Seduced
Well, here's my longest furry story to date. I made an effort to go beyond my 'two people meet up and fuck' formula and included some development of the characters along the way, but rest assured this is still blatantly pornographic by the end!
1
After midnight, the city took on a curious glow. The air was lighter, with a chill that rendered clothing irrelevant, reaching the very skin. Stillness had descended as if the whole city had closed its eyes and nodded off, even if only for a moment. There were no cars rolling by, nobody passing on the sidewalk, and all the lights in all the buildings were off. If this were any other city, Angelene would have found it strange, but this was her home and she was well familiar with its quirks, including the way it sometimes seemed to stop all around her.
A damp Fall breeze ruffled the few feathers that were not covered. Angelene was an eagle, a fine avian beauty that had everything going for her, brown plumage accented by that distinct white head and tailfeathers. To many, she was an intimidating sight in her attractiveness. She was taller than some of the guys she knew, and thoroughly fit and athletic, though not muscular. An aerodynamic avian body never seemed to put on visible muscle, no matter how she tried. Her proportions were sheerly voluptuous, ample, and prominent. She had curves and she had intense eyes that could see much farther than most. A gorgeous predatory bird who nonetheless had an air of approachability and gentleness, one which made many wish to simply fall into the embrace of her arms or wings or both.
It helped that she could smile. Some birds didn't have much control over their beaks, but she was quite talented with it and regularly went in to get some work done on that sharp point, softening it and making her much less threatening. Kissing her still required some quick lessons, but she was much less burdened by her avian qualities than others of her kind. Now and then, she found she attracted those who were curious about the avian form, be it casually or not. Flattering certainly, but sometimes a little odd.
She was smiling at the moment, enjoying a night free from responsibilities, where she could just walk late at night without any care for where she might end up. The night air felt good, and sometimes she just needed to spend an extended period on her feet, letting those talons tap the sidewalk and keeping those wings tucked behind her, out of use for the time being. Though now that she thought about it, it wouldn't be a bad night at all for a little flight. Such a privilege of her species that she felt far too few of the winged sort utilized often enough, if they were even able. Certainly it was dangerous and required no small amount of exertion, her body being much heavier than the wild ones of her kind. But oh, to be so free!
The profound stillness was calmly interrupted by a figure a block ahead. It was still much too far for proper eye contact, but with those strong eyes of hers, the eagle was quite able to make out a pair of sad blue eyes focussing on her. It didn't take her long to make out the attractive facial features of a canine, a husky in particular, after a second glance. Lovely creatures, but they could look so very sad at times, when they were not looking simply cold. This one was dressed in a long coat that made her look curiously retro, and had her hair back in a high ponytail. Her precise age was hard to distinguish, for her face looked quite young, but she also had some visible grey in her black hair. All this, Angelene could tell at a distance at which most people would only be able to guess species.
One thing she couldn't tell was just what that stare meant. The husky had her eyes very much set on the eagle, and wasn't breaking the look. Was it passing interest, recognition, lust, malicious intent? She wanted to assume the best, but those eyes were just so unreadable. Whatever the case, she would find out soon enough, for their paths would soon cross. She tried not to stare back, but every time she looked in that direction she found those eyes inevitably caught hers, demanding attention. It gave her the feeling of being looked right through, as if she wasn't even there.
They approached each other until they were within speaking distance, and Angie prepared a greeting that she never got out. She felt intimidated, maybe even worried about what might happen. Any other night, she felt safe and content even when she walked the darkest corners of the city. It just wasn't the kind of city where walking alone was dangerous. But this woman, this husky, she gave such an unsettling feeling, as if everything Angie knew was wrong. They continued to walk silently towards each other until they were about to pass, at which point the canine put her hand up to stop the avian.
"Wait," she said firmly. Her accent was definitely Russian, and even from one word Angelene could tell it was very strong.
"I'm sorry?" was the eagle's reply, in her sing-song Irish tone. The both of them were quite far from home it seemed. She stopped to listen.
"You are being followed. Two men, likely armed. I do not know what they are planning, but their target is clearly you."
Reflexively, Angelene turned around to look down the way she'd come. There was no one walking, but a vehicle was slowly rolling along, coming in her direction. Two occupants, the glass too dark to make them out. A turn signal lit up moments after Angelene laid eyes upon the van, and soon it was turning out of sight. She didn't see, but she felt eyes upon her from the passenger side.
Angelene felt suddenly relieved of a fear she didn't know she had until it was gone. The subtle reality of having possibly just been saved from something awful sank in, and it shook her. But there was also doubt. Doubt that something so nightmarish could happen in a place and time that she felt so safe. There was a distinct sense of threat from the distant vehicle, but then she wasn't entirely convinced that the dog before her wasn't the real threat.
"How do you know?"
"I know them."
"Friends of yours?"
"No. Scum."
Angelene sensed that she definitely meant that word. "Are you a police officer?"
"No."
"Well... thank you. That could have ended badly." Angelene didn't know what to say. She hated to be so distrusting, but to just leap to accepting such an unpleasant reality wasn't something she was quick to do. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to be rude, but do I know you?"
"We live nearby, though we have yet to meet. I have only seen you a time or two. I am Marya."
"I'm sorry, I don't recognize you. Hello, Marya. I'm Angelene." The bird was thoroughly stunned, thinking of what might have happened to her, and she was well aware that it was showing in the distant, disoriented way she was speaking.
Marya gave her an intense look, and for a moment Angie thought she was going to be attacked. No such thing happened, but she still flinched when the canine put a hand on her shoulder. They met each other's eyes, and this time, those icy blues weren't as intimidating.
"You are young," the husky said. "These things can be frightening. Do you need a place to stay tonight?"
The eagle shuddered. This was reality. It came to her so harshly. Carefree for so long, only to have it shattered. Somehow she just knew the husky was telling the truth.
"I would appreciate that, yes. I'm... very sorry, I should be more polite, I'm just... I don't know what to say. Thank you again, Marya." Aware of how much she was apologizing, she decided that would be the last time for now.
"Come with me then. We can speak of it more in time."
