Author's Note: Yeah, starting another story so soon after the first, it's crazy but it just might work. This is my other big story I'm hoping will catch on. This is a more fantasy-focused story, though still about as violent, so if you don't like that stuff, that's fine. There is also much more romance and sex in this than the other story, also birds, a lot of birds. Also, while the birds are portrayed as tribal, they are not intended to represent any real-life native tribes, this is just me wanting to make my own epic fantasy.
A New Family
Snap!
A twig broke underpaw as the woman stumbled through the cold winter woods. She was hungry, cold, and the precious cargo she carried in her belly was becoming restless. She fell at a stream. She drank desperately of the water, before she stopped to see herself reflected in the moonlight. She was a pine marten, a lovely caramel and honey brown-furred female of her species, but she was starving. Her clothes barely clung to her waning body. She needed to feed her baby, her unborn cub. Her ears barely registered the crunching snow behind her.
Before she could turn, a winter-worn paw grabbed the marten jill by the hem of her tunic and lifted her. The jill screamed in the face of a fierce wolverine male who had her by her baggy shirt.
The large mustelid looked upon this soft female and his intentions for her became clear, "I thought I smelt intruderz in mai territory. If you were another wolverine, I woulda ripped your guts out..." He sniffed her, "Now... I smell a fun time for Jeryl." He grinned evilly as he felt up the pregnant female. He felt the kicking kit in her belly, "Ah... Some other fella's got ta ya... No matter, I'll fix that soon."
And now with her child on the line, the jill fought futilely against the male, "Let me go!"
He angered quickly; he slammed her against a tree, "Don't piss me off, missy... Or I'll rip yer teeth out and stick my whole log down yer whore mouth."
The jill had a concussion already from him slamming her; she knew she couldn't survive this male's full fury, but she was given teeth for a reason. She bit hard on the hand that held her and tore a sizable chunk from the male's palm.
He cursed loudly while she broke off. "You! Yer fuckin' bitch! Bite me!?"
The jill ran from him, not caring where she wound up, as long as she got away. Alas, she slipped trying to cross the stream she had drunk from before.
The wolverine was on her in a flash. He backhanded the jill, made her nose bleed and her brain rattle. "I was gonna be nice an' let ya be my little slut... But if you're gonna be bitin', I'll just take a little somethin' from ya." He winced as he pulled his dagger from its sheath with his bitten paw. He pressed the blade to her belly, about to murder her unborn baby.
She sobbed, "No!"
Thwip!
The predator stopped suddenly when he felt something stab in his chest. "What?" He croaked before a couple more hits interrupted him.
Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!
The jill looked on in horror as a second, third, then fourth arrow soon protruded from his corpulent body.
Jeryl gripped the hard, wooden shafts that now stuck out of him, felt the barbed arrowheads tearing at his flesh, lacerating his insides. He looked up and saw a bird in the tree above him.
The tribal bird stared down the large predator before she let another arrow fly.
Thwip!
The wolverine croaked his last as that final shaft pierced his windpipe. He fell back onto the snow-covered forest floor.
The jill looked at the dying wolverine as he struggled to breathe.
The bird climbed down from her perch.
She was a blue jay, 5 feet tall and thin. She wore little clothing, despite the blistering cold surrounding her. A loincloth, moccasins, and armbands were all that she wore.
The marten jill watched from where she lay as the lithe avian female stood over the big carnivore.
The blue jay narrowed her eyes. She could still see the faintest breath leaving him. She took a small hunting knife from the belt she wore, then kneeling over the dying predator, she drove the blade into his heart.
There was a hitch in his breath, and then no more.
Now she was sure.
The blue jay stood and turned to see the female she'd just saved.
The jill shivered under the bird's gaze.
The jay turned back to the dead wolverine. She began to pick her arrows from his body. They were still good, she could use them again. When that was finished, she stood again and walked over to the jill.
The female had passed out by then, worn out from the chase and from the hunger.
...
The marten jill felt warmth when she woke up. Her dark brown eyes opened slowly as she picked herself up. Looking up, she saw she was inside some earthen hut built from mud and timber. She lay on the ground, a warm quilt guarding her backside.
Her nose twitched as she picked up the scent of others sleeping close by. She looked to her sides and on her right there was that blue jay female.
She lay peacefully, the subtlest of chirps emitting from her black beak. She was quite pretty, now that the jill had a closer look. Blue was her favorite color, and this bird was covered in it.
To her left, the jill saw another jay bird, but this one was slightly bigger, a male she figured, his chirps a tone deeper than his mate who lay parallel with the marten in between. She had not known any birds before or been close to one, but she found him handsome as well. His features, though softer than some mammals she knew, were still distinctly masculine.
The jill quickly noticed another glaring detail, both birds were naked. Neither wore a single article of clothing. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized this. Common decency told her she shouldn't keep looking, but she got closer. Looking below, she could see no sheath or any other obvious feature on the male. Instead, she saw a thin slit similar to what lay between her own legs. The male's slit did have a slight bulge, she didn't need to guess what was underneath.
The jill then realized she herself lay naked between this strange pair of birds. Instinctively, her paws went to cover her breasts, and her groin, her blush deepening under her dark fur. Where were her clothes? The jill gasped when a scaly bird hand touched her shoulder. She turned and the female was up, looking at her with the kind of smile that could melt glaciers. "Sleep." She spoke.
The jill was surprised to hear her language, "You speak..."
The blue jay shushed her, "Sleep."
The jill saw the blue and black bird's kind blue eyes staring back at her and knew she couldn't refuse, but there were so many questions; "Who are you? Where am I?"
The jay petted the marten, "You are safe. I am Kali."
The marten calmed as that warm bird hand brushed her coat. She said with a shy smile, "Kali... I'm Maureen."
Kali laid the young mother-to-be back with her gentle petting, "Maureen, sleep."
And Maureen did as she was told.
...
Maureen woke up next to the soft squawking of her saviors, very suggestive sounding squawks at that.
Wary, the jill opened her eyes. The bedrolls to her left and right were empty, but a mere two feet away, she saw her two hosts, the female crouched over her mate as he held her soft feathery rear to his groin.
Maureen blushed and closed her eyes as she realized what she had seen. Her first instinct was to turn away to give them some privacy, yet, she couldn't help herself listening to the pair.
They went a good five minutes before she heard the male's grunting finish. She no doubt knew what that sound meant, and it only made her blush more as she listened to their soft panting afterward.
"My love." She heard Kali whisper to her husband.
A few seconds later, Maureen heard soft shuffling on the ground before she felt someone's beak by her ear, "Sorry to wake you."
Maureen could swear she heard the smirk in that jay bird's whisper.
Sleep took the marten jill soon after.
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