Life on Param part.01 (Arrival)

Part. 01: Arrival

[ My name is Captain Yoshuro Frank, male, height  five foot ten inches, or just under three meters, hair brown, eyes blue, blood type OO. I am the captain of the one man worm hole exploration vessel WHEX 009. I create this log not as a record of my triumphs or scientific readings of the wormhole pathways mapped by the ship’s navigation equipment, rather in the hope someone will find these logs, or better yet I can share these recordings with the world if and hopefully better when I do get back. If not for the stasis pod I would likely be dead, the rest of the ship is beyond my repair, the maintenance robots looked to be electrically fried, ship nanites none functional. My ship has crashed on an unknown planet. The only surviving equipment is the emergency tools and provisions in the stasis pod its self, and the backup equipment shed. These are the edibility scanner…correction bio-scanner, the air scanner, the air tanks and molecular gas shifters, a translator disc in the back of the backup shed with the emergency care kit and provisions, not sure why it’s just lying back there like that but it’s not really needed on this mission, and of course my nanite powered exo-suit. Thankfully this second skin as the engineers back home call it was required to be on my body during stasis, with the ship so badly damaged its protection from the environment and thermal regulation will come in very handy, just wish the thing wasn’t silver. Sorry, unprofessional yes.]

    He rummages through the badly damaged ship taking inventory of what is in working condition, silent inside his helmet as he puts aside the things he doesn’t need right now to explore the outside and what he will need. A sound comes through his helmet, a chirping like small birds, as he holds the environmental scanner array he walks over towards a hole in the ship looking outside at the rocky mountain side he crashed into, yet covered in grass and trees for as far as he can see. It is then that the environmental array finishes its task and beeps at him, what it says brings a look of surprise to his already worried face.

[    At first I thought the planet was Earth, given the trees and the sounds of birds. However the air scanner tells me the oxygen level is too high to be Earth. The bio-scanner tells me the airborn diseases are easily taken care of by my own internal nanites and the suit is equipped to deal with what is actually a fairly comfortable temperature. I have taken the bio-scanner, and the array of environmental scanners with me, as well of course as the beacon. I will scout the immediate area for a place to set up the rescue beacon as well as search for viable water and food; I am just thankful I don’t need this helmet. ]

   With the equipment ready he heads out of the damaged vessel, surveying the land around him. Somehow he had crashed on the side of a rocky hill covered in short grass with grey stones protruding like primitive grave markers across its surface. Below is forest and in the distance a sparkling catches his eye. Thinking perhaps it might be a city he climbs his way up the hill side to get a better view over the trees and rolling hills. From below it had seemed like a short climb up, however the winding tunnel like paths and sharp ledges are making it a bit more difficult than he would like. As he makes his way up he makes it a point to also scan every organic object to see if they are edible, a negative on the bunches of grass, the short grass too is a negative, the green moss on the rocks hits a edible if cooked readout. A small creature resembling a snake with fleshy scale covered pincers crawls over the path, the small thing is edible although the bio scanner warns of venom being present in the animal.

  “I’ll have to note to keep an eye out for those,” he thinks to himself just as the indicator points out another edible yet venomous creature, a cat sized spider like creature with three body segments and covered in splotchy colored fur.

   Reaching the top of the hill he can see that the sparkling in the distance was not the outline of tall metallic buildings, but rather the ocean. A few miles away he’d estimate. At this angle his vessel is no longer in view, however something sparkling in the trees gets his attention below. Something large that he can’t make out clearly is moving quickly through the trees and carrying something that is reflecting the sun, making it even harder for him to see the creature clearly. Just then several other some things of about the same size move through the trees towards it, and he can hear squawking sounds and shrills chirps, whatever they are they caught up with the first thing, but it’s not a battle like he expected, rather they group up and continue on their way. Best he could tell they were at least as big as a person, only fatter, and moving quickly.

   [Why, why didn’t it occur to me when I saw those creatures from atop the ridge? That the creatures were coming from a direction that would be the very hill I am on now? Probably because the idea that anything would investigate a ship crashing from the sky making such a ruckus didn’t occur to me for some reason. The ship was robbed; I don’t believe it was people, or anything sentient, the majority of what was taken was the emergency provisions; meaning it might have been the smell of food ripped open by the crash that drew them here. However a few other items were also taken, my translator which was in among the provisions; and a few small tools. Not too surprising sometimes animals take shiny objects. Thankfully I had everything that is utmost importance on my person, that is aside from the beacon which is inside the stasis pod’s emergency hatch that has remained sealed. I should have a few days of provisions from there; luckily they designed it so if the stasis pod had to eject there would be some provisions…which does make me wonder why the stasis pod didn’t eject. I will take the beacon to the top of the hill tomorrow. In the meantime it’s clear this site isn’t safe, whatever those creatures were may come back looking for more food, and they could be dangerous. I will use my survival training to scout out a secure site to set up a camp and fire.]

    The Air is nice and warm even as the day comes to its close, Yoshuro Frank, the man who fell from the sky onto this strange place; despite some setbacks has found a location between the hills with all their venomous animals hidden away and the forest to set up camp. Using his extensive training he has built a simple structure with two walls against a cliff side. Out front of it a short distance he has dug out a small pit and arranged stones around. Keeping a supply of wood nearby to keep a fire lit to ward away curious animals. Luckily he doesn’t have to hunt thanks to his protein bars, however while looking for firewood he had come across a conifer tree, except it had apple like fruit on it instead of pine cones. They have an odd taste, not unpleasant, but kind of tart and tangy.

    That night he has the strangest sleep, filled with the oddest dream. A crackling warmth drowned out by a thud and a cold night chill as his suit can only do so much. As he curls up in his dream a new warmth comes over him and the sound of a beating heart soothing him to sleep. When he awakes however he screams as a wall of fire is before him. The wall…stands up…its…it is not fire but the plumage of some giant bird. He is frozen with fear as its massive three toed, with a fourth in back, feet with their black talons are inches from his face. The creature had been sitting next to him, practically on top of him under his lean-to. As it stands he can see its long muscular legs, avian body, long wings clearly meant for flight, a creature made for running and flying. As it walks away from it, he can see it sports somewhat long tail feathers and a semi-long neck and large head with observant eyes watching him, blue eyes. It opens its beak, a strange cross between that of a bird of prey and a seed eating bird, or a hawk and a parrot, his frame of references are limited; its eyes are definitely forward facing though. It makes a sound, an all too familiar sound, the same sound his bio-scanner makes when it finds something inedible. Then it walks away. As it moves through the trees the creatures from the day before spring to mind.

