Between Feathers and Federation - 5 (NSFW) (Patreon)

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Feyet was shocked by the declaration. She stepped back, pressing against Scratches as she felt particularly small and vulnerable now. Mate! In front of all of them? Like the rest of the… Scratches’ way? Feyet’s mind raced with how to do this or how to be clean perhaps.

Scratches calmly wrapped her arms around Feyet and held her close. Scratches could feel the heart pounding in Feyet’s chest, harder than any drum. “I will be gentle Feyet, Scratches never hurt,” Scratches whispered in her ear.

Feyet knew Scratches’ species were not modified for mate imprinting. She was still kicking herself for letting it go through the previous night. She could have chosen to not imprint and let it be a one night stand. She did not stop herself. She remembered what her mother said to her when she first started dating in her secondary school: “You will know it’s the right one, your heart will tell you.”

Her heart had never told her that, that is why she felt fine going off to be alone on a planet with no one of her species, or for that matter, any known species, for the last fifteen months. Now, she had willingly dropped all those defenses, all those years of training, and she was being asked to mate in front of an audience. She felt her breathing getting higher and her eyes unfocus, her mind lost to the anxiety that was overwhelming her.

Scratches felt how quickly she was panting for no physical reason; no this was panic. She turned Feyet around and pushed head into her chest. Scratches held her close, hand on the back of her head as Feyet was faced away from everyone in the room. She held her close and stroked her plumage calmingly. “Feyet, breathe, calm. I have you.”

“Scratches, my way is private, we do this in private. That is why we went to my room,” Feyet was speaking into Scratches’ breasts, but she talked loud enough that the rest of the people in the room could hear her. Water turned to Walks and began to translate what Feyet was saying.

At one point, she pulled the translator off and put it on Walks, then she put the hood on Walks as well. “By bearing witness to a miracle and agreeing to keep it secret Walks, you are now Herald of Water. If you ever reveal this secret or fail to protect Feyet, you will no longer be Herald of Water. Herald of Winds as witness.”

Walks’ cheeks flushed as she bowed to Water. “I am again Chases the Shimmer.” Feyet heard the name and understood as she turned around. She stared at Chases like a detective about to reveal something.

“Your mate was a human shimmer-walker. Not just someone who saved you when you were hurt,” Feyet spoke with certainty in her voice. Chases did not even need the translation to know what was said. 

Chases’ next words turned Feyet’s accusation into confirmation. They were not in the tribal language, but Galactic Standard. “Yes, even taught me your language. I just choose to NOT use it. Now, if you have imprinted, you must prove to Wind and Water that you are Scratches’ mate.” She paused and coughed a few times, covering her mouth as it sounded particularly bad and heavy. Her body was clearly breaking down, and it was only a matter of time before she was gone. “I know is hard, but even mine had to, and he was wonderful at it. Now, it is my last night. I will be gone by morning. The Water will ensure I die peacefully tonight since I have given up my herald. Now, prove it to us. If Water goes back on her word, Wind will hold her and kill her. You are all bound. Now Scratches, take your mate, guide her to what makes you both feel connected and good.”

Feyet now desperately wished she had recorded all of those words, but she would at least add this to her notes, further proving that this tribe wasn’t untouched. What are you talking about!? This is doomed from the start… No, you must find a way. All that philosophical debate would have to wait. Scratches began to help her take off her coat, slowly pushing Feyet’s arms to the side. Scratches felt how heavy the coat was, how many pockets were on it and in it. She felt the thickness of the fabric and how it too was soft but so strong that, when resistance was offered by the tension in Feyet’s arms and shoulders, Scratches’ killing-claw caught on the coat and did not cut the fabric somehow.

Feyet let out a gasp of relief, feeling the heavy coat removed from her shoulders. Then she spun around and grabbed the coat. She held onto the coat tightly for a moment, she couldn’t let someone else take it or leave with the coat. The labcoat had the cloak in it and a lot of technological progress just in the fibers that made it up. 

“Feyet, why do you hold this like that? What is it to you for gatherer?” Scratches asked, confused why her mate was fighting her so much.