They took off together without any more words, the eagle softly following the husky. While they didn't share the same building, it was the same collection of buildings, good apartments that attracted people from all walks of life. There were students just as many as there were successful businessmen, each particular apartment varying wildly in size and price. The benefit of such a setup, with so many buildings close by one another was that all kinds of people could be met, and Angie had mingled in all kinds of unusual friendships. So it was no surprise to find an older woman in such a place, whatever it was she did for a living.
"That's odd that I've never seen you around, living so close," Angelene said, some of the initial shock wearing off. She felt safe with this new acquaintance, for whatever reason. For the time being, she tried to push the lingering thoughts of the night out of her head, not quite in denial so much as just not thinking about them.
"I am a night person." Marya wasn't one for many words, it seemed, which was understandable when her accent was so thick. Angie wished she could speak Russian to make her more comfortable.
"Oh, do you work nights?"
"Sometimes."
It certainly wasn't easy to make conversation with this canine, and it didn't help that the eagle's mind just wasn't working properly at the moment. She was tired, and she just wanted to find a warm bed where she could sleep off this shaking night, hopefully without nightmares.
"You may have my bed tonight," Marya said, unlocking her door. Angie noted the apartment number.
"Are you sure? You've already done plenty for me."
"Of course."
Angelene wasn't going to argue, and she followed the husky inside. It was one of the larger apartments for certain, practically a full home in itself, and Marya proved herself no stranger to expensive tastes. The glint of fine china decorated the walls, and several large paintings caught the eagle's eye. Scenic images, and not only one of rather seductive looking women. The furniture was solid oak and some of it looked antique but still in good shape. It was all a subtle, but impressive sight that made Angie's student home look quite sparse.
Marya took off her coat, something rattling as she hung it up. It gave Angie a better look at the body of her quiet saviour, though she tried not to look too rudely. Even so, she had to admit she was attracted to the canine, especially after being pulled from such a potentially bad situation by her. The husky was narrow but curvy, looking plenty sturdy while still holding onto a feminine seduction. She only let herself think a little on how good Marya looked, and kept her eyes polite after giving that brief once-over.
Throughout the home, the eagle spotted only one actual photo. There were none of the husky herself, just one small one tucked away of a strangely familiar-looking badger. She wasn't sure where she had seen him. The photo itself was nearly hidden, and it seemed like it was slightly turned away, as if Marya didn't want to see him too much. But then, that was probably reading into things. She didn't ask who he was.
Marya's bed was wide enough for two people. The covers were tossed about as if she had left it in a hurry, but it looked plenty comfortable. Angie was going to suggest they share, since there was plenty of room, but she decided against that. She already felt an attraction to the mysterious older woman, and didn't want to do anything that would hint at that. It felt entirely inappropriate to her. After dismissing the suspicion that this was all an elaborate plot to rob her, she had come upon the notion that this was just an odd way of picking her up, but if that were the case the husky was hiding it very well. Once again, the husky's hands were gently upon the eagle. This time, Angelene didn't flinch. She trusted her. Maybe unreasonably, but there wasn't any good reason to doubt her. When that van had driven off, she just got such an uncomfortable feeling from it, in a way that seemed to confirm everything Marya had warned her about. And now she was gently guiding Angie down to sit on the bed. It made her feel a little babied. She sat, and looked up at Marya.
"Are you sure you don't want to sleep here? I can just as easily take one of those lovely couches," Angelene asked.
Marya pressed a finger to the tip of that rounded beak to silence her. "Shh. Rest. You will be safe here for tonight."
Slowly reclining, Angie didn't bother to undress. The bed was firm but comfortable, and wide enough that she could at least partially spread her wings out, a small luxury. She sighed and relaxed, but kept her eyes upon the husky.
"I feel safe. Thank you, Marya. I'm going to have to owe you."
The canine touched Angie's forehead. "You owe me nothing. Goodnight."
Such a strange set of circumstances tonight. The eagle's mind raced, but when Marya left and shut off the light, somehow she managed to shut herself down and sleep deeply, free of the nightmares she feared would haunt her.
2
It was a rare pleasure for Angelene to wake up without noise, without alarm, without anyone to shake her awake. She wasn't sure how long she had rested, though the clock by the bed told her it was nearly noon. Momentary confusion came over her at the unfamiliar surroundings. That was shrugged off easily enough. The light through the window was bright, but she could hear nothing. She wasn't sure if Marya was awake. Maybe she had dreamed the whole thing, and this was actually Mahiri or Xanthe's place that she didn't recognize for some reason.
Whatever the case, she got herself up without difficulty. Her clothes were a bit rumpled, as were her feathers. No time for the morning preening though. She wanted to get to know this strange new acquaintance of hers. Stepping into the living room, she found Marya there, silent as always, reclining on the couch leisurely and drinking from a large bottle. Angelene didn't recognize the brand name, but it looked to be strong alcohol of some sort. Not something most people drank before lunch, though the husky seemed to be sipping merely.
"Good morning, Marya. Is that your breakfast?"
Those blue eyes traced her. They looked sad as ever, and Angie wanted to just walk over there and hug her. "Something like that. I made you something. It might be a little cold."
Glancing in the direction of the kitchen, Angie picked out a plate with some breakfast foods on it. Meat and potatoes, and she had to smile softly at the absence of eggs. Everyone always seemed to assume that because she was a bird she'd take offense at being served eggs.
"Thank you. You've been a real friend, Marya. Do you have to go to work today?"
Eying that bottle, something seemed to tell Angie that the question was obvious, but even so. For a moment, she was reminded of her late parents, watching the husky work away at that bottle. Of course, with them, there were a lot more substances put into their bodies before noon than just a drink or two. Marya was a curious creature, seeming so distant and cold to talk to, yet still showing she had a side that cared about others. A little like mother, from what little Angelene remembered of her. No need to let those old mommy issues get in the way of dealing with a new friend though.
"I work when I wish. But there is much I must get to today."
"I understand. I won't tie you up too long. What is it you do, anyway?"
The response was automatic. "Security."
It wasn't hard to imagine the husky being a very intimidating security guard. She was just so very intense. Big home for a security guard though, unless there were roommates Angie didn't know about. Or maybe she was some sort of well-paid bodyguard. Seemed strange that a job like that wouldn't have regular hours, but Angelene figured it was none of her business to ask questions.
Marya eventually set aside that bottle, seeming satisfied. "Bring your breakfast in here if you wish. It has been some time since I was able to sit and speak to someone about anything but business matters."