   [I…even though it has been several hours, and to get my mind off of it, that and I had to do this anyway I set up the beacon high on the hill. I woke up almost in a panic; as last night a very large bird like creature had as evidence suggests snuffed out my fire and then spent the night sleeping under my lean-to next to me. My…startled demeanor seems to have scared the animal off, however given that it imitated the sound of my bio-scanner when indicating a none-edible substance; the most common sound it made all day yesterday; I am fearful the animal had been stalking me. I am keeping an eye on my surroundings now as a result. What’s more I believe it was this same creature that stole from my ship and…*click*]

   It occurs to Yoshuro Frank while recording his log, sitting up there at the top of the hill where he feels oddly safe enjoying the breeze, that yesterday when the ship was raided he had spotted in the trees several creatures, possibly a pack or flock of these animals even though only one had been at his camp and…motion. Below where is camp is set up the fiery red and yellow under feathers creature has returned. He had made it a point to be in sight of all three current important locations. The animal looks to be carrying something large and brown in its mouth, it drops it in the pit where his fire had been kicking up the ashes. Then it drops something from its wing. Yoshuro Frank looks down confused and takes out his binoculars, an item from his emergency provisions from the stasis pod, and brought up here to get a good look around. Yes, the creature has claws on its wings, not too strange for a bird, yet it was actually carrying something. Panning down he sees it is a large fruit of some kind, orange in color and much larger than the things he got from the conifer trees. The creature sits down there next to his lean-to and looks around and moving its beak along the ground as if it were sniffing for him; something very un-bird like. He nearly drops his binoculars as it looks right in his direction on the hill. It stands up and takes a few steps in his direction, all the while looking directly at him. It rears up and he can hear a flapping sound; when he takes the binoculars from his eyes he stumbles backwards in surprise. It is standing up and flapping its wings and they…are…huge! Clearly capable of flight, he turns pale pondering those wings and those talons and sharp beak flying up to him, alone, on this small ledge. Without thinking twice he is quick to get off the ledge and into the narrow passages.

  He waits there, awaiting the sound of flapping wings and predatory shrieks, but nothing comes. He sneaks out, going down slowly to where his crash site is in sight and checks with the naked eye and binoculars for any signs of the animal. It is gone, left his camp site, but the objects it dropped are still there. Going back down, and wishing he was armed with more than a stick he had just found he finds himself in the presence of the smell of cooking meat. The ashes are still hot enough to be slowly burning whatever this thing is the creature dropped in his fire pit. It is like a Capibara except with longer pointed ears, and a longer fluffier tail and bigger teeth, it has three toed split hooves, and his bio-scanner is telling him it’s edible. The other thing too, like a giant orange mixed with a melon.

   “Why’d it leave food here?” he wanders aloud, “It…doesn’t make any sense.”

    [While I was setting up the emergency beacon something rather odd happened, the creature that had stayed by my side while I slept returned to my campsite bringing what I can only describe as presents. A dead animal, not unlike what a cat or hunting dog might leave behind, rather a very large creature resembling some odd combination of rodents and a pig; as well as a large fruit. I decided to follow the tracks the creature left behind and followed its trail through the woods carefully. As the tracks went down a narrow ridge I could hear the sound of a waterfall nearby and went up a hill towards its source, which turned out to be a spring rather than a river. From this higher advantage point I discovered a large group of these creatures, I counted at least twenty individuals. It looks as though there is one colorful one, the one I had encountered before, and the rest are a little smaller and various shades and patterns of brown with slightly spiky looking crests running down their necks like a mane. What’s more it looks like a small village, or rather a there are semi dome like huts on dirt mounds located throughout a cleared out area with a broad open green grassy path in clear sight of the waterfall and a warm spring below it. It looks so artificial to me, It may be an open range holding area for these animals with an artificially set up water source for them. Given their behavior so far, at least the one I saw these may be domesticated life forms for local humanoids. I will continue to observe them while my beacon does its work. However I will also work on producing a far more secure structure, as per regulations of investigations I will not use parts of my ship or stay in the ship while awaiting rescue of course. If these are indeed domesticated animals, then I got lucky that it was one of them and not some predator that found my lean-to, also I will keep a closer eye on my fire as its likely it went out on its own. Just because it looks like wood does not mean it burns like wood.]

    Days have gone by, more than a week, nearly two with no sign of rescue coming. Yoshuro Frank is thankful he followed the creature’s trail as that spring seems to be the only fresh source of water on what he has concluded is an island. Climbing to an even higher peak he has seen the ocean in the distance in every direction, it is a fairly large island but still an island. The only other source of freshwater seems to be a lake of some sort in the distance surrounded by thick undergrowth that his bio-scanner tells him is filled with toxic plant life. His lean-to has been replaced by a small hut built near the crash site as he wants to stay up high, with a larger fire pit. Investigating the crash seems pointless now, as he practically has to guard it.

   [Investigating the crash site may be pointless now, the large colorful creature which through my observations I have determined to be the male of the flock; much like birds it seems the male is colorful while the females are a more reasonable coloration for this environment. Like crows and some other birds it seems the male likes shiny things, and as impossible as it sounds has actually been ripping off pieces of the ship with its beak and taking pieces of equipment from inside. I have determined that the huts are in fact nests that the creatures themselves build, as well as clearing away land. I must revoke earlier statements that the spring felt artificial, close examination has revealed it to be natural. It seems this flock settled down next to it and established their presence here then. From what I can tell they are the apex predators on this island, however they also feed on fruit and some vegetation. ]

   Yoshuro Frank puts down his recorder and raises his binoculars from his hidden spot above the waterfall, “now where did that male go?”