“Scratches, I am not a gatherer!” Feyet finally declared as she realized the term did not fit her at all. “I am not a hunter. I am a… thinker. I think for my people so they may perform their roles better,” Feyet declared with gusto as the others in the room were a bit uncomfortable by the display.

Scratches stopped and looked at the Heralds, then Chases, who was nodding at Scratches approvingly. “Shimmer-walkers they send near us are not gatherers, they are like Herald. Scratches, did she tell you she was a gatherer?”

“Yes, why did you lie?” Scratches looked upset and bared her teeth at Feyet who shied back, caught between the heralds and Scratches. She realized she was in a position that, if she did not explain quickly, she would potentially have to deal with very violent individuals at close range.

“Scratches, I didn’t, you did. You declared me gatherer and kept calling me a gatherer,” Feyet replied and pointed at Scratches as she fell to her knees, helpless under the gaze of Scratches. She could feel Scratches' anger and how upset she was. She hadn’t wanted to upset her, the empathy rolling into her and telling her it was her fault made her even weaker. She felt the lump in her throat, the pressure on her chest and ache in her back. The kind of feeling when you have disappointed someone whom you would rather die for than disappoint. “You called me a gatherer.”

Feyet felt tears welling up in her eyes again. This was all too much, too heavy, too hard. This was why she had avoided imprinting on anyone yet, why she protected her heart so much. Scratches, however, released her anger and reached down, lifting Feyet’s head up to look at her. She kissed Feyet’s forehead and stroked her plumage soft and lovingly. Scratches realized now she had been the one to make the mistake.

“But, you not gatherer, you thinker? What is thinker?” Feyet felt the words soothe her soul. 

What is a thinker? What I am now? I’ve betrayed my oath, my promise, my morals, all of it because my heart screamed this… this… because Scratches is my one. She tried to make the justification in her head, she tried to separate the distinction. Finally, her mind stopped breaking because Scratches kept stroking her, like a loving owner would pet their dog when the dog was upset. Feyet, for the first time in her life, actually felt seen.

She looked up and nibbled along Scratches’ neck with the tip of her beak. The intent wasn’t to hurt or anything, it actually made Scratches’ skin ripple with tingling pleasure for some reason. “Feyet, what is that you doing?”

Feyet was proud now that she heard Scratches using full vocabulary, even if it was rough and the translator wasn’t completely accurate. “I have a beak, not lips, this is how I kiss.” Feyet gave into her feelings and fell against her mate, to show her affection, to show her feelings in her heart.

She dropped the labcoat on the ground as Scratches kissed her back, its importance forgotten as Feyet let her desire and her instinct take over. Her body heated up, her eyes fluttered, her body tensed in her abdomen and relaxed in her lower lips. Scratches kissed her over and over again along her cheeks, her beak, and neck. Feyet returned serve with bird kisses by pinching her beaktip along Scratches’ neck, shoulders, collarbone, and chin. 

The two of them felt butterflies in their stomachs that turned into tense corkscrews of arousal and desire for more. They felt close once again, and the fact there were others watching them was lost on Feyet. Scratches kept an eye on them; all three did not look away from the display.

Wind was curious what Feyet looked like under those clothes. Her many feathers along her arms looked like they could maybe make her fly, even if Feyet could only glide. Her plumage clearly went lower than just her neck where the skin-suit started. Her tail feathers were exposed and covering desirable curves that even the uladons and arrasus were fascinated to see just how those curves were, as it strangely made them feel both aroused and taboo at the same time.

Scratches stroked through Feyet’s plumage as Feyet pulled away, into each other's eyes. Savage slitted sapphire gems full of love and acceptance gently held smart emerald orbs desperate to be accepted and affirmed. “Feyet, we take slow, gentle, patient.” Scratches used the limited words she was provided.

Feyet realized her relationship was moving quickly, but the actual actions for this relationship would require her to move and act. She froze, lost in a debate she felt she would lose no matter its outcome.

 “Yes, we will make love, slow and gentle, my way.” Feyet turned around and faced her audience. She closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to see or acknowledge they were being intently watched with every action observed by creatures much larger than her and able to rend her apart without her technology to protect her. 

