FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

(M/F, human, intelligent feral otter, anthro bird, transformation)

Natasha, deep in the forest, stopped running and looked behind her to see where the other two had gone. She remembered that Alek wasn't very fast on land. Mila probably slowed and waited for him.

Oops.

The older sister grinned to herself and twitched her whiskers. She hadn't play fought with Mila since they were children. But being part otter seemed to have set off the urge again.

There was a commotion behind her. Natasha bared her fangs, albeit with a playful smile.

They'll have to wrestle the milk out of me!

It wasn't Mila and Alek. It was a large, scaly monster. Natasha gasped and backed away from it, the colour draining from her face.

It was one of the more regular intruders. He was straight out of one of those Western dinosaur movies, three times her mass, stood up on his viciously clawed hind legs, with a rugged, violet hide and the look of primeval cunning. The beast looked at her warily, inhuman eyes fixed on her own.

Natasha fought to remain calm. She had never been anywhere near this close to a monster before, and she had no chance of getting away.

But then again...

"One of your kind returned some food that was stolen from us," she said, her voice as calm as she could manage. "We all thought you were, well, monstrous."

The creature twisted his head sideways and continued to watch her.

"I think we've misjudged you. Maybe we should-"

The raptor-like beast suddenly pounced at her. He gripped her with his foreclaws, hoisted her onto his shoulder and charged forward through the forest, away from the cottage.

Natasha started to scream. The monster ran a gnarled knuckle gently over her throat and the woman felt her vocal chords cut out.

"Why?" she tried to shout, but it only came through as a hoarse, loud whisper. "Why are you taking me?"

The beast eyed her hungrily and exposed his sawtooth-like fangs. "CapTive," he hissed in a Slavic language just close enough to her own to be understood. "Thenn Eat!"

Oh god, no!

The monster ran with his victim out of the forest and into a snow blanketed plain. He licked his scaly lips with his long tongue.

"Pies!" he growled.

"What?"

"Pies! VeNisson. StrogAnov. You maKE."

Well that's not quite as bad as being eaten, thought Natasha. But some of the stories about monsters involved slavery. So not _good_.

From her vantage point over his shoulder she suddenly saw a huge shadow behind and above them, closing fast. A shadow in mid-air?

No wait, that's that's that other one, the-

Natasha saw a black talon close around her chest and the world blurred with sudden acceleration. She screamed as loud as she could, which was not much, as the snowy ground rapidly dropped away below her and she dangled in the crow monster's clutches.

She looked to her side and saw the raptor gripped in his other talon. The reptilian beast opened his fangs around the crow's leg.

"Think about doing that, friend," said the crow, and he squeezed the creature. Natasha just heard an incomprehensible set of modulated guttural screeches.

"I'm Groke's son!" squeaked the raptor back in the same tongue with what air he still had in his lungs. "You will not dare harm me!"

Soma chuckled. "I'm following Groke's orders. I'm stopping one of his guests from being kidnapped."

"I... I just want to try human food," replied the raptor, panicking. "It's good, isn't it."

"So good! Anyway, how quickly can you grow wings?"

"Err... a few seconds?"

"You have ten," replied Soma, and let go of the raptor.

"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..." wailed the monster as inertia allowed him to remain with them for a little longer then he plunged downwards out of sight.

The crow turned gracefully in mid air. He heard frantic wheezing whispers from the human in his gentle but firm grasp. As usual he had no idea what she was saying.

Natasha grabbed onto his talon, not really sure what else to do. Was he going to take her to his nest to eat her? But then why did he give them back what was left of their food?

The mostly-human saw a house on the ground. They were heading towards it fast.

I thought he'd live in a tree? she thought. No wait, it's our cottage! So scared, I'm not thinking straight...

The giant bird beat his vast wings, coming to a swift stop just above the snowy garden path. He smoothly flicked the elder sister forward, landing her on her feet.

Natasha steadied herself and looked back at the creature. She cast around thinking of something to say. Then her mother opened the door and frantically commanded her to get in. She complied and Elena slammed the door shut behind them.

Soma strutted around the house thoughtfully. Well, that was quite a thing to do, he thought. Yesterday I wouldn't go near a human, and now I just saved one.

He allowed himself to shrink down from his giant form and eased himself into his more humanoid shape. He felt a wonderful sense of accomplishment, of conquering a great fear.

Suddenly the door was hurled open. The satisfying feeling fled quickly as Soma flinched and backed away, panicked. Now the humans were ready for him!