   *Craaaa!*

  “Holy Shit!” exclaims Yoshuro Frank as a large dead animal like a long faced armadillo with
horns about the size of a cocker spaniel is sitting dead right next to him.

   The male had actually snuck up behind him carrying this thing, set it down, and then alerted him, loudly, to its presence. Looking down he sees a fairly large sized group of the females looking up at the waterfall. He gets up slowly and backs away.

   *Craww*, the creature stops him dead with its loud eagle like cry and then kicks the dead animal towards him. He is unsure of how to react. Suddenly the creature makes the sound of his bio-scanner indicating something edible. Yoshuro Frank picks up the carcass, as he does so the creature shakes its wings, bobs its head, and makes a strange almost giggle like clicking sound. Yoshuro Frank backs away carrying the dead…thing…, the creature does not pursue him, however it does watch him the entire way until he is out of sight.

   Later that night, cooking the strange animal over his fire he ponders over an idea. Taking a bite of the cooked beast he comments, “not bad, wish I had a stove and some lemons though.”

    [Damnit! Every morning with this! Stop it! Stop with the damned jackhammer clacking sound you…oh shit I hit the recorder..]

    [As it turns out I cannot edit the recorder without the ship’s main computer running, huh, anyway, it has been over three weeks since I crashed here, my hut is coming along nicely. The male creature, has been coming here routinely now bringing various dead things. I have built a salt shack to preserve the meat. I do not know if there is a winter here, but just in case. The male creature has been keeping its distance though…usually. However it seems to want to constantly follow me from a distance whenever I am hunting or gathering.]

   [This is…weird, perhaps the animal is like a dog or something. It approached me while I was hunting a fairly well sized deer like animal with a makeshift bow and arrow I made, not very effective, however the wound I made in the animal I guess left it open for the male bird like creature following me to attack it. It surprised me as I hadn’t noticed it following me this time and it came right out of the brush despite its fiery colors and took down the animal quickly. Given it can rip through the ship’s metal with its beak it’s no surprise it could rip apart bone and flesh so easily; not a comforting thought. Two females also emerged from the woods, hidden, and very uncomfortably close to where I was at; they sheared apart the carcass and carried away chunks of it in the direction of their nesting ground. The male then carried a leg over to me and started to circle around me, its eyes moving up and down as if surveying me. It practically through the leg at me from its mouth causing me to drop the bow and what arrows I had left. As if giving me my share of the hunt. A silly thought, it’s just an animal after all. One clearly trained to hunt and return prey. I suppose I just haven’t been here long enough to see their owners; or else these animals were stranded here like myself. For all I know they could be the descendents of a hunting pack with retriever instincts still in effect for masters that passed away on this island or a ship wreck perhaps. All conjecture on my part of course.]

    As Yoshuro Frank took the leg and backed away the large fiery colored creature leaned down and picked up his bow in its mouth and followed him like a loyal dog carrying a stick. Yoshuro Frank felt uncomfortable the entire time back for some reason; as he looked behind him the creature would quickly raise its head and look around as if to fane interest in random objects. Out in the open field looking at their shadows he realized the animal was watching his legs, or his ass as he walked. Upon reaching the hut the creature took his bow from its mouth and held it in its claw like hands; giving Yoshuro Frank his first upclose viewing of these three clawed hands on its wings; two long claws and a shorter thumb like one. It held the bow like this away from its face examining it, plucking at its string even, before dropping it near the firewood pile. It walked around his hut, going up the hill, and jumping over the hut and gliding down past his fireplace and next to the salt shack. It walked around a bit more watching him. He was surprised to find himself comfortable enough to start preparing the meat, slicing it off the bone with his provision tools and preparing it in the one skillet he has. The creature seemed oddly focused on everything he was doing, and at one point had sat down some distance away to observe him. He heard a loud chirping sound in the distance which clearly was one of the hens calling out to the male as he got up and walked away. That night he would make his recording, yet would omit some of the details of the encounter.

    It has been over a month and a half since Yoshuro Frank crash landed on this strange yet familiar planet. The weather has gotten warmer, bringing him to conclude that it must have been spring or early summer wherever on this planet he is. He has taken up his familiar spot above the water fall observing the flock of what he has dubbed Horus Birds now given what he has been seeing. As he watches the birds he sees a display he has witnessed for a week now with several pairs of females in the flock. One of the females approaches another from her left side with her head hanging down low and making a clicking chirp of a sound. The other female lifts her body slightly exposing her all to mammal like breasts to the probing tongue of the one that came in from the side. She wets the feathers making them cling to her mammary mounds and flicks about the nipple. This display clearly peeks the interest of the male as he gets up and examines the scene. The female that was being licked then goes behind the other female and mounts her. Zooming in Yoshuro Frank can tell there is no actual copulation going on yet the females carry on like there is. The male actually mounts the female on top first breeding with her. Then once she dismounts the other female he breeds with that one as well. Yoshuro Frank feels a bit of a cold sensation below, his environmental suit has reacted to his own growing erection and opened up exposing him to the cool grass and rock.

   “I have been stuck by myself on this planet for way too long,” he says to himself as he crawls backwards and wills the suit to close up and cool him down.

    [I have continued observations of the animals I have decided to dub Horus Birds, at least for the time being. I had thought Yoshuro Ostriches or Hawk Parrots, however upon observing their mating habits it’s become clear these animals share some mammalian traits such as mammary glands. It would seem they are not birds at all, only a similar morphology. Horus would be an ancient god with the head of a hawk and the body of a man, a combination of bird and mammal. My observations have also led to an interesting behavior, it seems much like goats and some primates the females of this species will entice the male to mate with them by mounting each other first. ]

   [I am very lucky it seems. I have observed one of the smaller females that had been sharing a hut…nest…with another female construct her own nest. In a single day she constructed this elaborate structure, far more elaborate than I had thought. First she dug a wide pit, which was fairly deep. This was confusing as the nests are all on mounds. She then went about collecting stones; filling the pit most of the way up with small ones while lining the edge with rounder ones. Then once this fire pit looking construction was done she went about collecting sticks and assorted vegetation and built a typical half dome bird’s nest in the pit, arranging the edge stones has needed. Essentially I’d say she built a floor over the stone base. She then piled up dirt around the edge stone, which would the mound I was seeing on the others, which is not really a mound at all. She then collected various sticks to build up, building the back of the nest that gives it that hut like appearance. It was very intricate, yet sloppy looking compared to the one she had come from. The female she had shared a nest with walked over as if to examine the nest, the two of them squawking the whole time. The nest builder then went inside and rocked the nest about, settling in, then going outside and applying more dirt and rocks around the base. I had never before seen such a strange nest building technique.]