She didn’t get much more time to think about this. Scratches had watched her uncertainty of movement, the debate in her mind if she could keep going, and the want and desire to please Scratches, all reflected in Feyet’s eyes as she stood there, frozen after her words. Scratches decided to help her make the commitment. She reached up to the zipper above the base of her neck. 

Feyet almost jumped out of her feathers as she felt the claw gripping the zipper. She froze, completely unable to move, unable to look behind her as the zipper slowly lowered down, separating her armored synth-suit to allow it to be taken off. The zipper hit her upper tail and the suit effectively split in half around the tail slot in the armor. 

Scratches let out a soft snarl of pleasure at the sight of Feyet’s bare back, rubbing feathers along her arms and legs, the feathers that covered her plush rear as she slowly pulled the skin-tight fabric down her arms, careful to not hang or pull any of her body feathers along her arms and belly. The garment suddenly fell away, her plump heavy breasts almost springing free as the garment clung to her hips with the upper half hanging around her waist.

Scratches watched the delicate display, her eyes sucking in every curve, every slight change in Feyet’s feathers. Her sapphire eyes glued to every facet of Feyet that was slowly unveiled. Her slender graceful shoulders, her sweet soft arms, her lovely collar, and her breasts that sprang free. 

Scratches couldn’t hold back and her jaw dropped. She lunged forward with an instinct to claim her mate and wrapped her jaws around Feyet’s tender slim neck. The razor sharp teeth pressed against her upper breast and the top of her shoulder blade. Feyet  could be ripped apart if Scratches bit down. Her flesh would not take a bite like that, so many veins and arteries far too unprotected. Her heart beat against her chest rapidly, and Scratches could feel it through her jaw, the rapid screaming of prey’s heart beating against the inevitable.

But this wasn’t prey, this was a mate. She called Scratches “Lover,” and that meant no harm. She pulled her jaw back and nuzzled against Feyet’s cheek. “No hurt, no bite. Feyet too delicate to mark like that.” Scratches held her close as Feyet heard shuffling behind her, even a gasp of surprise from what she thought was the new Water.

Water was taken aback at how Scratches held Feyet in her mouth for just a moment, then pulled back and away. She had expected there to be biting, claws, and a bit of blood, especially considering Feyet’s smaller size and overall frailty to her eyes. Yet, Scratches had been absolutely gentle as her hands reached down to grip Feyet’s hips where the plated synth-suit sat. It was as if Scratches was peeling a ripe fruit so she could remove its armored rind and get to the sweet juicy insides. 

Feyet calmly placed her hands under Scratches’ palms, softly pushing down her suit’s smooth edges and plates down. Slowly but surely, every tiny bit of her body was exposed. She shuffled her motherly hips slowly side to side, sliding the suit off until it fell to the ground on top of the labcoat.

Feyet now fully felt the heat of the jungle outside of her climate controlled suit. She slowly panted, but her breath was deep and ragged. She was already aroused from the combination of danger and being close to her mate while nude. She calmly and casually reached up to Scratches and pulled away the hide across her chest that immediately dangled at head level in front of Feyet. 

Already, Scratches had gotten used to the idea that Feyet would not simply be passive and allow her to do as she pleased. To Scratches, that is what made this relationship unique, special, wonderful even. She pulled Scratches in like a fisherman reeling in a prized catch and nibbled along the stripe up her neck, all the way to the ear with the translator on it. She held her last nibble longing along Scratches’ lip, pulling on the flesh just slightly to emphasize the point and leave a slight bruise if possible. In her heart, her own tiny mark on Scratches gleamed like the nearly two hundred tiny teeth impression that now bruised her own skin, some of the spots shining through her salty white and tiny specks of black pepper feathers. 

Scratches felt each and every little nibble and felt herself getting both wet and hard as both of her sexes gained ground. Feyet’s hands slid down and slipped the heavily tented hides down that covered Scratches crotch, thighs, and rear. The skirt fell to the floor and revealed her thick, heavy cock again.

