Chapter #5Or a bird '' eagle'' by: blader   You sat huddled into a corner. The only person you knew on this island of freaks had just been taken by some black bird to an unknown fate and now you were left here all alone. You sat near the back, although there weren't that may left, you could just imagine how you looked, scared and now more or less alone. A few anthros walked right past you not even noticing you till one walked in. She was a bald eagle, taller than most anthros, you'd say about 12 feet to the average 10, she looked like a bald eagle, white feathers covered her head and a yellow beak, her body, arms and legs were covered in brown feathers and both her arms and legs ended in yellow 4-fingered hands and feet that ended in black razor sharp claws. She was quite muscular and she carried herself with an air that more or less said "don't fuck with me" discouraging you from staring at her for too long. As soon as you broke eye contact however she walked right up to you, ignoring every other prisoner.
"Hey what's this one's story?" she yells at the guard.
"Newest prisoner, you want him, 20 coins" the guard replies.
She turns and stares at you, her eyes piercing straight into you "if he's new he hasn't been trained, 15" she replies.
The guard sighs but gives up motioning for the eagle and her to walk out, she comes back in a minute holding what looked like a dog collar, although big enough for you, the black bird that took Matt got one as well before she led him out. She unceremoniously dropped it over your head but surprisingly waited for you to stand up and follow her. "Looks like she doesn't want to eat me" you think semi-happily as she leads you out of the dungeon and away from the palace, heading towards the village that you passed through when you first arrived. After a few minutes of walking she stopped, looked around and pulled the leather "chain" short, so short that you had no choice but to follow right beside her. She seemed pleased with herself as she continued walking along.
A few seconds later you got another shock as she started to gently stroke your cheek with one clawed finer, that wasn't the shock however as after a few seconds you found yourself gently leaning against her moving yourself so she had an easier time stroking you. She really seemed pleased with this as she gave off what you could only describe as a cooing sound, reaching down she gently started stroking your cheek with her entire palm the scales on her hand feeling quite smooth and surprisingly soft, almost like skin as she stroked you.
"I'm not going to hurt you" she says, the shock of her talking knocking you out of the small reverie you had fallen into. "Although I'm very glad you like me, as I like you" she says giving off that same soft cooing sound before going back to stroking you with her palm as the two of you walked.
"Getting a bit soft are we Miranda?" A voice says, Miranda wheeling around pulling you close to her chest as she does so.
"What do you want Lira?" she replies, you gently move one of her arms out of the way and you get your first look at the other figure, she was an eagle like Miranda although much smaller, only about 8 feet tall as compared to Miranda's 12 and her body was covered in black feathers rather than brown.
"From how you were acting it almost looked like you cared for that male" she replied in a quite condescending tone
"Males serve only one purpose, to do whatever we say, they are slaves, entertainment, breeding stock nothing more, and it seems the male you have with you hasn't been taught that yet" she says.
As Lira talked you could feel every hair on your body stand up, and you found yourself trying to bury/hide yourself in Miranda's feathers.
Miranda just glared at her, one hand moving to gently stroke your back, "come now Miranda you know that the best males are those that have been "taught" give him to me and I promise he'll never even think of disobeying you" Lira continues her eyes for some reason piercing you with what you could feel as a hate filled stare.
"Fuck off Lira, and if I hear that you have even thought of touching him I will kill you" Miranda says before lifting you up into a bridal carry and jogging off towards the village. She doesn't stop till she reaches a hut and sets you down gently on the dirt floor. You tried to stand up but your legs collapsed out from under you, that was how scared you were.
Miranda lifted you up into a hug one hand gently stroking your back, "it's alright, I promise I will not let her hurt you, you are mine, and I will protect you" she says. "you again found yourself buried in her feathers, returning the hug as best you could, after a minute she let you go.
"I still haven't asked, what's your name?"
"Jake"
"Well Jake welcome home, I know it's not the nicest place, certainly not as nice as the palace, but better than a dungeon right?" you nod trying to seem enthusiastic but it was kind of hard as you were still a slave.
"What are you going to do with me?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm your slave aren't I?"
"No, as I said you are mine, but you do not belong to me.....how do I put this? You are the watcher of my home, father of m children, you are my mate." You just sat there staring at her a bit stunned.
"Pardon?" was all you could choke out after a minute of silence.
Miranda sighed "What Miranda said was somewhat true, many anthros believe that men are only good for, well serving us, as long as they fulfill our needs they are useful, and for times....when there is no food. But I don't believe this I believe that men can be our equals, my father was wonderful, kind, sweet, he died protecting me as a child, men aren't something to just be used and thrown away" Miranda started to tear up a little as she mentioned her father and you let her continue.
"I went to look for a man who was free of our influence one that hadn't been "taught" to fear us....one I could love, and would love me, and I found you" she finishes her eyes falling on yours. Needless to say you were stunned, every anthro you had seen here had more or less told you that you were good for nothing more than food or pleasure, but this eagle was the complete opposite.
"Of course I still have to mark you with my scent, so the entire island knows you are mine, so I am asking if you would join me willingly rather than me having to force you, it would be much better for both of us that way"
"So, you'll just like rub up against me?"
Miranda giggled, "of course not, I can only mark you with my sweat, besides how else are you to become the 'father of my children'"
With a yelp you were lifted up, Miranda again carrying you like a new bride into what had to be her bedroom, a quite soft looking bed of what seemed to be molted feathers and leaves taking up the majority of the room. Miranda lowered you onto the bed before walking a few steps away, turning and then running up and pouncing on you. You felt her cheek gently cuddle against your, her arms wrapping around you possessively before moving away slightly her eyes meeting yours for a second before she leaned in, opening her beak slightly and kissed you.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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