"Certainly." Angie went in to fetch her food, and carried it in, finding a spot on a chair. She was a little nervous about eating on such fine furniture, but she had been invited after all.
"Tell me about yourself," Marya said.
Angelene wanted to know more about the husky too, but she was happy to fill that request. "Oh, this is always the time when I realize how uninteresting I am. Let me see then. I live just near here, as you know. I'm a student, studying the mind and such. It's always fascinated me. In my spare time, I do some singing here and there."
"You have a lovely voice. I would love to hear you sing sometime." A small smile appeared on the husky's muzzle, a special sight to be sure. "You hail from Ireland, if I'm correct?" Angelene returned the smile. "Aye," she said, exaggerating her accent. "At least, that's where I ended up spending the most time. I've moved all over the world in my early years, but it was this accent in particular that stuck. Now, it wouldn't be a stretch to say you're from Russia, would it?"
"You are right. I have been in this country for about a decade. The more I stay here, the more I realize things are not so different."
"What brought you here to begin with?" Angie knew that she was supposed to be the one doing the talking, but she couldn't help but ask a few questions.
"Business opportunity."
"I see. It must have been hard, leaving your family behind like that."
"No family was left. Not immediate, anyway."
"Oh, I see, I'm sorry."
"I have accepted it. Things were not the easiest, growing up. But that is a tale for another day."
"I lost my parents when I was young, too. I only have a few memories of them, really. The new home I grew up in wasn't bad, and I have a foster brother I'm very close to."
"I can imagine a girl like you would be no trouble to raise. Unless you have always had a habit of walking late at night by yourself."
Angelene nodded her head, then shrugged. "It's never given me trouble before. I guess I'm still a little shaken by the thought. This city always seemed so safe to me."
Again there was that intense gaze from the husky. "It is only through the effort of many individuals that it stays that way. But sometimes, things slip through the cracks. Those two will be dealt with, I am certain."
"What do you mean, dealt with?" A chill ran up the eagle's back for some reason. She wasn't afraid of the canine but she sensed something ominous in those words.
"Someone will speak to them."
That seemed a little less threatening, though it still seemed deliberately unclear. Angelene actually felt terrible that she had a bit of distrust for someone who had been so kind to her. She silenced those thoughts as she downed some of her breakfast. Or lunch, by now. A little cold, but perfectly serviceable.
After a brief silence to finish eating, the eagle looked up. "Is there anything I can do for you for helping me out?"
The look Marya gave was a pleasant one, not as intense as usual. "Just keep well. I would like to see you again when you have the time."
Nodding, Angie started to rise. "Have to go now, then?"
"I apologize. I'll be gone all day. There is much to do."
"When would be a good time to see you again?"
"Anytime you wish. Just show up in a day or two." Leading the eagle to the door, Marya patted her on the back. "Thank you. You've been a friend. They are hard to come by these days."
They exchanged a smile.
"I'll come back soon," Angelene promised, and she meant it. That husky was a mystery to her, and it seemed she had many secrets to hide. She seemed like she had seen a lot in her life which she wanted to forget, but more than that she seemed lonely. Maybe more would be revealed as they got to know each other better, but for now, the eagle could only wonder.
3
Angelene spent the day without seeing anyone else. She was preoccupied with the past night, and for once in her life, she ignored her phone each time it rang. Most of the day, she sat about passing the time. Sometimes watching television, sometimes putting on music and singing to herself. She made sure to write down her experiences in her journal, and that helped her make sense of things a little. In order not to worry herself, she had concluded that Marya had come to her rescue just in case anything went wrong, and she wasn't actually certain it would. That was a lot easier to swallow.
When evening fell, it was time to meet up with her friends to rehearse. She got herself dressed, skirt and blouse, nothing fancy, and headed out the door, being sure to lock it this time. The night was dark, but not nearly as still as the one previous. There were still other people about, which was comforting. Her travels were going to take her down the same street as before, but this time she'd have others around to turn to if anything went wrong.
Things were uneventful, though she found herself a little distant. She even walked right past someone who had said hello to her, only realizing it afterwards when it was too late. Not a big deal for most, but she had always tried her best to be as polite as could be. Didn't want the wrong word getting out about her, after all. She was almost there when a sight caught her eye.
A black van. Maybe the same one, maybe not, but it was coming in her direction. There was really no getting away from it, and she found herself desperately hoping that it would simply go right by as it came closer. There was only one figure in it, from what she could see, which was a relief. But as it neared, it slowed right down. She began to walk faster, but it wasn't fast enough before it had stopped just before her and a door opened.
Not looking to see who got out, she made haste down the sidewalk. A voice called out to her.
"Hey! Hey eagle!"
She didn't answer, and kept going.
"Stop, please stop! Oh god, please stop."
That was unexpected. She had braced herself for some sort of nasty name or harassment, only to hear what was almost certainly desperation. The tone was enough to get her to slow down and turn.
"Excuse me?"
"You're the one... from last night." Stepping from around the van, the figure revealed himself to be a rabbit, fairly young from what she could tell. He looked like he was in a panic, maybe even slightly tearful.
She felt her heart begin to beat heavily. There were people watching. Surely he wouldn't try anything. When he approached, she stepped back, even if he wasn't all that big. In fact, she was taller than him.
"Yes?"
"I just wanted to say," he began, and she noticed he was shaking. When he'd steadied himself he went on. "I just wanted to say I was sorry. Me and Phillip, we didn't weren't gonna do nothing. Maybe just give a scare, you know, stupid fun..."
She didn't want to be too harsh on him when he looked so shaken and seemed so genuinely apologetic, but she wasn't entirely happy to see him. "I see. Well, I guess you can't be held to a fault, as long as you're sorry."
"Listen, I got money..." He took out a wallet and began rifling through it, producing several bills. "Anything you want."
Confused, she shook her head. "No no, I don't need your money. Just don't do it again. I forgive you."
He shocked her by suddenly dropping his wallet and going to his knees in front of her. "Please, lady, I'll do anything. I'm so sorry. Just call her off." "Pardon me?" The panic in his voice worried her, and she didn't know what to make of his desperate plea.
"Tell her you forgive us. We'll never do nothing like it again."
She shook her head. "I don't know who you're talking about."
