Warning: There is a rape scene in this chapter, and a scene of self-harm, so if these things disturb you, readers, I suggest you proceed with some caution.

His True Self

“Well… I believe I could help you. Yes indeed.” The stoat smiled.

Justin perked up in an instant, “Really? You’d help me just like that?”

Duke Fritz enjoyed his enthusiasm, “Ja und nein… I have always been on the side of the natives; why should your people give up land? Why should you have to cover yourselves? You’ve nothing obvious that needs hiding, not like we mammals.” He chuckled softly, “On the other hand, I can’t just do this without compensation.” Fritz twirled his mustache as he spoke, “As you can see, I am a very well-to-do fellow, and I have gotten to this position because my big brother is His Royal Highness, our king, Heinrich Fuchs. I was born into wealth, but you birds, you’ve accumulated such the reputation for yourselves.”

Justin’s plumage deflated as he heard the stoat go on.

“Yes, Volaria, the bird village that has opened itself to the world as a trading post and brothel. I’ve thought of visiting myself, especially now that I see the handsome men that village is producing.” He tittered playfully as he felt the bird’s muscles through his tunic.

Justin was already beginning to feel uncomfortable around the stoat. He spoke, “What was that word you said? Volaria?”

Fritz smiled, “Volaria, that is the name we have for your village. It’s a nice play on words, I believe. A volary is really just a fancy word for birdcage. I think it’s cute.” He cleared his throat, “But, I still need compensation before I can help. You can consider it a guarantee. If I am unable to perform my duty, I will cut you off, clean and we will not speak again.”

Justin listened, “You mean money? I don’t have anything like that. That’s why I was banished is because I dared to speak out against this travesty that my people are doing to themselves. Laying with strangers for coin, it just seems wrong. Can you imagine coming home from a long journey only to find that your wife has been sleeping with other males? For gold and jewels! I have no right to be angry, because I slept with my friend, Orion while we were away, but to come home and hear about this… awful thing. And to know that someday, my own son will be subject to this same travesty.”

Fritz nodded while he listened to the bird speak. He took his turn, “I wish my father cared that much for me… Especially after I had the courage to tell him that I did not like females the way he wanted me to.” He brushed away a tear before it could mess up his makeup, before he took the bird’s scaly hand into his own, “If you will do me a kindness of accompanying me to my room where I will be staying for the night… I would love to carry on this fine conversation with you.”

The stoat made a subtle gesture to his bodyguards then the three of them went past the blue jay leaving him to his thoughts.

Captain Velasquez eventually got his attention, “Come now… Our steaks have just gotten here, let’s sit down, eat and then later you, I and Jarlsberg here will pay a nice visit to Fritz Fuchs.”

Justin sat down as the fox directed him to and he did very much enjoy the steak once he started eating it, but his mind was still on that very strange stoat he’d just met.

…

That night in Volaria, the bird village…

Nestor stood before a large congregation of birds and now reptiles, “My people! Today is a momentous occasion. Today, our reptilian brothers have made the brave and selfless decision to blend with our society. Tonight, we celebrate our new brothers the best way we know how!”

Some tribal members came forth with large platters of food, large jugs of berry cordial, everything appropriate for a fun night.

Everyone avian and reptile alike let their tongues hang out in anticipation for the meal.

Nestor grinned at all their reactions, knowing that he’d done his part in lacing the drinks with an aphrodisiac given to him by the medicine bird.

Only Feroz, who stood at his side with Trantor, was complicit in the eagle’s kinky gift for the masses. He shook his head in playful disbelief at his mate’s brazen attitude.

Nestor spread his wings wide and flexed his large muscles, “Now, please! Feast, all of you! Enjoy yourselves! You’ve all earned it!”

And so everyone started picking food from the platters and pouring the fermented berry juice for themselves.

Javin sat with Kali, Maureen, their friends, Orion and Caryn and his own rattlesnake companion.

The two serpents both raised their drinks as Javin said, “Here is to everlasting friendship between our clans! May we all continue to grow and prosper.

Kali joined in the toast, “To friendship!”

Maureen followed, then Orion and Caryn.

The kids were all being tended to by the medicine bird, Tilo and his crow girlfriend, Maven, both sacrificing their partaking of this great meal in favor of keeping the children safe.