Feyet’s legs started aching, her inner thighs burning from the bruises from last time. She looked at the dirt under her and realized there was no way they could go forward without getting very dirty. Any wound that Scratches inflicted, even if by accident, would be a problem for her right now. Her wrist was still covered in gauze and she wasn’t going to remove that. Feyet blushed and tried to think about what to do when Scratches simply picked her up under her arms and made her wrap them around Scratches’ neck. Their breasts collided and made both of them hurl their heads back in pleasurable symbiosis. 

They gasped and writhed as their breasts ground against each other, Feyet’s soft plush feathered covered ones squishing with Scratches’ lovely perky partially scaled muscled ones. Scratches’ belly, breasts, and groin were one of few places that lacked feathers altogether, not something Feyet was complaining about right now. The warmth they were sharing coursed into her like lightning, and her body was getting more and more aroused by the second. Then, Feyet felt the impending member pressed against her nether lips and threatened to push them apart. She wasn’t sure if she was ready yet but she wasn’t about to have a choice.

“Scratches, I…” Scratches gripped Feyet closer and a hand supported her back while another supported her pert butt, making her lift her tailfeathers so everyone could see what was going on. Nothing would be left to the imagination.

“Feyet, I know. I will be gentle, let falling bring us close,” Scratches said as she motioned down between them. “Guide me into you, let falling do work for us.”

Feyet took the hint and scrambled to find the equine length between them. Her arm ground over her scaled belly, adding a growl of pleasure to the air as Scratches bit her lip to keep in a cry of pleasure. Feyet pressed the broad, flat, pounding head against her nether lips and felt them starting to part. Scratches let gravity slowly pull Feyet down, the pressure opening up her flower to bloom for Scratches’ length to seed her.

“Oh… Scratches… yes… nice and slow, hold me up a bit, make it slower, please?” Feyet begged as just the head was inside her. She didn’t want to be bruised and unable to walk this time. But if we don’t follow though, their tradition will be violated; they won’t recognize our mating. They may even consider me food. No… that can’t be what motivates me…

Scratches let her agonizingly slowly down for both of them. Last time, Feyet hadn’t had a chance to appreciate the size difference or the shape of the member. At a certain point, they were simply fucking because it felt better to do so than it did to entertain the possibility of slowing down or stopping. This time, however, Feyet’s insides protested. They screamed and agonized to open up, and as soon as they did, the pain was replaced with ecstasy, only to immediately have the pressure start again. The soft pinch of her insides opened up to allow more of Scratches inside to claim her once again.

“I got Feyet, relax, let us join,” Scratches spoke with quivering lips. Her every muscle was shaking and shivering, trying to stop her instinct to just slam herself into Feyet to claim her insides again. “Feyet, how are?”

Feyet’s cheeks were quaking, her beak clicking as it opened and closed rapidly. Her eyes were fluttering as she saw stars and her head was swimming. Her hormones were screaming for her to go faster, her body was screaming for her to stop. Her heart, however, said something different entirely. Prove it, prove you and Scratches can stay together. Feyet felt herself fighting the need to be close to the one she chose. It’s been a day, you can leave, never return. No one would have to even know.

That last thought died for the last time when her eyes focused and she saw Scratches before her. When she saw the face of the creature who had been her favorite and who she now had a chance to love. To show that love. No, I will show her that this is more than just coincidence or a fling. Scratches deserves better and deserves love. 

Feyet gripped Scratches’ neck tighter. She spread her legs out wider and let gravity push her deeper and deeper. Her stomach bulged again a bit to where Scratches could see the bulge in her belly from how deep her member was inside her. “Scratches…”

Scratches had been feeling this war inside Feyet through her talons trying to dig in and tear Scratches’ scales beneath her soft sunkissed backfeathers. They felt so much softer and welcoming than before the shower. Feyet pulled herself up and into Scratches, letting her feel just how warm and hot she was. Scratches felt the strength of Feyet’s thighs, despite how much smaller she was, those thighs felt like they could crush Scratches’ waist in that moment. Scratches felt like she was the weaker one of the two and she knew perfectly why.

Feyet thrust down, hard. Scratches hissed and held back her howl as she hit the innermost sanctum’s walls of Feyet’s love tunnel. Feyet buried her head into Scratches’ chest to muffle herself and screamed. She felt her insides yelling in pain and the need to orgasm at the same time, a fire inside her that demanded attention that she could no longer ignore. 