     [I wander where they drag their food off too. It’s so strange, I have seen them hunt, the male used to bring meat to my hut; still does just not as often, not since I stopped storing extra meat in the salt shack. However for all the time I have observed their nesting grounds I never see them eat there or carry any of their meat there, slight correction I have seen them eat fruit in the nesting grounds and then carry off the uneaten parts. As comfortable as these creatures have become with seeing me hunting to the south of the spring near the hills where the ship crashed, and around the spring; I get this sense of unease as the females start to gather and get closer rather ominously as when I start to move north of the hut to the east or west of their nesting zone. I don’t know how wide their territory is, but it might not be worth it to find out just to get around them, for if a rescue party arrives I would then be far away from the crash site and might not be rescued. Even if the best tasting fruits I have eaten here have all been gifts from the male Horus Bird, which I have not seen anywhere at all and are likely deeper in their territory. ]

      [Hare Pigs, that is the name I have chosen for the prey animal that is abundant in the forest. I have also chosen to call the armadillo like creature Shelled Musk on account of the smell its meat gives off when cooked; it most certainly the worst meat to cook around here. The snakes, Claw Snakes, the spiders, Giant Spiders, yes not very creative but I am certain there are few names left for larger than average spider species. While I am no zoologist, as a scientist I figure it is my duty to study and catalogue what I can while waiting for that rescue.]

   [The Horus Birds are warming up to me; well the male warmed up to me fairly quickly and the way it looks at me as I walk about sends shivers up my spine for some reason. Those all too human like eyes, there is just something…uncanny valley…yes that is it, although one would think that wouldn’t apply to something so bird like in appearance. At any rate, the females tended to keep their distance; or approach cautiously when they didn’t think I could see them. I am certain more than a few have stalked around my hut in the night checking it out. Well after all this time they have begun to walk near me in the daytime, not really paying much attention to me or paying me any mind when I go to feel my water bottle at the spring.]

    A day like so many recently, warm, sunny with only a few clouds in the sky, a slight cooling breeze whistling through the trees as Yoshuro Frank fills his water bottle at the spring; the sound of the water fall relaxing him. Nearby he sees one of the female Horus Hawks, one with black stripes in her dark brown feathers. As she drinks from the spring he can’t help but visualize that up close while he may have thought the male kind of parrot like with his colorations, between the hooked beak, shovel talon feet, broad tail feathers, coloration, and overall shape the females look more like a cross between a hawk and a roadrunner. He has seen them fly a few times, and while air born they are very hawk like.

   The female turns her head towards him, catching him staring at her. For some reason he feels less like he got caught by an animal looking at him and more like a woman caught him staring. He looks away just as the Horus Bird makes a strange cooing sound and takes a few steps towards him; he is frozen as he looks at those imposing talons walking his way; for as comfortable as he has gotten around them they are still wild animals.  It stops short of him turns away from him and sits down. It raises its rump slightly and in a move no bird he has ever seen do parts its tail feathers; granted he has seen them do this for the male. He has heard of animals acting like this towards people they have gotten a little too comfortable around; he gets up and starts to back away slowly so as not to startle the creature.

   *oomph*!

   He never heard the second one come up behind him. A second female, a lighter brown with more spotted colors has just shoved him onto the first one’s back. The female whose back he is on makes some excited noises and he sees the strangest thing as he grabs on afraid of what this very large and powerful creature might do because he so violently fell on it, the other one is rearing up and its vaginal slit and clitoris have just folded out, turning inside out apparently into a reddish pink tube. The second one is on the first one’s back in an instant, flapping about and making noises. Its breeding with the first one, and he is pinned to the female’s back by the very feminine breasts and abdomen crushing down on his back. Despite the motion, the all too mammalian motion and the size of the animals he isn’t being hurt, no it feels more like two soft giant bean bags or giant sofa cushions rhythmically massaging him. His legs are dangling off the sides on the ground however as he holds on to the female as best he can during this rather strange event.

  *Craaawww!*

  The motion stops as something very forceful seems to yank the (False Female) off the female’s back. The fiery colored male is holding the brown feathered male, however he isn’t fighting him, no the female colored male is presenting himself as the female had. Yoshuro Frank observes as the fiery male pushes his own reddish pink phallus against where the other’s phallus had emerged and in a motion that makes Yoshuro Frank fill a bit quesy pushes into it making it fold back up as the male pushes it in, the smaller male’s penis shrinking and compressing into the fold as well.

   The sheer oddness of the situation makes Yoshuro Frank forget he is still on the female’s back. Until the male looks at him, it actually does a double take while pumping its self into the noisy (False Female), looking at the female upon whose back he’s on and then back at him, the female makes a *coo* sound as they meet gazes.

   Yoshuro Frank rolls off the females back just as the male dismounts the (False Female). Before he can get up or off his back the female steps over him and practically sits on him with her incredibly warm body. He almost loses his breath as she leans forward on his chest to raise up for the male, who is quick to mount her. Once again crushed by two of these Horus Birds.

   “What am I, a sex toy,” he grumbles as they press him into ground, this new feeling he has never experienced before troubling him this feeling of being used like a prop.

   He fights with his suit, his will overcoming its design to release from around his crotch as between the warmth of this creature and its motions on top of him, his body betrays him as he actually becomes erect even as his mind tells him this is just some animals, just animals, just animals. It doesn’t help that the female starts grinding against his crotch, apparently feeling him growing beneath his suit.