The crow, though she zonguldak escort wasn’t a native like these birds, quickly found herself welcomed into their fold, and she had been enjoying her time with the sparrow.

Tilo had taught her the basics of his medical work so she could help him in his craft.

The two had been near inseparable since they started living together.

Everyone took a drink of the laced cordial except for Caryn.

Kali noticed, “You’re not drinking with us, Caryn?”

The cardinal hen blushed, “No… I won’t be drinking for awhile in fact, at least for the next few months.” She put her hands upon her belly as she said that.

Kali nearly coughed hers up, “Caryn? You’re already having another egg?”

She smiled as Orion put a proud wing around her shoulders, “Orion’s been keeping himself extra busy at home, Kali.” She tittered before pecking her mate.

Javin laughed, “Well, this is cause for celebration!” He poured more cordial for Orion, “Drink up, my good man!”

Orion happily accepted it, “I will drink up, then I’m going to fall asleep with my wife and my daughter and we will all dream about our new future offspring.”

And they all drank, except for Caryn, Maven and Tilo, and the aphrodisiac started to show quick results.

Caryn blushed when she saw Orion grow erect out in public, especially when the man she married had always been more prudish about such things. But there it was, his 7-inch tapered penis pushing out of his slit, making an obscene wet spot in his loincloth.

Maureen and Kali were starting to loosen their shawls as the drug took hold of them too. Maureen’s breasts came out into public view and an aroused Orion couldn’t stop himself.

Caryn frowned, “Orion!”

The pine marten jill, somewhere in her mind knew this was wrong. This was her friend’s husband, and definitely one that was off limits. But his hands did feel nice playing with her breasts, squeezing milk from her nipples.

The cardinal started lapping her lactating milk and Maureen thought she saw Justin in his place. There was the bird she fell in love with, who she happily shared with Kali. Maureen held his face, when suddenly the blue jay turned back into a cardinal. “Orion?”

He regained his senses at about the same moment, “M-Maureen?” Ten seconds later, he felt the harsh slap from his mate.

Caryn got up, “How dare you!? Orion, how fucking dare you!?” She clinched her hands in fury.

Orion was in complete dismay, “Caryn, wait!”

But she was already gone, she went to pick up her daughter. She held Ruby in her arms and refused to look at Orion when he ran up to her.

Orion tried to touch her and she slapped him again, “Fuck you! Why don’t you go to bed with your weasel whore?!”

Ruby started to cry in her arms.

Orion’s eyes filled with tears, “But Caryn… I don’t know what happened… It was like I couldn’t control…”

It was then that Tilo intervened as all the kids were starting to get scared by their fighting, “Before you both start planning any divorce procedures, I think you should look behind yourselves.”

They did turn and both stood aghast at everyone having discarded the little clothing they had and devolved into masses of squirming, lusting beasts.

Maureen was the only one unaffected, but she was trapped beneath the rattlesnake as the serpent forced himself on her. The pine marten fought but he was much larger than her.

Javin was preoccupied with Kali, the blue jay willingly riding his hemis.

The sparrow spoke, “Nestor laced the drinks with some of my aphrodisiacs… He had told me it was due to impotence in bed with his mate… But that fool has drugged our whole tribe and look!”

The rattlesnake raping Maureen climaxed and only then did he regain his control. He looked at her and showed only horror and shame as the pine marten wept while semen leaked out of her. He couldn’t bare to touch her now as the female crawled from him.

Feroz saw her pain from where he stood with Nestor. The vulture could say nothing, but his face showed the sheer disappointment he felt in his chief at this moment. He turned to that eagle and Nestor only shrugged indifferently as he watched the drug-induced orgy from his throne.

There was one, only one that Feroz had said specifically that Nestor had better not hurt, and he’d not only broken that, but subjected their whole tribe, their people to his sick game. Feroz went into the hut with Trantor, not wanting to spend another minute looking at his mate.

The eagle only sighed as he watched his subjects breed new future workers for his tribe.

…

Justin walked upstairs towards the rooms available for rent in the inn. He was accompanied by all the other rangers, plus the captain and innkeeper.

His new friend, Ben, had the ferret waitress with him. They were kissing lewdly as they took the first room on their left. Ben only gave the blue jay a playful wave before taking Nadine in and then closing the görele escort door.

The other rangers went to separate rooms while Velasquez and Jarlsberg both led Justin down the hall to the last room, the only one that had bright purple silk lining the door.