The matriarch in her weird human pelt said some words in her tongue to him. She seemed to be expecting something. No, wait, she's smiling?

The bird man unfurled his wings. Whatever, human affairs are none of my business, he thought. They're safe and-

An otter woman bounded out of the forest towards him, followed by his friend in his otter form. The otter female talked with the two humans in their language, though the humans seemed to be having trouble understanding her. Soma gradually realised she was the youngest human female, now transformed.

His friend had been busy!

"I'm... not sure what they want with me," said Soma to the otter male.

Alek grinned. "They are inviting you in!" he said. The humans looked down at him with surprise as their pet talked in the gravelly language of the monsters.

"I... please let them know I'm grateful, but I really should be-"

"To eat!" said Alek. "Human food...."

---

Natasha held onto the nervous monster's wing claw and patiently guided him towards the dining table. Soma's head flicked about as he looked at all the bizarre human implements surrounding him, and he needed coaxing to make every step away from the entrance. Alek, seeing his friend's long tail feathers wouldn't cope with any of the chairs, pulled over a stool and gestured for him to sit down. Soma did so warily and the piece of furniture disappeared into his silky black plumage.

Elena buzzed about the stove, delighted at getting to feed the first guest they had had in... well, a few days considering Alek was a newcomer as well, but other than that, ever!

As the room filled up with the increasingly delicious smells of cooking, Natasha tested her voice and was relieved to hear it had recovered. She sat down next to her saviour and wondered how to entertain him seeing as she had nothing in common with him, knew nothing about him and couldn't speak his language. And it had been so long since she had talked to anyone who wasn't family or their new otter pet.

The woman pointed to herself and said, "Natasha."

"Na-tascha?" responded Soma, framing the words with his beak. Then pointed at himself with a wing tip.

"Soma", he replied.

"Scchhoo-mmmaaagghh," tried Natasha, her attempt at repeating his name in their language turning to a screech. She giggled with embarrassment. To her surprise the edges of the bird monster's mouth curled up in a smile and he chuckled.

While the two swapped words in their tongues, Mila, dressed only in her apron from the cooking, staggered over with a pot of fish stew almost half her size. The corvid eyed it with a mix of suspicion and longing. His sense of smell wasn't great, yet it was still getting overpowered by the tantalising odour from the pot.

Elena seated herself at the dining table, clothed as normal, looking respectable, smiling encouragingly at their guest. As soon as Mila sat down with them Alek jumped into her furry lap and nestled against her aproned bosom. His tail flicked as the smell of the cooking food teased at his nostrils.

Once Mila had spooned the stew into her dish Alek delved his snout into the bowl and gobbled up the chunks of fish like, well, an animal. Mila looked at the spoon she was going to use, shrugged and joined her mate in biting and licking at the bowl instead. Elena tutted theatrically at their deplorable table manners.

Natasha filled Soma's bowl with food and set it down before her guest. The bird monster, watching the otter pair sharing their meal, nudged the bowl with his beak so it was half way between himself and Natasha.

"I... well, why not," she giggled, and they shared too. Soma pecked at the stew, graciously giving the mostly-human time to dig in with her metal tool. He was tasting Heaven. It was meat and plant matter, along with those weird powders and substances which he had returned to the family, but processed in a way that made the flavours whirl together and seduce his mouth. Everything was so soft his crop would hardly have to do any work breaking it down.

When Alek had finished licking the bowl clean he stood on the table and reared up, right in front of Mila.

His manhood pointed at her, semi erect.

"Uhhh..." said Mila, blushing and looking at the otter's lewd length. Here, in front of our guest? she thought.

Alek loomed over the girl from his vantage point on the table. His look of assertive dominance was almost comical given his small size.

Still, the youngest daughter nonetheless bent forward and suckled the beast's length gently past her whiskers and into her new fanged snout. Her eyes swivelled around and saw to her embarrassment that she had the attention of her whole family and the guest upon her.

Mila, flush deepening, nursed on his manhood, tasting his rich musk and the flavours of their recent lovemaking. The otter shuffled in closer and rested his paws on his youngest mate's head and he lashed his tail as the woman groomed his stiffening length and wound her tongue around his sheath.

"I... uhhh," said Natasha to the bird man. "Please forgive him, he's a frisky little devil and my sister lets him do what he likes."

Soma didn't understand what she said. But he could see from her subtle mannerisms that she was aroused. He noted how similar the human's actions were to the beasts he knew. The familiarity allowed him to relax a little more.

