Knocked Up On Pride
#23 of Just a Series of Things
I honestly don't know why I made this.
"Gold...no...Portraits...no...Jewelry!...no..." The figure trudged past his collective rewards from times where his heroism was so widely accepted that gifts were bestowed no matter how modest he was. In fact, being given compensation for his actions inflated his ego, made him into a pride-filled egomaniac and left him a shell of his former self when he had become a myth.
Mighty Eagle was not a fan of being lonely, having only his memories to keep him company whenever Ready, Boomstick and...Chuck weren't around to visit. They were such an adventurous trio, those three. Especially Chuck...little guy really had the energy that Mighty Eagle himself was no match for. It made him proud to see those three zeroes become heroes for their little island down below, and he had been so happy to at least be a participant in the matter. Why should he think about those events?
Well, it was the only time he did something and didn't receive a reward other than half-hearted praise.
It was supposed to be nothing, but it hung over him like a storm cloud, leaving him grounded to his cave and unable to face those birds without feeling like he'll say something that'll make them resent him as opposed to idolize. And his legacy is all he had at this point.
This trip down forlorn lane was met with a sight that passed by to the eagle's left, only to realize that it had been the mirror that he had leaning against the cave wall. The origin of its creator wasn't known, and it's been too long from the point of receiving it to learn why he got it, but Mighty always took a good look at himself in it during his prime. Now, it was like he was a washed up singer who tried to go solo but fell flat without a band. His face was marred with signs of regretful fatigue, eyes trailing down to that disgusting potbelly of his.
He hated it with a passion, because it was shaped in a way that made it look like all of the muscle he used to have in his glory days decided to take a break and slide down to make him fat. It made him ashamed to call himself Mighty Eagle when he didn't even look the part. But he was beating himself up too much, that much was certain. He looked away from the mirror and brushed his crown feathers back. Perhaps he needed to wash his face or somethi-
"Aren't you going to say hello?" The eagle stopped in his tracks, looking behind him to see if there had been a guest at the front before discovering no one present, and looking back towards the inner sanctum of his cave didn't show anyone had snuck in. For a moment, he had thought Chuck had zoomed up here and merely forgot to hug him to let him know he was there for him. But then Mighty heard a knock nearby and his mirror was reverberating the sound.
Confused, he slowly stepped back around to face the reflective surface but what he saw instead of his own form was something he thought only dreams could provide.
It was him.
No really, he was looking at himself in the mirror, but there was a stark contrast; the "reflection" wasn't overweight or looked dumpy as a hermit would, instead being fit like a true eagle and looking like a superstar at the height of his fame. His confident smirk was taunting to Mighty, and his figure reminded him when he would see his own feet without a struggle.
"That's right, drink me in. After all, I would be surprised if I were looking at myself at my best." That voice carried a lot of arrogance and Mighty scoffed it off.
"I don't need to reflect on my past to know when I'm at my best. The Mighty Eagle never has a downfall of glory!' Take that you mysterious specter.
"We both know that's a lie..." Dammit, caught his bluff like a fish into a beak. "I am you, remember? Your doubts, your fears, your dreams, your nightmares...It's all a track that I am more than happy to listen to."
"Even if you are me, specter, what do you want? I have better things to do than talk to a mere mirage."
"What, pray tell, could that be? You don't congregate with others unless called and you surely aren't invited to go anywhere. You'd be better off with the excuse of napping than trying to fool me into thinking you're still sociable." Mighty was not enjoying this. It was like this specter of his image read him out loud like a book and could tell that he was nothing more than a lazy eagle who let himself go too far.
"So what?"
"What if I could give you something better to do?"
"And what, pray tell, can a sight in a mirror do to entertain me?"
"Do you want to be beloved amongst all again?" Strange, Mighty had been ready to say yes right off the bat but doubt snatched his voice away and he just stood there with his beak parted. Was he still beloved among the birds? He knows Chuck is smitten with him but....he hasn't...seen anyone else with that...enthusiasm.
"Go on..." Not full submission but a faux curiosity to see if this is truly just some hallucination of his pride trying to pump his ego back up to the sizable blimp it usually is. Or actually some kind of manifestation in his past likeness trying to con him for his treasure hoard.
"Give me one thing precious to you and I will shatter the barrier that keeps you from being as mighty as you say you are."
