look at the man. After the third time, he left, not saying a word as Lana climbed into the nest beside me.

“I'd like to put you as their father on the birth certificate." She finally said into my ear, almost a whisper. “Would you mind? They deserve someone who loves them."

I just held her close to me, using my own neck to staunch the bleeding from the rough sex having pulled out her feathers. The noise in the bedroom had stopped entirely, minus for soft cursing by both of them, followed by some very rough sex indeed. An hour later, Roger emerged, hopping due to his legs being tied together, and being chased by sis holding a double ended dildo as he worked to free himself from the ropes while hopping. The scene was better for both he and sis now partly being covered in flour. .

Lana, who hadn't smiled at all since her insemination, did so, it was too absurd not to. Sis seeing that, gave her a kiss “That's better. You look a lot better, when you are happy, you know that? Plus, so much belly time today, trust me!" Sis said, just as Roger escaped out the door, waving to us as he snuck by on the way to work, giving us a wink.

“You did get what you wanted from him, right? I asked sis as the door closed. For an answer, she turned around, showing me her creampied ass. I daring, gave it a lick, causing her to jump, and then turn around to the sight of me licking my beak.

“What, not going to let me finish? How about you, Miss Lana?" I inquired, and daring, she stood, offering me her donut, oozing seed. Sis took a pic.

“Fucking Epic" Sis said as she took pics of me eating out the lusty female, allowing her to get off finally.

Sis chuckled as I massaged Lana's egg factory. “Ravens are fucking stupid, right?"

Lana, whose legs were quivering like jelly could only agree “Minus Damien, of course"

When I finished with Lana, sis wanted another round, which led to a kind of 3 way. I wasn't objecting, minus for upsetting the eggs, or warning it'd be messy. Lana didn't seem to mind though.