Captain Velasquez explained, “We both know the kind of personality that our friend Fritz has, Justin, so we will join you so the little fairy doesn’t scare you off.” He chuckled before he started to unbuckle his pants.

Justin was about to ask when he saw Jarlsberg do the same. The goat explained, “Fritz doesn’t like anyone, especially his male acquaintances, coming into his sleeping quarters wearing any dusty or muddy clothes from the outside. It’s just what he does. It also makes it easier for him to decide whether you’re a top or bottom for him.”

Justin nodded as he saw the goat’s 10-inch uncut humanoid cock dangling over large ovular testicles. The jay turned and he saw Velasquez’s thick sheath, glistening pink tip showing just a bit from the opening. The blue jay then had to question why he, a native who was practically naked on a daily basis, would be subconscious about this sort of thing. The bird happily pulled off his tunic, and slid down his pants to show off his smooth, almost featureless crotch in comparison to the tall mammals around him. He wanted to ask what was going to happen to the clothes, but whatever.

Velasquez knocked on the door.

“Come on in, my pretties!” was the flamboyant answer they heard from the other side.

Jarlsberg opened the door and the trio were greeted by the lewd sight of a naked Fritz sitting at a small table, eating creamy potato soup as he sized up the three handsome males darkening his doorway. The stoat kept his legs open at all times, proudly displaying his own 6-inch uncut cock and his paunchy belly normally held at bay with a girdle.

On either side of him were his two hyena guards, also naked with their circumcised cocks on display but weapons still in hand.

Fritz smiled with some cream suggestively staining his mustache, “I’m glad you handsome fellows could take some time out of your day to come have a little chat with me.” He licked up that cream in a most suggestive way.

Velasquez and Jarlsberg both pushed Justin in before them. The jay bird squawked in embarrassment from having his ass touched by the two older males. They followed him right inside, closing the door behind them.

Fritz got up and shamelessly embraced Justin, pressing his semi-flaccid cock against Justin’s slit. The stoat purred in the hug, happy to at least have one male closer to his own height, not that he minded the handsome giants he typically surrounded himself with. He took it a step further and dragged a naughty paw between the supple lips of Justin’s slit.

The stoat laughed, “Oh… If I didn’t know better, I’d almost assume you were female, Mr. Justin.” He stuck a finger in the tight slit until he felt the slick, tapered penis hidden beneath those slickened lips. “Ah, there you are.” He grinned as he brazenly stroked Justin’s cock until the bird grew out of his slit and their penises touched.

Justin blushed to once again have another male’s member pressed against his own.

Fritz licked his lips as he wrapped his paw around their cocks, “Hmm, you’re narrow at the tip, wide at the base, much like a canine, but without that lovely knot.” He touched their tips together, “Mmm, and just an inch longer than mine… you’ll do just fine.”

Fritz stepped away and sniffed the bird musk staining his fingers, “Mmm, such a lovely earthy tone to your musk, too.” He licked his fingers clean then walked back to his chair. He turned, doing nothing to hide the dripping erection he had now. “Now, before we get on with the funny business, I know we must talk about your terrible ordeal.”

Fritz sat down by his cooling bowl of potato soup.

Justin sat with him while Velasquez and Jarlsberg remained standing.

Fritz started, “Now… I can help you. My brother, well any of my siblings, they all share my sympathies for natives and I’ve always said if one came to me for anything, why I simply can’t turn him down. Your story hits me especially… You’re a father who only wants what is best for your offspring. I remember my father, he wasn’t a cruel man, but sometimes he just didn’t understand. He tanned my hide the first time he caught me watching my brothers while they bathed during our camping trip.”

He giggled, “It didn’t help that I’d stained those bushes quite a bit while watching my brothers wrestle. We were all raised under the same strict guidance, but it never stuck, each of us remained some level of depraved and we all knew it was because Dad had his own dealings he was ashamed of. Most of my brothers are married, each had given Father plenty of grandchildren to dote over yet I, the runt, would still hear, ‘why have you never married Fritz? Do you want your mother rolling in her grave?'”

He wiped his muzzle of cream from his soup. He shot a sultry eye to one of his hyenas, “Oh, Gilbert…”

The hyena in question sighed before he stepped forward.

Justin then stared in disbelief as the stoat started stroking his hyena guard’s thick cock.