   He is breathing heavily when the females stands, the male having departed, the (False Female) walking away from the spring after taking a few sips. The females walks a short distance and sits down, observing her mate and Yoshuro Frank. He looks up at the fiery male towering over him. It rears up and spreads its wings wide and *shrieks*. Finding a strength he didn’t know he still had Yoshuro Frank is on his feet and in the spring faster than he even processes what he is doing and swimming like a man being chased by a shark grunting (I’m gonna rape ya bitch) until he reaches the water fall. There amidst the rocks in the deeper end of the pool with no way for anything to get next to or beside him as big as a Horus Bird he stops to breath and process what the hell is going on.

   The male is *shrieking* in his direction and doing what looks like a dance of some sort. Yoshuro Frank can only try to wait out the large animal as it paces, his heart skips a beat as it puts a foot into the spring and then steps in as deep as its knees before backing out; thankfully the spring gets really deep well before the waterfall some thirty feet from the shore. The creature actually starts to make growling sounds as it paces, Yoshuro Frank’s eye twitches as it seems to be glaring at him. The female makes a strange singing kind of sound and the male sits down with a *huff* still watching him.

   After a few minutes Yoshuro Frank swears he hears the male *sigh*. It looks away a moment and then back at him an says, “Today…Shelled…Suit…Hut…Salt…”

   Yoshuro Frank is startled, however, it’s not a sentence, its….

   “Imitation,” he says aloud, “like a parrot and other birds.”

  “Imitation,” repeats the male, “Today…Today…Tonight…Coming,”

  The male stops and plucks at some long grass with its wing claws, nibbling on the tips and tossing them in the water.

  It looks right at Yoshuro Frank and says, “Come Here,” its voice rather demanding sounding,
“Come Here!”

  “Can you understand that?” asks Yoshuro Frank.

 He shoots back when the Horus Bird says, “Can,” but the moment is short lived as it says, “Come Can,”

  It scratches at the ground saying, “Come Can,”

  Yoshuro Frank narrows his eyes, “Seriously…”

  The Horus Bird tilts its head back as if surprised, as if catching something in Yoshuro Frank’s voice. It shakes its head making clicking sounds, gets up, and leaves. Something about its movements seems….angry.

  A moment later the female gets up and walks over to the side of the spring and makes a softer elongated clicking sound in Yoshuro Frank’s direction, and three ke ke ke noises that sound strangely like laughter. The female makes one last sound and playfully splashes some water with her middle foot talon in his direction before walking off.

   Yoshuro Frank after a length of time later he isn’t certain of, waiting a listening, as well as calming down in the water fall finally decides he can’t stay there forever. He slowly and quietly as possible makes his way along the edge of the rocks to a point he can get out at and makes his away ashore and way back towards his hut. The suit’s drying function is quick to activate as he also activates the recorder device built into the wrist.

   [Thanks to the animals, these Horus Birds that is, becoming…comfortable around me I was able to observe a rather…interesting mating ritual. I had recorded before that the animals will entice a the male to mate via same sex mounting. While I am sure that is still the case I have discovered that rather than having dimorphism between the genders this species has in fact Polymorphism, as I have discovered that there are males, at least one I know of, in the flock with the same plumage as the females. This False Female as I have decided to call it even has reproductive organs that imitate those of a female, internal genitalia that folds out for breeding; granted however I have not seen if the Dominant Male is built the same way or not. This False Female had mounted a female of the species. Shortly after the Dominant Male arrived and first mounted the False Female and then the female. This behavior has been seen in some lower orders of animals in which the sneaky males impersonating females will cause the alpha males to use up their sperm on them so the sneaky males can pass on their genes. It would seem in this social species setting it may be the same or a similar case. It could be the Dominant Male just tolerates them, given how often I  have observed breeding and their behavior in regards to it it’s possible that like dolphins and some primates this species has sex for fun and not just for reproduction.]

   He turns off the recorder and says, “There is no possible way I am letting anyone ever know how close I was observing that…or how I was involved…”  *blegh*, “weird fricken…oh shit!”

   He ducks behind a tree as the fiery plumage of the Dominant Male can be seen flying overhead as he comes to the edge of three line, there is something shiny in its mouth.

    [Unbelievable, while I was out…researching, the Dominant Male Horus Bird; which I spotted flying away from this area ransacked my hut. Rather it made off with some stored meats and the Bioscanner. Thankfully I already know most of what is edible around here; it would have been useful however to have it to find more, as well of course continue to look for anything with medicinal properties.]

  [ The loss of the Bioscanner however is not the worst of it, nor is a few stored meats from when I thought colder weather was on the way; the worst of it is that the beacon was taken. Both the receiver from the hut; and the beacon I had placed high up on the rocky hill above the crash site.  This creature has taken shiny objects before, from the crash site and surrounding debris. I suppose it must have been flying up high and spotted the beacon. Why or how it would also take the receiver inside my hut I don’t know. I know it has seen me carrying around the bioscanner, so that may have played a part in that; but the receiver as well? If I am lucky the beacon was already picked up by the inter-dimensional receivers back on Earth; and for all I know the difference in time and space here is enough to make it feel like a regular rescue timescale is much longer; or conversely locking on to this dimension has been difficult; in which case the beacon still going would be immensely helpful for them back home to find me.]

    It is indeed lucky that he knows what plants and animals for the most part are edible and can gather them and make weapons to hunt as the male has not dropped off any fruit for several days. Yoshuro Frank has always made it a point to avoid the spring. Fortunately in his longer around walks he has found out where the groves are where the Horus Birds are getting their fruit; unfortunately the females are guarding the trees and chased him off; a very terrifying experience. There is a path he takes to the beach some distance away, almost a half days walk one way, a trip he has only made to gather salt water in his compression pouch to separate the salt out for use in his salt shack, granted the device’s purpose is to acquire fresh water. This of course is his real reason for coming to the beach this day. While there he spots some large orange crabs and almost as if by instinct traps one in his fruit and berries gathering basket.

  “Too bad I can’t tell if I can actually eat these things,” he says aloud as he dumps the animal out.