"Goddamn Marya." The poor rabbit's face twisted, and Angelene could see to her horror that he was starting to sob. "Fuck, she hurt Phil so bad... she's gonna do the same to me if I ever mess up again."
Everyone was looking at the two of them. He was such a pitiable sight, weeping there on his knees before her. Not knowing what else to do, Angelene crouched down and spread her wings, wrapping them around him. It was a much more enveloping hug than her arms could give, and plenty feathery. Most anyone could be comforted by it, but he just kept bawling for a while.
"I'll talk to her," she said finally. "This isn't right. Please just calm down."
Breathing heavily, he eventually got up, and she released him. "I promise no one will ever bother you again. We've all learned our lesson."
Standing silently, she watched him as he got back into his van and pulled away, feeling emotionally stunned and uncertain if she'd really seen what just happened. If he was just acting he did a wonderful job. And as much as she had damned herself for having them, now those suspicions she had about Marya were making a lot more sense.
Rehearsal could wait, she needed to talk to the husky now. Turning right around, she made her way up the way she had come, marching along steadily in all but a run. Something was very wrong here, and she needed to correct it. In the back of her mind, she knew that maybe it was dangerous to go there on her own. But somehow, she still trusted that dog. She had been so kind to her. No harm would come to her, she was sure of it.
Her knocks were sharp and rapid. Waiting, she listened for movement on the other side of the door. There was none for some time. The footsteps she did eventually hear were clumsy and loud, much unlike the grace Marya had shown the night previous. That left Angie wondering if she'd meet face to face with someone else, perhaps someone dangerous. No such problem made itself known, as the door opened to reveal a shaky, uncoordinated Marya.
"Angelene."
Concern came over the eagle as she saw the woman in such a state. She was obviously drunk, barely able to stand, and her eyes, normally so intense and staring so straight, were barely focussing. Staggering forward, she was caught by the avian, who held her up with plenty of effort. "Marya. What's going on? Are you alright?" She was supposed to be there to confront her, but she found herself concerned for her instead.
"It has been a difficult day," the husky slurred. "Come in?"
Angelene stood straight. "Marya, we need to talk."
"Inside." She stepped back and walked unsteadily in.
The eagle didn't see much of a choice, and she didn't think there could be too much threat from someone who could barely walk. Heading in, she closed the door behind her.
"Tell me what's happening."
The husky found somewhere to sit, and reclined heavily. Such a beautiful woman, looking so foolish after a few drinks. Angelene felt sorry for her, but if she truly was as dangerous as that one man seemed to think...
"There is much going on. You wish to know more? Ask me questions."
The eagle sat down near Marya. "Someone came to me. He said he was in the van last night."
A frown came over the canine. "Came to you? No, this should not have happened. Tell me you are unharmed."
"No, no, I'm fine. He wasn't angry. Marya, he was terrified."
The husky didn't seem surprised by that news. She nodded nonchalantly.
"What did you do to him? He was so frightened, Marya."
"To him I did nothing."
"To his friend, then."
Marya was silent. Her eyes were sad once more, and she looked down at herself. "Why is it you wish so strongly to make me confess to a thing I deemed necessary?"
"Necessary? They didn't do anything, Marya. You didn't have to hurt anyone. Please, just leave them alone."
Seeming suddenly much more coordinated, the husky sat up straight. "You don't understand. I knew exactly what they were planning, and it wasn't going to be mere robbery. I do not permit such things, and they were taught this." Her voice was strong, only slightly wavering with her drunkenness.
The eagle leaned away. "Who are you?"
Marya offered one of those faint smiles of hers. "I am still Marya. There are simply some things you do not know about me."
"I'm frightened, Marya. I don't know what I've got myself into."
The husky took Angelene's hand and held it tight. "I tell you truthfully, there is nowhere in this city safer than where you are sitting, right now, here with me."
The avian remained silent, watching those canine eyes. Marya seemed such a gentle woman, not one who was capable of great violence. And to think that she could strike such fear into the hearts of those who crossed her... it just didn't seem right.
"What are you, some kind of vigilante?"
Angie was treated to a sight even rarer than the husky's smile: she laughed softly. "Haha. Fighting for what is right, upholding the law at all costs? No. I only know one such Russian, and she is far from here."
"Then what?"
Those eyes met the eagle's in a strong way that seemed to suggest that over only a short while the effects of drink had mostly faded. "I keep this city in order. We operate under a strict set of rules, and anyone who breaks them is punished. We steal and we sell and we trade in services. Collateral damage is kept modest."
It was getting increasingly difficult to meet those icy blue eyes. "You're a criminal."
"Does a criminal operate with the blessing of the law? Do you know what a police officer says to me when he crosses my path? 'Excuse me Marya, have a nice day Marya, anything we can do for you Marya.' They know who I am. They know where I live. They know that without those such as myself, this city would fall to pieces in gang war and random violence. Tell me, you walk at night, feeling safe. Why is this?"
It was a lot to take in. Angelene looked away and shook her head. "I don't know, I've just always known this city to be safer than most..."
"And you never wondered why this is?"
"I suppose not."
"You are a kind girl, Angelene. I am fond of you. And I hope when we all pass from this world, we will all be able to live in the company of those such as you. But for now, know that there will always be people who do bad things. Not all of them are bad people."
"I understand. I think - I think I need to go home. I'm sorry Marya. I just need to go."
The eagle rose. The husky did not move to stop her. She didn't say anything more, but as Angelene left she saw little more than those eyes upon her, that sad, mourning stare that made her want to cry. When she left through the door, she could still see that stare in her mind's eye. It stayed with her all the way home, and into her own apartment. Her phone was lit up with five messages. She'd get to them later. Lock the door, get some rest. Lock the door. Get some rest. Dream of that stare upon her.
4
"We've all been worried about you, Angelene. I can't see for sure obviously, but just sitting near you I can tell you're not well."
Xanthe was a good friend and an exceptional singer, the jazzy contralto to Angelene's sweet soprano. She had more or less just invited herself over after Angie allowed herself to be increasingly distant over the phone, not seeing anyone and hardly coming out of her apartment for the past week. The two of them sat on a couch together, two gorgeous birds who could almost act as body doubles for one another given the way they were both built. Of course, there was the problem that Angelene was an eagle, and Xanthe was a crow, glistening of feathers and much straighter of beak. Despite her own striking looks, Angie had always claimed that the crow was more attractive than her. Xanthe was in no position to argue, given that she was completely blind. She wore a red blindfold to dress things up a little.