“Scratches! Fuck! Fuck me! Now!” 

Feyet begged as she released the tension in her body and let herself hang there. Scratches needed no more prompting and lifted Feyet up while stretching her own body upright to her full height, then slammed Feyet back down until she was hilted again. The feeling in both of them was immediate.

Feyet, for the first time in over a year, felt absolutely alive. She was not in the future predicting something for a hypothesis, or in the past filing a report of what she’d seen and how. No, she felt right here, right now, entirely in this moment. Her body tensed up like a spring about to snap. Her spine twisted into individual knots at each vertebrae. Her body wanted this so badly.

Herald of Water quickly walked over to the door. Water poked her head out and checked to see if anyone had come to investigate. Someone was approaching, but she motioned for them to stay away. With their new herald hood on, no one would argue with her, except another herald. She had been tasked with protecting this secret. She pulled her head back in and looked at Feyet and Scratches. “Keep quiet, shimmer-walker. Scratches, help keep her quiet.”

Feyet and Scratches both paused and blushed deeply, but only for a moment as Scratches reached up tentatively with her hand and wrapped her fingers around Feyet’s beak. She would avoid pulling on it but simply wanted to keep it closed.

Scratches shoved herself into Feyet as hard as she could in that moment to test it out, and was immediately proven to be doing the right thing. She relished in the depths of Feyet’s most sacred place as she felt her tip pushing against the inner wall and pulled it back, knowing that would cause Feyet and herself immense pain if she rammed into it. Scratches, however, could not begin to describe the divine feeling of Feyet’s soft silken flesh pleasuring her pulsing member.

She felt alive, electrified, and a primal need for more. Her body tensed up in the right ways as tension she felt relieved from every muscle. She pulled back oh so slowly to enjoy how the inner velvet love tunnel wrapped and caressed her every iota of phallic ecstasy while she withdrew.

Feyet screamed into a closed beak again, she was howling Scratches’ name and following it with the names of the Fjer gods of Fertility and Excess. She wanted so badly to keep going, her eyes screwed shut as she focused on her own enjoyment. Even the pain pulsing from how deep and thick Scratches’ length was somehow added to the pleasure and enjoyment she felt. She could feel her insides contorting and twisting, her body demanding release that she refused to give. She needed just a bit more to push her over the edge.

Scratches pulling out sent her past the point of no return. She felt herself tense up and held it in as much as she could. Her stomach felt full and swelling, twisting muscles inside her, screaming so loud for release that she could not ignore it. Her vision went completely white as Scratches thrust back in and she threw her head back. Scratches held her beak closed but let her move her head freely as Feyet let out a scream that would have been confused with a death shriek from the overwhelming feelings.

Scratches felt her mate creaming herself on her length and held her tight. One hand held her mouth closed, the other wrapped around her waist and lower belly, pulling Feyet close by her abdomen as she held her there and let Feyet orgasm. Scratches did not dare move for her own enjoyment or shift in any way, she let Feyet ride out her meeting with the oblivion of pleasure.

Feyet’s insides contorted and spasmed, the genetic coding making her outermost muscles clamp down first, then in sequence, all the way to her cervix, releasing her orgasmic ecstasy in waves of repeated rapid pleasure while milking Scratches’ length for seed. She felt her legs seize, unable to move as the muscles uncontrollably spasmed and rippled with contractions from feet to thigh, and even up her buttocks, which were tensed so tightly you could bounce a coin off of them. 

Her soft breasts heaved against Scratches’ arm as her uladon held her tightly. Feyet was lost in a sea of white explosion before her eyes, despite them clamped so tightly that a set of jaws of life would not pry them apart. Her head was thrown back against Scratches’ own lightly feathered scaled breasts. Her screaming almost escaped her beak as she lost herself utterly to the pleasure. Nothing was more important in this moment than this feeling right now of absolute indescribable justification for life.

Scratches slowly resumed thrusting, edging herself up to her own peak as Feyet went limp in her arms. She was going to finish now that her mate was clearly satisfied. She kept slowly thrusting up into the smaller Fjer woman, feeling her belly swell up with the length bulging her abdomen slightly. Scratches did not hold her tightly or aggressively. This was slow, deliberate love making, and she held Feyet as delicate as one would a glass body about to shatter if she held it too close.