  The sound of something large approaching draws his attention, ducking behind some rocks he sees a smaller female Horus Bird walking along the surf. He is certain there are more nearby; he has never seen one alone before. It stops and looks in his direction and makes a loud sound; he is certain it’s a warning or calling for others; but nothing happens. He looks out and it is just standing there, not approaching, and just looking in his direction. It looks down at another of the orange crabs and quick as a whip smashes it with its talon. It picks it up between its talons and lifts it up to its beak and eats it. It makes the sound of his bio-scanner when he finds something edible.

  “They…all learned that sound?” he asks aloud, “and…are associating it with food?”

  He looks down and sets his basket down and kicks the crab into it before closing the lid. The Horus Bird bobs her head at him and makes another weird chirping sound. The Horus Bird then backs up slightly, tilting its head at him and heads off in the direction of the nesting grounds through the trees.

   “Just to be safe,” he says looking at the crab in the basket, “I’ll boil you completely.”

  He shrugs, “well so far everything those creatures have brought me have been edible.”

  He narrows his eyes, “Just…how smart are they?”

  He shrugs again and picks up his things, the basket with its lid tied shut, his spear which hasn’t seen any action this day, and compression and desalinization devices which he places in a pouch he made from an animal hide.

   As he walks through the woods, the day now late in the afternoon as he approaches the end he hears a lot of loud squawking and splashing. He makes his way up the hills near the spring to get a good hidden vantage point. There he sees several of the females…swimming.

  “They…can swim,” he says with a sinking feeling turning a bit pale.

  He raises a brow as he sees the females pushing the fiery plumaged male towards the water making odd sounds at him. The dark brown female with the black stripes that he saw the other day…very up close, which he thanks that for why he can recognize that one from the rest so easily , swims out to the waterfall, practically flying in the water over to the exact spot where he had escaped to.

  “What?” he says to himself, “is…going on?”

  The male is very reluctant to enter the water, even as more females show up, including the smaller one he saw earlier that day on the beach. With their long legs and strong muscles that distance was no doubt nothing to this creature.  The large dark brown female swims over and gets out of the water squawking loudly at the male, very aggressively. Yoshuro Frank is certain for a moment they will fight. Yet oddly, very unlike any dominant male he has ever seen the male backs down and gets knee deep in the water and sits down. He has to hold back some laughter as the animal shakes its head, clearly disliking this.

   Yoshuro Frank clicks on his recorder.

  [For reasons…unknown; it appears that the Dominant Male is being taught how to swim by the rest of the flock. Given their behavior its possible they have a wolf pack mentality with both a Dominant Male and Dominant Female; the sight of this fiery plumaged male swimming is so strange that it borders on ludicrous. It must be so for them as it looks like the entire flock is here…the…entire…at least the male and most of the fe..males.]

   It dawns on him, “If they are here, then the male’s nest, his stash of shiny objects…the beacon equipment…and the bio-scanner…”

  He practically drops his weapons and dumps out his pouch in grass right there to make room for much more precious cargo. He makes a curved arch around the spring into the woods, scoping out the nesting grounds. From a distance he doesn’t see anything there, he couldn’t be certain all the females were around the spring, some are always away by the grove too. He carefully makes his way around the outskirt, because after all the nesting ground and the spring are in a direct line of sight of each other. The cul-de-sac shaped nesting ground has the larger nest of the male at its end, in direct line of sight with the edge of the spring. No doubt how it saw the False Female that one day. This makes what he is doing trickier as he can see the brown feathers of the females off in the distance from here as well.

   “Okay,” says Yoshuro Frank as he goes behind the hut, “it’s been sticking things either in the nest or under it. So my equipment is either out here or…inside.”
  He makes his way around the hut like nest very slowly examining it for his equipment. Taking a look around to make sure nothing sees him he peeks inside and sitting right there, rather oddly right out in the back of the nest are all three devices. The beacon’s light is off. He peers in, but its not broken, the switch is off.

   “huh” he says taking one last look around and stepping out in front of the hut.

  A very loud predatory cry shakes him, a cry from above. He stumbles back looking up, not at a female or the fiery male, but a dark blue version of the Horus Bird, with darker blue almost black feathers mixed in. It rears up and spreads its wings shrieking down at him, fast as a whip however two females rush over from either side standing between Yoshuro Frank and the new male, which stumbles backwards as it was clearly about to lunge down at him but rethinks that decision with these two new arrivals. Their warning cries bring many more females out of hiding around the nests and the rest back from the spring. The two females part as the red male steps up and almost over Yoshuro Frank to his left. It looks down at him silent and back at the other male, making a few chirping sounds.

   The blue male leaps down to Yoshuro Frank’s right side. The red male maneuvers its self between them and even extends its wing down covering Yoshuro Frank. He starts to scoot backwards but the male positions its longer tail down as if to tell him to stay put. He’d rather not be caught next to these two animals fighting each other, especially not at this angle where he can see both sets of formidable talons. The two large creatures are making strange sounds at each other, Yoshuro Frank even notices that their throats even move when he can’t hear anything.

  “Ultra Sonic,” he thinks, “or infrasonic sounds mixed into the audible range?”

  Curiosity not withstanding he is still on the ground next to the almost shovel like talons of this creature. He tries to stand; as he does so the fiery male tightens its wing on him pushing him into the beast’s warm soft side not unlike a large warm and welcoming pillow, the feathers are a bit hard though almost like armor plating.

  “How can this creature even fly?” he wanders to himself, shaking it off.

  On instinct he tries to walk forward, trying to get out from under its wing. He stops short as the fiery male puts its wing claws on his shoulder pushing him directly in front of its chest and neck as it rears up a little standing a head taller now than the other male, its then grasps him with its other wing claws holding him gently with those imposing talons, those talons he had never seen so close before and now realize are incredibly sharp. The creature makes some rather loud and aggressive sounding noises at the blue male. The blue male shakes its head about making vibrating sounds that feel frustrated to Yoshuro Frank.

   Yoshuro Frank looks at the ground, at the male holding him and its steely gaze at the other male, and the females gathered around, “wait a minute,” he says aloud, “its protecting me?”

  The blue male bends down and looks directly into Yoshuro Frank’s eyes and makes a rolling crackle of a sound.

  Yoshuro Frank smiles weakly and says on impulse, “Cheep, Cheep.”