Fritz looked up into the face of his blushing hyena companion, “My hyenas are such lovely fellows.” He mused as he worked the big carnivore to a quick climax.

The hyena could hardly hold back the grunting as he shot long sticky strands of his fresh seed. Fritz held his soup bowl strategically so that most of the large male’s offering made it in. The hyena still panted shamelessly as the stoat kept milking him.

Fritz put his mouth over that swollen glans and drank down the last drops himself. He let his guard go and the hyena returned to the wall where his companion was trying to hide his own erection behind his bushy tail.

Justin kept looking.

Fritz spooned some of the fresh hyena cream into his mouth, “Mmm, fresh like mother’s milk.” He giggled. He spooned some more then offered it to Justin, “Taste? It’s very exquisite.”

Justin had never once tasted the semen of another male. But, he somehow felt he couldn’t refuse this offer. He took the spoon from Fritz and he gulped down the strange mix of potatoes and cum.

Fritz chuckled, “I know what you’re thinking, but really I think more people should try adding more semen to their diets. It’s very nutritious and never tastes the same from different males. I’ve sampled more than my fair share. But now, we are really getting off topic. I will help you, Justin. I’ll stake my life on it. I will see you back home with your family, or I will cut off my own tail, because then I can no longer walk as a proper man, but instead as a sniveling, spineless slug.”

Justin sensed a but somewhere, “I’m hearing everything, and I’m still waiting to hear what you would want from me.”

Fritz’s bright green eyes flickered before he spoke, “What I want… Since you can’t compensate me in monetary ways, I’ll be kind enough to do this service if you’ll… be my pet until we are through.”

Justin blinked in disbelief, “A pet?”

Fritz’s playful expression did not diminish one bit, “Now… I would not have you do anything that could ever leave you uncomfortable, and I’m not the cruel sort of bastard who’d whip you, take away your rights as a fellow person… That is the sort of shit that gives good fruits like me a bad name.”

Justin was starting to notice how Fritz really loved flaunting his gayness.

“We can’t expect people to ever accept us as individuals if we allow ourselves to turn into such callous beasts.”

Justin thought it over, “So… What would I have to do?”

Fritz petted the blue jay, “You would have to wear a collar, it will have your name and my last name. You will dress how I dress, walk how I walk, with an air of importance, like you are someone the people could stop to stare at, but not bother. A noble must maintain that necessary barrier between oneself and the other; it has nothing to do with the social structure, though many will want to say that.”

Fritz then smiled while he brushed his finger along the edges of Justin’s beak, until he could tilt the bird’s head to look him right in the eye, “And when I’m in the mood, I want you to be my little blue bird of happiness.” He giggled. “And I promise, as soon as this is all over and done, we will part ways. Do we have a deal?” He extended a paw in friendship, the same he’d just used to milk his loyal guard.

Justin looked to the two sitting at either side of him.

Both the fox and goat gave their nods of approval.

Justin shook the stoat’s paw, “We have a deal.”

Fritz smiled enough to show his pointy fangs to the bird, “Splendid, now may we begin?”

…

Down the hall, the rottweiler Ben cuddled with the pretty ferret he’d taken to bed with him.

Nadine purred with the dog’s seed warming her insides while they rested.

The rottie soon started humping the lovely jill as he felt himself swell for another round. He whimpered like a dog hungry for his bone, then moaned once he slid back inside her.

The couple started back up, adding their immodest moans to the quiet night air.

…

Back in the duke’s private suite, Fritz sat on his bed carrying a leash in one hand.

Justin was on his knees in front of the stoat looking as the mustelid stroked himself to a full erection. The collar Justin wore right now was not the one promised, that one would have to be custom made. Fritz didn’t see any harm in starting the bird’s training early.

Eventually, Fritz stopped. He presented his swollen mushroom cap for the bird and Justin started licking it.

Already, Fritz was impressed, he didn’t even have to say anything. His new pet bird was being a very obedient for one who was supposed to be a proud warrior. The stoat muttered sweet nothings as the bird tasted his cock. “Justin…”

The blue jay looked up to show he was listening, “Have you had your asshole opened yet?”

The bird gulped then shook his head.

Fritz tugged firmly on the leash, “Justin… When I ask you a direct question, I expect a verbal answer. Now, once again, has anyone fucked you up the ass yet?”