Scratches was chasing the rabbit now, chasing her pleasure, she felt the surges inside her abdomen pulsing up the length of her girl shaft. The feeling was too intense, then she felt something that spurred her to go well beyond the cliff of her own climax. Feyet’s fingers, though weak and barely moving, had reached between their legs, past her length to her slit, pushing both of her fingers up into her nethers, while the lower knuckle and thumb rubbed at the base of her length that wasn’t inside Feyet.

She couldn’t hold back anymore and whispered to Feyet, “Brace.” That one word told Feyet what was about to happen, and Scratches let loose the primal animal, slamming herself all the way into the smaller bird creature. She felt the surge within her thighs, her heart in her throat, her stomach twisting. Her length swelled as Feyet’s insides spasmed with aftershocks spurred by her thrust.

Scratches did not hold back anymore. She gripped Feyet as tight as she dared and thrust the length even into Feyet’s cervix before unleashing herself. The pleasure was dragged out by the length of her shaft and the tightness of Feyet’s lovely flower, as her head plowed into the cervix with the pain between them setting Scratches off entirely. The first glob of rich creamy thick baby batter fired out of the length and slammed into Feyet with enough force to drive the air from Feyet’s lungs. Scratches simply held her in place and snarled out between lips that she held as tightly as possible together, to keep her own howl and screams of absolute happiness in.

The joy between them echoed within the tent as Scratches' orgasm peaked. Feyet’s belly bulged just a bit more with the quantity and the plug that was the head of Scratches’ cock. The feeling was immeasurable between them as she held Feyet close and let herself enjoy the moment of pure love embraced with Feyet.

Feyet pressed her hips back, despite the pain and discomfort. Scratches had given her a mind shattering orgasm, and she wasn’t about to pull away or deny Scratches any of the same indulgence. Feyet slammed her hips back and pressed her ass against Scratches’ belly, moaning and mewling unashamedly in front of their audience. Time seemed to stretch on forever, everything felt amazing, and yet their bodies felt lethargic, tired, unable to move from this spot.

Finally, Feyet fluttered her eyes open to see Wind, Water, and Chases all staring at them. Wind and Water looked stunned that the two had gone through with it, much less how much they had enjoyed it. Feyet could smell arousal in the room. Wind was sporting a full hard-on that he could not hide behind his kilt and light clothing.

Chases suddenly stood up and let out a shout. “YES! Beautiful!” She let out with more vigor than anyone thought she was still capable of. “I lived long enough to enjoy this! To see a new shimmer-walker mated to one of ours! Scratches the Wind, I think not!”

Water rushed to her side as she did not take her walking stick or let anyone support her. She brushed off Water’s attempt to halt her. “No! My last act. Scratches the Wind, you are now Shimmer Heart’s Jubilee.” She walked on shaky feet rapidly up to the two of them, still mated at the hip and pulled out a bag full of some sort of mixture of plant, rock, and shiny silicates. She rubbed it across Scratches forehead and in that moment it was like her name had changed in everyone’s mind. The simple extension of psychic phenomenon pushed into her smear of special herbs and spread out into everyone’s mind who saw it, changing the name in their mind as they looked on.

She turned to look down at Feyet, who was panting just as heavily as Scratches, the air full of the smell of sex as she pressed the mixture onto Feyet’s forehead. “Welcome, Feyet from Stars.” However, as soon as Feyet felt the psychic impulse push into her mind, the world came to a halt.

The bag dropped from Chases the Shimmer’s hand, to the floor, and so did Chases with a thud before anyone could move. Her final act, anointing the union of Feyet and Scratches after witnessing the act. The psychonic effort was all she had left before her heart simply gave out.

Feyet lost consciousness, the last image in her mind was of Water rushing forward to try to help the already departed Chases the Shimmer. The last feeling she had was that of Jubilee’s warmth against her back, her strong arms holding her up, feathers and scales wrapping her in a blanket of warmth and love. “Feyet, please, sta…” Feyet didn’t hear the rest.