  The blue male backs up quickly and throws its head back making a strange sound that reminds Yoshuro Frank of laughter, like the sound of a bird laughing. The blue male shakes his head vigorously as if shaking it off and makes a few more sounds, including those Yoshuro Frank can’t hear, and motions before walking off. It runs a good distance with its wings spread and takes off into the air; Yoshuro Frank had never seen one take off before; it looks…difficult.

   A moment passes as the blue male vanishes out of sight over the sea, Yoshuro Frank figures there must be another island very nearby given that they seem to have difficulty flying. The red fiery male still has its talon like wing claws on his shoulders, and starts to gently rub them up and down as if trying to calm him, accompanied by cooing sounds. Yoshuro Frank tries to slowly pull free, it tightens its grip slightly and pulls him closer. No sooner does it do this than the large darker brown female with the black stripes comes over and makes deep and high pitched noises at the male. He releases his grip allowing Yoshuro Frank to step away.

   There he is, deep in the nesting site, the large odd acting male standing right next to him, a fairly large female just as close by, and  slew of others standing around, watching him, all eyes on him, silent for the most part only a few making soft sounds to each other. He turns towards the male’s nest eying his beacon and bio-scanner, there is no way he could get them now without being trapped; yes…it dawns on him, this whole thing the females hiding nearby could have easily blocked him in the males nest…baited…he shakes his head trying to remove the thought. He backs away slowly, back towards the runway like path towards the spring, eyeing the woods. He knows better, in the open or in the woods these creatures can easily out run him if makes a break for it; and as his wilderness training taught him; running in this situation could be the worst thing he could possibly do. As he backs away towards the spring path he hears a soft cooing coming from his right; it is the smaller female he saw at the beach; and its carrying in its wing claws the basket with the crab in it. It reaches out, handing him the cage as it coos at him. He takes the cage and utters a soft and confused, “thank you,”.

   Behind him he hears the male say, “thank you,” looking back he sees the pouch he dropped when surprised a moment ago being picked up by the male’s foot and handed off to his wing claw, it examines the pouch, even opening it. He figures there is no way he can get that back right now either and bows at the smaller female by reflex to thank it. It bows back, he laughs slightly under his breath and continues to move from the nesting site.

   The entire way back to his hut he knows he is being followed by a small group of females including the smaller female; he has seen them hunt several times and this movement around him is very similar. They however never move in any closer. He is able to get back to his hut and practically collapses on the make shift bed he made for himself.

     [I…I am not certain of how to report this, to word this, I have gone over the facts in my head numerous times since it happened. Did they, the Horus Birds, take the bio-scanner and beacon equipment intentionally? Did they observe me just as I observed them and figured out those things were important to me, and thus used them as bait to lure me into a trap? They were sitting out in plain sight…inside the male’s nest at the back of the nest…so not really in plain sight I guess. If that other male…perhaps a sub-species or else the males come in a wider variety of colors than red. There was a blue colored male that appeared and confronted the red colored male of the local nesting site. The local male and his females chased it off…the females. When I went after the equipment, thinking the nesting site empty those two females appeared out of nowhere on either side of me as soon as the foreign male appeared. If I had gone inside the nest they easily could have trapped me there. Perhaps I am anthropomorphizing them, I am have been stuck here for some time now. I am probably seeing things, appointing them characteristics they don’t have.]

    Yoshuro Frank awakens the next day to the sound of chirping, the small puff ball birds that wake him every morning lately. He pauses a moment as he looks at the corner with the half whittled desk is and where he had the receiver for the beacon sitting. His mind plays a trick on him, convincing him for a moment that the previously day was but a dream; a short lived fantasy as the reality comes back to him that it really did happen, and looking around it also dawns on him that he has been marooned here long enough to practically build a house, granted a little one room shed sized one, a shack, a fire pit, and to have started on building furniture that was more than just some rocks he had piled up. He thinks for a moment about when he saw the Horus Bird building a nest and how his hut isn’t much different.

    Just as the day is heating up, a little too hot this day, Yoshuro Frank needs to replenish his water supply. Moving carefully, keeping an eye out for any Horus Birds he makes his way down to the spring. Rather than climb up to the source of the water as he intended his heat addled brain autopilots his body to where he normally goes down at the path between the nesting site and his hut. There while filling his container a large splash causes him to freeze; the large dark brown female with the black stripes is swimming in the water and just emerged on shore not far from him. He swears it looks like the creature is smiling and its eyes sparkling as it looks at him. It stands up straight but does not spread out its wings, its wet feathers clinging to its frame, those wide hips and large all too human like breasts. His heart skips a beat as the creature makes a cooing sound and runs its claws down the sides of its body along its large yet clearly stiff and bit muscular breasts. The creature leans its flexible neck down and with its long grey tongue flicks at its own nipple. Yoshuro Frank practically falls on his ass in surprise watching wide eyed and sweating at the scene before him as the avian creature dances. The motion of its body, the swing, and sway of the wings, all hit something deep inside Yoshuro Frank.

   As he stands up sweating and hot, barely able to focus much thanks to the heat his suit reacts automatically to his growing erection and parts for it. The large female stops dancing coos and turns her back to him as she sits down and raises her rump while parting her tail feathers and some other feathers he never noticed before separate to expose her pink intamacy. He shakes his head and starts to back up. The female sensing his hesitation turns onto her back in a very unnatural posture for something like this to Yoshuro Frank’s mind; but…yet…in this posture despite the wings now slightly open exposing those large muscular thighs, round belly, and large breasts, despite the killer talon feet and beaked head she looks almost…human. She coos at him, her labia pulsing. Yoshuro Frank almost laughs, it has been so long, so long trapped here…he…just…can’t…and she…is…inviting…him…



    His brain might as well be shutting down from the heat and giving way to baser instincts, or at least that’s what he tells himself as he lets himself down onto the feathery creature between those legs, trying not to step on her tail feathers as he enters her warm pink, very human like pussy. She wriggles beneath him cooing as he enters, he is forced to maneuver his legs as she pulls her tail feathers together between his legs. It is a bit awkward in this missionary position. As he slowly pumps his wanton shaft into this womanly creature he loses himself to the passion and goes for her hidden nipples, his licks clearly exciting her as she makes what can only be described as loud rolling purrs; her wet feathers warming up and drying in the day’s heat and the heat of their entwined bodies. His first ejaculation is quick, however before he can get off she locks her legs around his back, her talons just behind his head with how her legs bend. She manipulates her pussy, pulsating and milking him back to full erection. She lets out a pleased purr as he takes the hint, and is surprised his body is so responsive to this weird alien creature’s body’s coaxing.