"...HAHAHAHAH!" Mighty Eagle's laughter sounded out from even the confines of his cave, hearty as his inner duty to keep the Isle of Birds safe from harm. When he was not greeted to a snickering specter that realized that its joke was recognized, acknowledge but not to be performed and instead an expression of repressed agitation, Mighty coughed himself into a halt, clearing his throat at the same time. "...you're serious?"
"As death. But it looks like you'd rather laugh at opportunity than accept an escape from the hole you keep digging yourself into, so I will be departing."
"No wait! I...." Oh by the gods was this going to sting his ego a tad. Mighty Eagle doesn't apologize for his own actions, but if he wanted to have a change from his usual lax routines than he better take what he can get or he'll be stuck as a loser forever. "I...I'm sorry. Please, let me have this chance."
The specter in the mirror had been almost out, nothing more than a departing foot stuck in the middle of moving before the "reflection" brought himself back into view but retained his cold face. "That's what I thought. Now then, give me one thing precious to you and I'll consider helping you out of your rut."
"Just one thing, right?"
"One lone thing. Try not to take too long thinking; it's closer than you think." This brought up a problem with Mighty; looking around the area where the mirror rested, there was gold, trinkets and appliances he would consider special, but he wouldn't need the specter to tell him that they held as much value to him than a rock to kick into the Lake of Wisdom. The choices were getting narrower and soon he was out of ideas.
"I...don't know what I have here that I can give you. Honestly."
"You really don't have it figured out?"
Mighty shook his head in the negative. "Not a clue. Could you maybe give me a hint?"
"Perhaps you need a demonstration than just some clue..." That was more of an agreeable standpoint. The specter beckoned him forward, Mighty keeping close but not to a point where he'd touch the mirror. "Turn around." Odd command, but it seemed harmless. Perhaps what he was supposed to be looking for had been hiding under his beak the whole time and the specter would just point it out for him. Then, the breeze outside began to howl and blow into the cave, Mighty's feathers being shoved behind him and knocking a few loose in the process. What was causing this sudden turnaround in calm weather!?
The cold hands holding his ass.
Mighty barely had time to register that the "reflection" had not only started pulling him into the mirror against his will and was succeeded in the endeavor with slow and steady progress but also looked as evil as the turgid eagle had assumed of them with that sickening smile before he was suddenly stuck between both the real world and whatever realm the reflection was trying to pull him into. Luckily for Mighty, his potbelly saved him from being completely ripped from the reality he grew up in and he was perpetually stuck with only his lower half out of sight.
But that seemed to be exactly what the specter wanted, for that freezing sensation came back with a power unlike any other and Mighty was quickly subdued by the chilling sensation of something sliding into his vent.
Of all the things he could be mighty about, his lack of a general endowment was not one of them. What he had was just a simple cloaca, and the specter was going to claim it with his cold erection. Mighty could barely get a hold on the situation, asking so many "why"s but not enough "how"s until it was too late, and that slimy thing invaded into his sacred hole and made short work of digging through his legendary walls.
"Your dignity shall suffice...~" So that's what it wanted; it didn't want some material thing that could break or be forgotten, nor somebody that Mighty held with great regard that he had to sacrifice to look good, all it wanted was to strip him of his pride.
And that was more painful than the thrusts that rocked his body in the normal world.
The specter's pace was brutal-hard going in, hard going out-and it left Mighty's body rocking back and forth through the realms like he was stuck in a hole in his cave again. He was a virgin no longer, having had the idea of saving up for someone worth it rent from his future as his evil specter took away his dignity with every merciless push into that trapped vent. The more it went on, the more Mighty cursed himself for "liking" it. His vent was supposed to be fighting off the intruder and denying it any deep entry so that he could still consider himself close to innocent, but it was relaxed and letting the "reflection" take him without a fight. And no matter how hard he screamed through his brain to make his body stop, he found that the disconnection of his body from the lower end left everything unresponsive to his mental pleas.
He was trapped and he couldn't even save himself from supposedly liking it.
It hurt, the specter's cock seemingly huge in comparison to the dicks that Mighty's seen in the past, and no part of his vent was left untouched by the girth of his rapist. It was all made worse when he heard that vile mockery of a bird groan and something even more chilling than the flesh that tore through his unwilling yet accepting walls began to squirt into his cloaca. He was both thankful and fearful that it was only precum because this meant that it was going to be over soon.
It was going to be over soon.
