*author's note: this chapter feels appropriate for me to first apologize to y'all for my long nine months absence. I'm 34 and still have a lot of esteem and self-worth issues that I deal with and when I first got on here, I was probably on the verge of a meltdown. What's got me to come back was a recent tragedy in my life, my adoptive mother passed on October 14th at the age of 78, and it's really made me decide I'm just going to come back, get back to writing, I realize I don't want to just leave this, because we never know when we won't get another chance, and to all of you who have families, still have both parents, love them while you can! This is Batboy!*
Things Change
The mood in the air was very solemn and very still.
The whole tribe stood among their burial grounds located northwest of their village.
Nestor stood by with his son cradled in his arms while the medicine bird performed funeral rites for Feroz.
Tilo prayed while his own father watched over his shoulder, making sure the young shaman did not slip up in his prayers, in his rituals, as the old sparrow had burned into his only son's mind tirelessly over the last 20-something years of his life.
Feroz's naked, prone body was brushed lightly with oil.
When the sparrow was finished, he gave a nod to Nestor.
The eagle inhaled, then plucked a primary feather from his right arm. The pain stung, but no worse than the emptiness in his heart right now. He knelt down to place the feather on his mate's body. He stood, then all other birds present gave up their feathers to grant their fallen brother a safe trip to meet their goddess, Rhia.
When all was done, a lit torch was passed to Nestor. The eagle held it, feeling the flames warming his face. He closed his eyes then set fire to his husband's body.
The oil made Feroz's body light up in a furious blaze.
The medicine bird watched as the vulture's body burned up before him, as the flames broke him down. He felt a scaly paw upon his right shoulder.
The former shaman nodded solemnly to Tilo, "It is done... You did a fine job, my son."
The tribe slowly dispersed while only Nestor and Tilo stayed to make sure the body burned completely.
...
As one bird was laid to rest, another woke up with a sore bottom, bad breath and sticky feathers.
Justin groaned as he awoke in a sea of naked male bodies. All of whom had slept on the same bed following their lively orgy the previous night. He turned and his blue eyes met instantly with Fritz's green eyes.
The stoat, it was apparent, had watched Justin as he slept. He nuzzled the tribal bird, "Good morning, my pet... Did you have fun last night?"
Justin nodded uncertainly which made Fritz smile, "That's good."
The stoat leaned forward and he gave the jay bird a loving kiss on the beak. And of course, Fritz didn't just stop at a kiss. He licked the few remaining remnants of his own cum he could taste upon the bird's face.
Justin laid there and let it happen.
Fritz eventually pushed Justin flat on his back, while being careful to not disturb the other bodies sharing the bed with them. The duke whispered "It really is quite nice to have a lover closer to my size, for once." before he mounted his pet bird and licked him some more, nibbling on Justin's neck while he ground his penis against the blue jay.
Justin just took it all, letting the stoat get away with practically everything, the bird liked the attention anyway. In a way, the stoat did remind him of Kali, certainly the way that he took charge in lovemaking.
The stoat purred especially when he ground himself against the plump slit. He giggled, "It does feel very much like a female's pussy. I want to fuck you like a female. May I?"
Memories flashed to Justin then, as he remembered the time he'd mated his best friend in his slit. Neither had ever considered sex with males in anyway before that.
Justin gulped, "I've never thought of that before but... You're the master, aren't you?"
Fritz held himself so his glans pushed partway into Justin's slit, "I am the master, but a kind master. I don't just take what I want, that's rude."
The bird put his wings around the stoat, "Make me your weasel bitch."
The stoat churred, "Oh, I will... I certainly will." With a firm, controlled thrust the stoat penetrated Justin just like a lovely jill. He was struck immediately by the familiar tightness of his slit, "Damn... Just like the best wench I've ever laid."
Justin bucked his hips up to meet Fritz in the middle. The blue jay had never been penetrated in this way before. He laughed, "You've had experience? And I thought you were a total fairy."
The stoat gave a cute smirk, "Not a total fairy... Bisexual, I've sampled the fairer sex more than a few in my time. I just prefer hobs over jills." He pulled out a little, then thrust hard inside his pet's supple pussy lips. His testicles thumped quite nicely against the male bird's taint.
The pair soon grew silent minus the lusty growls from the chubby stoat each time he hilted inside his new pet.
Justin took the stoat's firm thrusts, shivered under his gentle nips and persistent licking. The bird grew erect and could soon feel the stoat's penis slide against his own as his new master so thoroughly claimed him.
Fritz felt it and began to rock his hips so that their cocks continued to touch within the confines of Justin's slit.
Neither noticed that their bed mates were waking up now.
Velasquez and Jarlsberg each reached out and started petting the males between them.
Fritz growled playfully and showed his teeth as he felt Jarlsberg's fingers on his rump.
Justin trilled to feel the captain's fingers dragging through his chest while he could feel the stoat getting close to a climax.
Fritz leaned forward and kissed his new pet on the tip of his beak, provoking the ex-warrior to extend his tongue. Their tongues danced as the stoat could feel his balls growing tighter.
The two hyenas had slept at the foot of the bed, despite their great size and Gilbert had been the one to awaken to the erotic sight of his employer thrusting inside that very feminine looking blue jay. Gil knew that was a male, but he would love to plunge his cock in that bird pussy nonetheless. And maybe feel that stoat under his own tail... The hyena saw that his companion was asleep and saw the playful smirks from the other two males. He gulped before doing something he never thought he would.
And that thing was the catalyst to push Fritz overboard. The instant he felt that wet hyena tongue lashing at his balls, the stoat plunged deep and went stiff as a board as he shot his progeny inside Justin's sheath.
Now that was certainly a new feeling for Justin, he'd never had his slit flooded with another male's semen, never imagined it would feel so refreshingly warm. Now he knew what Orion must have felt when they'd done the same. Justin trilled from the warmth filling him; he hadn't cum yet, but feeling his own cock swimming in the duke's seed was bringing him there.
Gil held the stoat's balls carefully in jaws that were made to crush bones, gently lashing them as they pulsed lewdly against his tongue.