   So engrossed in their love making is he that he never hears the foot steps behind him. It is when the shadow crosses his line of sight that he realizes that another is behind him, looking back as best he can he see it is the fiery plumaged male, with the female’s legs on his back however he can’t really move. The male leans down its flesh ripping beak next to his buttocks, as protected as he is by his nanite powered suit he remembers that these creatures have ripped off chunks of his ship’s hull with those beaks. He can feel the long tongue of the male caress his buttocks through his suit as it makes its way down. Out of fear, and having been spent twice he has shrunk, yet is still in the female. That long flexible tongue brushes past his balls and into the female’s intimate warmth, between the long wriggling tongue and the warm innards of the female he is brought back to full erection. His hard breathing is matched by that of the female as they are both pleasured by the male’s tongue. As he relaxes from the massage the tongue is giving his shaft, scrotum, and just behind is scrotum massaging his prostate from the outside, the female releases her legs spreading them out. However they are replaced by her wings hugging him to her ample chest, he is glad that his nanite suit is as strong as it is or else he fears those wing talons might dig into his tender human flesh while she is in ecstasy from being double penetrated in the same hole. He convulses suddenly, ejaculating stronger than the first two times deep into the female and onto the male’s tongue.

   The male withdraws his tongue quickly, and the female tightens her pussy around the base of Yoshuro Frank’s shaft, actually preventing him from losing his erection, he has never before lasted so many times, and cum so strongly. He can feel the male climbing onto his back, its nine inches long pink phallus probing around his back side. Both the male and the female make what sound to be relaxing cooing sounds, that he feels are directed at him. It is in this moment that everything hits him at once; the male had put out the fire in front of his all too flammable lean-to and guarded him through the night; the meat and fruit it brought him; he had thought it acting like an obedient dog, no, “it was courting me,” he thinks to himself, “the food, that dance, I accepted the offering and…”

  He remembers the spring, being caught between the False Female and the female he is now with and how before that he had seen that the females and False Females would mount each other to entice the male. He had fled, he had taken the gifts it gave, it had allowed it near him, and he had unknowenly granted, but still, enticed it, making him to it a major cock tease.

  “He was attracted to me from day one and was courting me this whole time,” he thinks, “well…not like it’s my first time.”

  He remembers the girls he knew in training and college, how popular penetrating men had become in pop culture lately, and while granted they never used anything as big as what this alien is packing they weren’t far off.

  Yoshuro Frank takes a deep breath remembering those guard feathers the female had and thus how this must seem to the male and mentally orders his suit to open back there. He winces and grunts in pain as the male tries to enter his dry hole. The male makes an odd sound and backs off, the female makes a weird clicking sound and the male leaves. In the short time he is gone the female’s wing claws stroke his back showing more abdominal flexibility than he thought wings had, but she never loosens her pussy’s grip on his shaft, when the male comes back he is carrying a large grey soccer ball looking fruit. Yoshuro Frank recognizes it, the bio-scanner had said it was edible, a ground growing fruit, but he found its innards to be too slimy and slippery and tasting like Crisco. He hears a crack as the male crushes it between his wing claws and feels the warm goop dropped onto his backside.

  “It’s lubricating me?” he says aloud surprised by the foresight.

  Barely a moment later the male is on his back again and this time pushing in with little difficulty. Slowly at first, tenderly testing his ass as it pushes in. His ass ends up taking the full nine inches. Then it just sits there on him, it leans down and meets the beak of the female, rubbing beaks for a moment. They open their mouths and Yoshuro Frank watches as their flexible tongues entwine like two mating snakes. As their beaks lock together the male starts to slowly pump in Yoshuro Frank’s backside, the motion so different from what he had seen this same exact male do with the False Female before. Before long Yoshuro Frank finds himself ejaculating again, and maybe twice more before it’s over. He loses all track of time between these strong ejaculations and those of the male into his stretched out orifice.

   He has no idea how long it went on for, by the time the fiery male finally pulls out Yoshuro Frank is exhausted and practically falls asleep on top of the large female. The next thing he remembers is coming to and being carried on the back of the female, the male walking beside them. The two are squawking at each other and chirping, it sounds to Yoshuro Frank like they are having a conversation. The male’s eyes look at him, despite the feathers Yoshuro Frank swears it looks like the alien creature is forcing a smile at the corners of its mouth. He can hear others making noise and see that they are in the nesting site as it falls asleep again.

   When he next comes to it’s a bit dark and he feels like he is being fanned, lying on his stomach between some sticks and something soft; before him is a clay bowl decorated in red symbols filled with water. He sticks his head in and sucks up as much as he can, forgetting that when dehydrated one is supposed to take it easy. He stops when he feels a claw stroking his back. It is then that he realizes that he is in the nest of the male, lying down next to it. The fanning had been its wing fanning him, concerned.

  “As well it should be,” thinks Yoshuro Frank as between how exhausted he feels and dehydrated his legs and lower back feel strained as if he had been walking or running all day.

   As the male strokes his back Yoshuro Frank sees something shiny in the nest right next to his left hand, glittering in the moon light. A small silver disk. Looking up he sees the male is looking outside the nest while petting him. He sneaks his hand between the twigs and plucks out the device and slips it into the collar of his suit, where it automatically connects and merges in.

  “The translator,” thinks Yoshuro Frank as he *yawns*, realizing it was the middle of the afternoon when he went to the spring, but still, how long did this creature,

   “There there,”

   Yoshuro Frank’s thoughts are cut off as he hears this soft voice above him, he looks up wide eyed at the alien creature as it looks down and says “my beautiful silvery virgin…your first time wasn’t so bad after all was it?”