I wonder if she'll understand this?

Soma looked upon the older sister, slid the stool backwards to get a few feet from the table and opened his wings. He waggled his black tail feathers teasingly and beckoned her into a cuddle. His soft chest plumage looked very comfy.

Natasha's blush deepened. She bit her lip and looked from the rugged black feathered monster to her mother. Elena continued eating, holding her spoon primly.

"If you don't go in there, I will," said her mother, matter-of-factly.

The eldest daughter grinned and pulled her nightie up and over her head. Her four plump breasts bobbed, her nipples stiff with arousal. Her softly fuzzed vagina went on show, aching with want despite her overnight intimacy with Alek.

Natasha slowly slid into Soma's winged embrace, her body vanishing from view into his inky feathers.

The monster lifted off the stool and nestled his back and rump on the floor. His hips and tail raised and slid between Natasha's legs, pressing firmly against her crotch.

She felt a moist, soft warmth against her labia, as if another vagina was pressing against her own. It was swollen and rippled gently, making the mostly-human gasp. The woman pressed her crotch against the wet, warm opening and squeezed her front against his luxuriously quilled, powerfully muscular body.

"What's he like?" asked Elena, intrigued.

"Mmmhhh.. he's... a she?" replied her daughter. "Nothings, uhh, going in."

The monster shuddered his tail against Natasha's groin. She moaned as her whole pussy was massaged. It didn't seem to be such a big deal that he wasn't filling her.

"Sooo comfy," murmured Natasha happily, between gentle grunts of pleasure. Only her head and feet were visible through Soma's feathery embrace. He stared into her eyes, his big black orbs blinking contentedly, and he preened her hair with his beak.

Natasha felt her pussy somehow becoming more sensitive. She could feel every part of the monster's rough, puffy slit against it. The scaly lips rubbed roughly against her own, making her toes curl each time. Toes which were slowly lengthening, merging together, the nails lengthening and curling.

"Hhhh, hhhrrrr, chhhaaannnginnn..."

"Indeed," said her mother. "Are you afraid?"

Natasha pressed her head against Soma's shoulder. She groaned heavily as his mating pace quickened and she felt her mouth surge forward, creeping into her field of vision as a hardening black beak.

"Rrrmmmmaaaaahhhh..."

Elena got up and walked around the table. She ran her hands over Mila and Alek's heads as the otter squealed and climaxed into his mate's mouth. The otter girl cringed with embarrassment at having her mother's attention while she swallowed his semen. Then Elena continued on to her eldest daughter and their guest.

The mother ran a hand over Natasha's hair as it blackened and some strands fell out while the rest burst open into quills. Soma eyed her suspiciously but allowed her other hand to approach and run over his steel-muscled shoulders.

Natasha's grunts became squarks. Her eyes darkened along with her whole body as she was taken and inside the beast's soft winged grip her body reshaped. Her strange new pussy shivered against the monster's own, rough but sensitive surfaces grinding together, sending delicious vibrations into the girl.

Alek climbed onto Mila's shoulders, his manhood dripping warmth into the fur on her neck, and the two watched Natasha and Soma's lovemaking. Elena's hands gently ran over ther heads as their raucous calls increased. Their talons curled into balls and they screeched as they came, female swiftly followed by male. Through the shuddering high of orgasm Natasha felt a thick wad of goo spill deep into her body, each spasm from her bird mate causing more and more of his cum to fill her slender, reshaped frame.

Their shrill calls became softer, relaxed caws. They smiled to each other, inclining their beaks down and raising the skin at the edges of them. The male got to his feet and lifted his female easily, strutted to the bed and gently let Natasha slide free of his embrace onto it. She lay there panting, now just as feathered and dark as he, albeit more slim and elegant. Her nethers, hidden under heavy plumage, were soaked with their release. Her four breasts only slightly protruded from her tightly muscled chest as black feathered domes. The bird woman looked down at her body and ran her tongue around the interior of her beak, taking in the changes.

"Well I never," said Elena, looking over at her oldest daughter, the latest victim of transformation.

Soma looked around and abruptly walked to the door, opened it and flew off.

As the sound of his flapping faded away there was a strange silence as the women took in the abrupt departure of their guest.

"Rude," tutted Elena. "We had dessert too."

"Hethh probably not uthed to how humanthhs do thingth," said Mila, sculpting her words carefully through her sharp toothed snout.

"Awrrrrk," agreed Natasha, wiggling her talons.