"You can? I don't know what's wrong with me. I've been doing a lot of thinking."
The crow gave a soft laugh. "You're always thinking. You do far too much of it for your own good. Maybe your body is trying to tell you to cut it out." Despite her lack of sight, Xanthe always seemed to know exactly where she was, and where everyone else was. So when she wrapped a wing around the eagle, she did it without faltering. "You don't hide things very well, you know. So, is it a boy or girl or both?"
"Nothing like that." Angie shook her head, and it was sort of true. She was preoccupied with someone, yes, but not in the way she usually got when she had a crush on someone.
The wing tugged her a little closer. Angelene hesitated at first, and then just pressed in against her friend's side. It was good to have someone over, she decided, even if at first she just wanted to be left alone. All of this was silly. She just needed to clear her head for a while and then things would go back to normal.
Feeling that smooth beak tap her on the cheek, she tensed up for a moment and looked towards Xanthe. The two of them had always been very flirty and cuddly, but when it came to actual sex they rarely went that far. From what Angie knew, the crow wasn't overly interested in the same gender, so there was always that nagging feeling behind any intimate moment that it was being done as a favour rather than for mutual enjoyment. There was something behind that little beak-kiss though that seemed to hint at the crow's readiness to do all sorts of things to help Angie shake the funk she was in. Enticing, certainly.
"Well, you know what they say. Anything you need, and so on. I'm nothing if not a thriving spring of cliches." The crow chuckled softly.
This was very much the opposite of how it used to be. When the two of them first met, it was Xanthe who was the quiet and withdrawn one, with Angelene always perky and cheery. Now there was the crow, laughing and making jokes while the eagle stayed silent.
"Okay, there really is something wrong, isn't there?" Xanthe touched Angie's beak with her fingertip. "You're practically comatose here."
"I'm really sorry, Xanthe. You're doing a fine job. I'm just not sure what will really get my head clear today."
They exchanged a slow, feathery nuzzle. It'd been a few hours together now. They really hadn't done or said much, but it was enough to make things seem a little smoother. There were friends out there for Angie. As long as she didn't withdraw herself things would go fine.
"But thank you," she added after a while.
"I do have to get going in a minute. Are you going to do okay on your own?"
"I'll be fine. If I need to, I'll call you up again."
They hovered near to one another for a few seconds, and then Xanthe leaned in and gave a good, tight hug. She was also a little stronger than the eagle, so she pretty much was going to hug whether she liked it or not. Angie allowed herself to lean her head down on the crow's shoulder, closing her eyes for a time. They parted afterwards. Xanthe always knew just where she was going, never needing to be guided.
Things were much clearer now. Just a little friend time was all it took to help her get her feet on the ground and make sense of things. She was thinking maybe she would get on the phone and just make some spontaneous plans with whoever answered first. It wasn't late, there was still plenty of time to catch someone, and the only difficulty was picking someone in particular. Lily or Zambita or Saul, someone like that. Someone her age would be best.
She put on a nicer top than the somewhat boyish tanktop she was wearing and picked up her phone. Looking at it for a while, she found herself unable to settle on dialling any particular number. Everyone sounded about equally nice to hang out with. After a while, she set the phone down and put on her coat, heading out. She didn't stop walking until she was at Marya's door.
5
That door loomed before her, threatening her, yet it was the only thing between her and the husky. At least, if she was home. She could very well be out, doing what she did. Hurting people, or worse. Angelene really didn't know. She raised her hand, made a fist, and just held that position for a time. What was wrong with her? Marya was dangerous. There was nothing good on the other side of that door. But Angelene just had to see her. She couldn't just forget about her.
She did it. Threw everything to the wind and abandoned all caution, knocking a few short, sharp times. Stepping back, she started seriously considering making a run for it, but she failed to take any action before it was too late. It didn't take long this time for the door to be answered. A familiar blue sight flooded into the perception of the eagle.
Marya's grace was still with her, and she stood strong. No drink tonight it seemed, or at least not enough to make her wobble. Considering the past week, Angelene should have been used to being surprised by then, but that didn't stop her from being caught off guard by the actual reaction she got out of the husky. Those eyes lit right up, and the canine smiled at her. It was much different than the silent, almost unchanging expression Angie had usually seen her with. She didn't expect to be greeted warmly after pretty much storming off last time, but there it was.
"Angelene. I was not sure if you would come back." Marya opened the door wide, a clear invitation.
Angie didn't say anything for several seconds. Then she just shook her head. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. I want to be your friend. It's just, I'm frightened of you, Marya."
The husky nodded, and it hurt Angelene to see that initial happiness fade away into a solemn look. "I understand. Doing what I do, I don't make many friends. I had hoped, perhaps foolishly, that I could hang onto you." She offered a faint smile, but it only made her look a little less sad. "I'm very happy to see you, even if only for a moment. You've been on my mind so very much."
Angelene looked over Marya. She had wanted to do something shortly after they had met for the first time, and this time she decided she would just let herself do it. Stepping forward, she put her arms around the dog and brought herself close. Marya was quickly squeezing her back. The two of them stood like that in the doorway for some time.
"You will stay? For a few minutes at least?" There was hope in the husky's voice.
"Of course I will."
They moved as if waltzing into the large apartment, hugging each other while they walked. Eventually they parted, and Marya closed the door. Given the whole place to look around, Angelene's eyes didn't pick out any details that hinted at what she feared. At first, anyway, as there was in fact in plain sight a disassembled firearm on a living room table, with a cloth spread out under it. Angie knew next to nothing about guns, but she was pretty sure it was a shotgun of some sort. Loud and unsubtle.
But that wasn't why she was here. Something clicked in her mind when she saw the weapon, not exactly on display but left in view. Marya didn't need to be lectured or made to feel guilty. Angie had seen on her face, in her movements, true regret over what she had to do. That was something she had sensed in the husky ever since they had first met: guilt. If things were truly as she said, then there could be no escaping the life she led, even when she didn't want it anymore. It simply was not the eagle's place to criticize.