The specter's thrusts picked up in speed, bringing a tear to Mighty's eyes as he had to hold on to not get tossed around. His innards felt mashed, shoved around to make room for a cock more superior than flight capabilities and they were left in a frozen state as more of the specter's precum began to fill him up again. The stuck eagle's pride felt like it had sunk to a low it'll never be able to crawl back up from, pleading to whatever gods could hear him to ask what he did to deserve this. Yet, no matter how much he prayed, he still fell victim to the icy load that the evil eagle discharged into ihs body.
His potbelly was given a reason to grow, sagging beneath Mighty and nearly touching the floor in the sheer volume before it became too much and he leaked out the rest. His legs twitched in the mirror realm and he felt broken...shattered...
"With the price of your dignity, I'll see you later. You have something else to give pride for..."
Mighty shot up from his nest, feeling his face feathers matted down from the sheer amount of sweat that had built up. A nightmare ...thank the heavens above and below that it was just a nightmare. It all felt so real-from getting stuck to...
A soaked spot had built up below him and Mighty rose up only to see that he had soiled the floor of his nest in...cum? No, there was no acrid stench rising up to make his nares sting from the powerful odor of piss, that was cum matting his crotch and his nest. Before he could question it, he heard a whistle from nearby and he turned.
The specter from the nightmare was there at the passageway outside to the rest of the cave, clad in nothing but his cowboy hat and studded chaps. Instead of that sadistic face that marred Mighty's memories as of right now, it was a concerned expression that stayed as the seemingly alive "reflection" stepped in to check up on the fat eagle.
"Wet the bed again, hun?" Mighty blushed and looked away, whining a little as he couldn't just lie and say it was something else.
"Sorry....h-had a weird dream with you in it is all."
"Oh, do tell." The more fit avian took a knee near Mighty's perch and he felt more embarrassment well up in his being as his partner was curious. And when curiosity won the battle, secrets always lost.
"It was just how we met....just...if you weren't so nice."
"So what, I was dirty-talking?"
"No just ...the kind of not-nice that'd...scar somebody."
The gears turned into the buffer eagle's mind and it clicked in him before he laid a wing of support on Mighty's shoulder. "I understand. Let's just try to move on from that, seeing as it looks like your body enjoyed me even at my worst..."
"I don't think I could help it...you were just so good back then...and now that I'm pregnant, it's like I'm all riled up again."
"You gotta keep your hormones in check, sweetheart. You know what it does to other birds when you're carrying."
"I know, Eagle..."
"So, lemme take care of you so you don't go making the isles have an orgy or something."
Strange isn't it? One minute, you're sure to hate someone that looked better than you and suddenly you see that they're an actual person and the opposite of what you assume? That's the dynamic here. Mighty's the fat one and Eagle's the built one; Mighty's emotional and has tendencies to have outbursts, Eagle's calm, cool and collected;
Mighty's pregnant and Eagle's the dad.
The stud between the two of them had settled for something as simple as some cloacalingus, dining on the excess of whatever creamy residue still remained within Mighty's vent as he laid there waiting to feel the heat within him simmer down. He couldn't afford to get bred again, he was so gravid already that he swore he was part dragon with the amount in the clutch, so his partner only stuck to using tongue and fingers until he came once more.
More concentrated and less wild, Eagle was able to chug it all down and leave not one drop of the new mess visible. Though he did have to get down and lift Mighty up out of the nest so he could be settled into a blanket instead. Gonna have to clean that so it didn't smell like sex for the little ones.
"Feeling better, babe?" Eagle laid down next to the swollen avian and rubbed that lumpy gut, being greeted to an exasperated huff and a nod in response.
"Kinda. I hate being pregnant...my vent's on fire almost everyday and I'm getting too heavy to do my usual..."
"I know, I know. But it's necessary if you want me to stay around. You wouldn't wanna stay being lonely up here, do you?"
"Of course not! Loneliness is the second-most mighty thing in this world an-"
"-And nothing's mightier than us. I get it, babe. Just try to dream normally for once, this is the third time this week you've soiled the nest."
"Maybe you should keep me plugged."
"Don't give me ideas."
The two of them playfully squabbled until the first crack of a yawn from Mighty. As he said, he was tired and irritated from not being asleep at the moment, so once Eagle followed suit he snuggled up against his muscular double and started to snooze. Eagle hugged that heavy bird against his frame and let the soothing softness lull him to sleep.
You know what they say. If you can't love anyone else, love yourself.