"You make this a special night already," Marya said, taking the bird by the hand. The two of them had touched much more in the past few moments than they had before at all, but it wasn't bothering Angelene any. Marya truly was an attractive woman. It was only part of what brought Angie back, but still a part.
The husky led the eagle to the couch, and sat right beside her. It was strange that someone who apparently had such capacity for violence, maybe even murder, could take sure pleasure in a simple visit from a friend. Angelene wanted to be her friend. Anyone who was lonely, who didn't have many people they could rely on, just tended to draw her in. Even criminals. And profession aside, Marya felt real; she loved and lived like anyone else.
"Angelene?"
That snapped her out of her thoughts. "Yes?"
"May I kiss you?"
Angie stopped for a moment and looked at Marya. Just a kiss, or something more? Was it simply lust which had brought the eagle back to see her friend, an attraction to the forbidden? Or was it the fear she had of the seductive outlaw that made her so interested? Whatever the case, she couldn't have wanted the kiss more.
"Of course you can. I really like you, Marya."
The dog didn't say anything more. She simply came in and locked her lips along the curve of that smoothed out beak. This wasn't the first bird she'd kissed, evidently, maybe not even the first eagle. She seemed to know just where to go, where to press her lips, where to caress with her tongue. If it was only a casual smooch, then it was lasting a lot longer than normal and used plenty more tongue. Angelene lost herself. Just one show of attraction, and she was all Marya's.
Eventually though, the canine simply drew back. She was smiling gently. "I am sorry for frightening you before. I had been thinking how it might be best to make it up to you, if you ever came back. A fine dinner, a night on the town together. Perhaps, but that assumes you wouldn't mind being seen with me, and all the things that come with that."
Angelene felt herself modestly impassioned, and she was longing for more contact after that kiss broke. "I wouldn't be ashamed of you. That's nonsense, Marya."
"Maybe you would not feel it. But, word gets out, and suddenly you are without a job, without a friend, no one wishes to see you for your association." She put her hand on the eagle's cheek. "I could not do that to you. So I simply thought how we might become closer in privacy."
Whatever part of her told her that it was wrong to associate with a criminal was out of her now. Angelene just wanted to be so close to the canine, to be her friend through all things. That was the passion talking. Maybe she'd calm down and see the error of her ways in time. But no, she wanted Marya. She wanted to be all hers.
"Angelene," the canine began. She let the pause be drawn out for several seconds. "I want to make love to you."
"Oh, yes, Marya, please... I have been thinking about you so much." It all made sense now. The preoccupation she had with the canine, it hadn't been mere interest. There was passion for her, powerful and sudden. It was the sight, the touch, the mere presence of the husky that simply drove her wild. Even if she hadn't been thinking explicitly that way about Marya over the past week, it was so clear now.
"Not a night has gone by that your luscious, feathered body did not dance through my thoughts, and then my dreams. You are my fantasy, Angelene."
"I'm so sorry for leaving you. I'll never do it again."
"Shh. I want you to feel something. I will hide nothing from you."
Though Marya didn't look overly strong, she had strength plenty enough to lift the eagle up a few inches from where she sat. Bringing the bird into her lap, she made something very clear. Angelene sat snuggled up to what was without question a bulge. Marya had never given a hint towards being a herm, but it was clear now. It had an effect on the eagle, to say the least. Suddenly what was simply a strong attraction and fondness for her had added on top of it pure lust. Canine cock, canine knot, all belonging to the queen of seduction. Now there could truly be no denying what she wanted.
"Oh, Marya... this just sweetens the deal."
"I had hoped it might. Come here, beautiful."
They wrapped up in a hug once more, and Angie spread her wings so she could wrap them around the husky. They snuggled close, and the eagle was sure to let her skirt-covered rump press up tight against that canine bulge, helping it grow to firmness. They kissed once more. Marya slipped her tongue inside that beak, playing with the short slurper of the avian. When that kiss came apart, Marya went straight for the bird's neck, kissing it, sucking on it, licking through her bare feathers. A hand came to feathered breast, squeezing, groping, making the eagle feel so very wanted like she hadn't felt in a long time.
"Come with me," the husky murred in a deep, tantalizing voice. There really wasn't much choice, as soon those hands were curled under ample avian rump, picking the bird right up and holding her close to the canine's body. Marya carried Angelene right out of the room. It wasn't clear where they were going, since Angie had her eyes shut tight, caught up in the moment. It became clear enough when she was set down on that expansive bed. She recognized it from before. There could be no mistaking such a comfortable thing.
Normally Angelene was quite an active partner. She was fit and athletic, and she was sure to touch and rub every little detail on her partner's body, keeping things roughly equal. The whole concept of dominance and submission seemed rather silly to her. It usually made sense to keep things relatively equal. But with the husky, she just wanted to be taken, to be utterly controlled.
She lay with he wings spread, flat on the bed, while the canine loomed over her. It wasn't until now that she opened her eyes and took a look towards those eyes that had haunted her so. She saw them alight with such a passion, and even lust, that it made her squirm on the spot with desire. Her body belonged to the husky. It was a feeling she had never had for anyone, to want to be completely owned by them. Marya was special.
Angelene held still as she felt her clothes being dragged off of her. Starting at the bottom. She just let it happen. Marya's hands slid up and down her thighs, pressing in firmly to feel at the lean muscle there. Every detail squeezed, caressed, rubbed up and down. She was being treated like she was truly something to savour, as if they might never have this opportunity again. It wasn't long before she was naked from the waist down before the husky. She was growing damp with excitement, and it was easy to see.
Marya leapt onto the bed with the half-naked eagle. Like a true canine, she went sniffing up along the bird's legs, licking her here and there. Her tongue basked over thighs and between them, until she was dipping in against those smooth folds beneath the feathers. The eagle threw her arms up and gave a great moan, dragging her fingers along the sheets. Her palm went to her forehead while she made great noise as the husky wetly ate her out. That tongue whipped and dragged in rapid succession over the increasing wetness that was the bird's sex, splashing those aroused fluids around along with light doses of canine saliva.
A sharp cry as if she'd been struck erupted from Angelene as she felt that tongue hit home. It deftly penetrated her and began to work its way along her most sensitive of areas. If it made any sense, she'd say Marya had somehow been informed of just what felt good to the eagle. She was left a shaking, squirming, delighted bird as she kicked her legs lightly, feeling those waves of pleasure rush through her. Her muscles twitched uncontrollably, and she made a truly embarrassing amount of noise as she was pleasured. That tongue, that perfect, slick, slippery canine tongue, danced in and out of her with a thrusting, even pounding motion, making her wetter by the moment.
It didn't really hit home how good it felt until Marya topped it off by going for the eagle's clit. That sensitive little nub created for the avian a paralysing pleasure. Angelene wanted to think of something more interesting to shout than the husky's name, but it seemed to fit so well. Marya was a strong name, a passionate name. Perfect for moaning in a breathless cry at the peak of pleasure. That grinding, slopping, licking tongue, so perfect.
Angelene couldn't hold onto herself. Her body was whirling, spinning out of control as she soared to a height that even she with her wings could not reach on her own. Her back arched and her chest lifted, still clothed. Her insides clenched around that tongue, holding Marya inside as if they were knotted together, but only for a moment. What followed was a sheer creamy eruption from the avian, a great splash that was right there into the mouth of the canine for her to taste. A rich, wet orgasm, feminine body pleased to the max. It rose and fell with a great crash, leaving Angie a panting, heaving bundle of pleasure, left so happy as Marya draw back with dripping muzzle.
It was good to see Marya smiling. She seemed proud to have brought such a thing out of the youthful eagle, and licked her lips happily to get at the juices that had been splashed there. Though the husky was still clothed, so that was no good. Angelene certainly wasn't done with feeling good, and there was no way she was going to let that knotted cock go unpleased.
The problem was, when she tried to sit up, she found herself simply unable. This was not like her at all, given she usually had plenty of stamina after a single orgasm to go again. But it had felt so very good that she was utterly taken out of commission by it, her body collapsed onto the bed and not doing anything to get up no matter how many times she told it to. She was left at the husky's mercy, and it felt good.
Marya's hands were upon her once more. "I must see all of you. Your body, your scent, your touch, it is even better than I imagined it."
Angie could hardly do a thing as she was stripped of her top and her bra, her heavy breasts bouncing free. She was naked before the fully clothed husky, but that was soon going to change, so she saw. Marya didn't look like she was going to bother with a slow, seductive stripping. She'd been plenty seductive to get the eagle here, no need for any more. Instead, the husky just tore her top up over her head and threw it down. Sweet, pink-nippled breasts were in sight soon enough, plenty hefty. The real attraction was what was hidden beneath those tight pants, and it popped out almost immediately after Marya loosened them slightly.
There it was, that thick canine shaft with its distinct shape and red-pink tone. So very full and hard, all for Angelene. Marya stepped out of her clothing and came crawling onto the bed with the eagle. Her hands roamed all over the feathered body once more, sliding up along thighs and hips, brushing over flat belly and curvy sides, and up to the avian's breasts. Deep, full squeezes could hardly grip the whole of those mounds, even in the full grip of a hand upon each.
"Ah... I'm sensitive there," the eagle moaned.
Marya showed that she heard by dipping her head down and licking one of those perked nipples. Angie of course gave a deep groan and squirmed underneath the attention, but she couldn't do anything about it, not even when the feelings were getting so intense she could hardly handle them.
"May I play with them? They are such a beautiful sight, bare before me." The husky licked some more between words.
"Anything you want... god, that feels so good."
"Let's see how sensitive you really are." There was a deviousness to the canine's words that had the eagle watching her.
Marya climbed slowly up upon the bird's middle, sitting down lightly. It only took a moment for Angelene to realize what she was planning. Some girls found what was to come boring, but with those sensitive breasts of hers, Angie simply loved it. She could feel that pulsing, fat cock shoving up between each mound, while hands on either size squeezed them together to form a perfect, feathery wrap around throbbing shaft.
"Marya, yes... I love this."
A thud came to the base of those breasts as knot bumped into them. "I'm not going to be gentle," the husky warned, but it wasn't necessary.
"I can take it," came the gasping reply.
Angelene was so sensitive there that even just having her breasts rubbed at by a grinding, thrusting shaft was pleasure enough to get her moaning again. It wasn't going to make her cum, but it was enough to get her wetter and ready for whatever came next. In the meantime she could just enjoy what was happening to her. Her breasts bounced up and down heavily with each thrust against them. She could feel precum dripping down onto them, and onto her neck. Marya looked lost in a dreamlike pleasure, her eyes half closed as she wordlessly titfucked the eagle.
While it wasn't building to a climax, the pleasure of the messy sex was sending the usual tingling right to the very extremities of the bird, her whole body lit up once more. Her own hands, working after a while, came up to lay over Marya's own, helping squeeze those juicy breasts around the thrusting cock. She even started to move some, moving up and down so that she could bump into that knot again and again. There was wetness splashing onto it, dripping down her body, leaving her marked in canine preseed.
Marya sped up after a while, going from a heavy, fast pace to simply pounding against those breasts, making them bounce all over and almost making them numb. Angie could feel the husky building to a climax, and it was clear that such a thing was going to make a mess of the eagle's face. Bring it on. Her beak was left wide open for all the noise she was making. It wasn't until she began to go over that the husky got loud at all. She growled a little, looking Angelene straight in the eye and snarling her name to her. Even eagle eyes could not stand up to the intensity of that cold blue stare. If the momentary aggression was no followed by such a delicious climax on behalf of the husky, Angie would have been frightened all over again.
Any worry she had was quickly extinguished by a healthy dose of juicy seed. The husky was beyond potent, gushing forth with such a heavy dose the eagle didn't know what hit her. She closed her eyes, and was flooded with a face and beak full of cum. The whole of her avian features were doused and soaked, and her feathers were matted right down. She drank down what landed in her beak, so grateful that she could swallow the seed of such a beauty. It wasn't for several seconds that the near-drowning ceased. She could feel the husky moving down that feathered body, leaving a trail of hot, wet semen glistening on her, down her neck and chest and leaving a very clear mark on her breasts.
Angelene was left simply dripping, and she was wet all over again down below too. But could the husky do any more after releasing so heavily? That the heavy erection didn't soften was a hint. After wiping some of the cream away from her eyes, she looked to the herm.
"Marya, Marya... I feel so wonderful."
"I have only begun to make you feel good." Her accent was especially strong in the way she emphasized each of those words. "I said I would like to hear you sing. I am going to make you sing."
Weight descended upon Angie's body as the husky laid over top of her. Not much weight, neither of them was very heavy, but weight enough to keep the weakened eagle's body where it was. Though there were still dabs of seed marking the eagle's beak, Marya kissed it and licked it, and then locked her lips with it. Angelene reached up and rubbed her hands over the husky's back, massaging and grasping, anything to be closer to that canine body.
Canine body deftly moved between the spread legs of the eagle. Angie could feel the tip of that soaked shaft pressing against her, exploring her for a moment before soundly starting to spread her out. It was plenty big, but the insides of the aroused bird conformed to it nicely as it pressed, slid, and then smoothly penetrated her. All at once, no delays. She tried to cry out, but she was silenced by the husky's kisses. Everything she wanted, all at once.
That knot bumped into her outer folds with a wet sound. The eagle's body jolted up, and then she sank down and let the canine take her. That thud kept sounding off as the dog's hips rose, and she just began to give Angelene everything she had. Momentum be damned, she went from still to hammering forth. It wasn't a slow, erotic rub, it was a ruthless, pounding fucking. Juices flying, and muffled cries coming from the avian the whole while. It wasn't until she had got a good, bouncing thrust going that Marya released that beak and allowed Angie to send all her noise out. Truly did she sing. An eagle might not have been known for pretty sounds, but she was a songbird in her own right. Every rhythmic thrust, and her soprano tone cried out in harmony with the husky's low groans. They were a musical pair, the percussion provided by that slamming knot hitting into her folds again and again.
It became far too much for the eagle to even handle. None of it was unpleasant, even with a pace bordering on brutal. It was all just hot, wet sex that pleasured more than she could ever ask for with every rapid motion into her. Never numbing, every stroke felt so strongly, surging with pleasure. The bed being slammed into so hard it rose and fell with the passion of the mating pair.
And that knot. Already it was bringing such pleasure just in the way it was denied entry again and again. A battering ram that was determined to enter. It was big, and Angelene wasn't overly used to canines, but she found herself meeting Marya's thrusts with her hips in the air, teasing at that knot with the promise of entry to her sweet insides. It was making headway, spreading the eagle out slightly, upping the pressure. A hard slam down, and it slid it slightly, only to be yanked away. Another, and it went a little deeper, sending the bird screaming with pleasure as she was tested to see how much she could really take.
One more thrust, and that knot caught halfway inside the eagle's sex. It stayed there even when Marya moved back, leaving her able to thrust only slightly. Rapidly, she started to force that huge canine bulge into her body, until with a lurching slam, the two of them were tied together. From there, Marya could only slide back and forth in the slightest, but the sheer pressure of that knot alone was enough.
Angelene cummed. It was beyond anything she could have imagined. Her insides went so very tight, and with that knot inside of her, there was simply so very much to squeeze on. None of her wetness could possibly escape with that knot lodged so deeply inside, so she was left to just flood the cock inside her in juices. Her voice was piercing, hitting her very highest notes in an almost operatic way. She screamed herself hoarse, all the while clenching and riding out the hardest orgasm she could remember.
And yet still, the pleasure wasn't truly at its fullest until she felt the eruption inside of her. Marya tossed her head back and gave a truly wolflike howl as she climaxed in the avian. Jets of her seed struck so hard that Angie's body was jolted from the sensation of it. And of course, it was all locked inside, flowing and gushing, until things were getting so wet and filling that the bird was feeling simply bloated with the amount of cum that was being pumped into her. It was so rich, so thick, and all of it was sprayed into her deepest places. She didn't even think about the possible consequences when she yelled to the point of losing her voice entirely, falling silent in a sudden gasp.
When she tried to speak, there were no words she could think of, and it didn't matter anyway. She couldn't say a thing, her vocal cords in desperate need of a break. A concert couldn't compare to the stress she'd given her throat this eve. She fell flat, and realized she couldn't move. Marya gave a tug back, and it became very clear that the two of them were going to be knotted together for a while. Now and then, one more spurt of canine seed came into the eagle, the shaft still fully engorged and not making any sign of softening.
Angie was wide-eyed and quivering, she felt so good. The afterglow had a way of making the husky's face seem to simply shine. It didn't matter what she had did, she was beautiful. Marya settled down and rolled off to the side a little, which took the knotted avian along with her. From that position, they were free to meet eyes, while the husky caressed Angelene's face.
"Angelene, my eagle. You have been everything I could have asked for in a friend. Truly you are sent as reward for something I have not yet done, for I cannot imagine why I deserve you."
There was a great shaking from the feathered one, but she really couldn't do anything. She was all but limp, having just enough strength to remain on her side, snuggled close. The seed marking her feathers was mingling with the husky's fur, but Marya didn't seem to mind.
"I will care for you and keep you safe, always." The husky's tone couldn't have sounded more genuine. "You have given me the trust that no one else will grant me."
Angelene found her voice. "You are a beautiful person. I don't care what you do, or what you've done. I'll always be with you."
It was to the great distress of the eagle that she saw some of that icy sadness return. "My last partner, he said such things. I am not sure if I am ready to love again after such pain of loss."
Angelene thought back to that picture of the badger in the living room, turned away as if he was a painful memory. She understood. She didn't need to be the only one for Marya, but she needed to be close to her.
"And besides," Marya went on, much more brightly. "I am old enough to be your mother. Is that truly the reputation you want for yourself, she who goes after the older lady?"
They exchanged a gentle laugh.
"Is it my reputation or yours you're worried for? Marya gone soft for a little girl? That can't be good for morale."
"Haha. I like you, Angelene. Perhaps I even love you. Please understand if we keep this unofficial, for now."
"I understand," the eagle said, and she did. She could live with being the best of friends with someone she admired so much, especially if the benefits such as what just transpired continued. She squirmed on the knot a little and found herself springing to life, kissing the husky's cheek and pressing close. "Now, if you're truly a canine, we have about half an hour of snuggling to do before we can even move away from each other. I can't say I have a problem with that!"
They stayed together, knotted, and that evening it didn't matter if they were lovers or just friends. What was true either way was that they were as close as two beings could be, and they trusted each other, wherever life might take them.