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Goldeneyes Chapter 3

Virgil Morningside awoke on a bright Monday morning, twenty summers ago. Virgil was in the home of Professor Eleanor Brightwing, part of a company of twelve young eagles, fulfilling their tutorships abroad. Hoping they may gain entry into one of the many avian academies of the avian temple. His tutorship at the Lady Eleanor's home was at an end, and he eagerly awaited her grade, and letter of recommendation. He had labored hard under the golden lady's exacting standards, and he was excited that he had done well.

Rising, Virgil went to the railing outside his room and somersaulted over the edge, spreading his wings, and touching down into the gallery below. The lady Eleanor emerged from her chamber, and stretched in the morning light. She too leapt from the railing above, and with a flourish of her wings did also touch down below. Virgil shyly waved good morning, and the lady nodded.

During this time of tutorship, strict discipline was observed. No signs of favor, or special interest was shown to any of the students. But during Virgil's six months at the lady's home, Eleanor had stolen herself to show the young Virgil quick flashes of pride. Subtle hints that he was performing far beyond her expectations. "His father Joshua would be so proud!" Eleanor thought of the young bald eagle.

Eleanor began making breakfast for the young eagles under her care, and hearing her, the other eagles quickly assembled into the gallery, one behind the other. Quietly waiting until the lady beckoned them. The lord of the home, Eleanor's husband Tristan Brightwing emerged from his chamber, and slowly walked down the stairway into the gallery. The young eagles bowed to him. As they had done all of the 180 mornings they had spent in the Brightwing's care.

But this final morning was special. And Tristan went to each child, and gently placed his hand on each of their shoulders. "It has been a fine pleasure having all of you here with us. I hope our paths can again meet someday." The young eagles smiled up at the golden eagle, and they said in unison, "Thank you sir!" From the kitchen Eleanor called to them, and all of the young eagles filed into the kitchen and took their places at the table. Eleanor beamed to them, and Tristan went to Eleanor, and nuzzled her. He looked to the children at his table, and imagined his own family to come. Eleanor had an egg inside her, and it was fertile. Soon she would pass the egg, and it would hatch. Tristan eagerly awaited the day when he would be a proud father.

After breakfast the young eagles assembled in the gallery, and took their places behind their writing boards. But this morning a note was placed on each of their boards, bearing the name of each child. The eagles quickly grabbed the notes, and opened them. Virgil took his, and held it to his chest. He was so excited, he could hardly bear to look upon it. But when the other eagles began making happy calls as they looked upon their grades, Virgil opened his note.

His feathers roused in a great poof, and he blinked his eyes at what he beheld. He had preformed flawlessly. He had met every requirement set forth by the Avian Academy, and Eleanor had given him the highest recommendation possible. Virgil was to attend the Central Avian Academy of all of land. Within the very heart of the avian temple it's self. Virgil began to pant heavily, a sign of great emotion. A Mammal child would have been weeping tears of joy.

Eleanor and Tristan Brightwing approached the children, warmly applauding. Their pride and happiness was now unhindered by protocol. They hugged each child, and congratulated them for their academic and personal excellence.

Later that day, the great bald eagles Joshua and Priscilla Morningside arrived at the Brightwing home. They found their son in the gallery looking very thoughtful, and somewhat reserved. At first their hearts were alarmed, thinking their son had done badly. "Hello my son, I have missed you so." Joshua said gently. Preparing himself for possible unhappy news.

But upon seeing Virgil's letter of recommendation, the happy parents knelt and both hugged their son. Eleanor drew near, and hugged the Morningsides, "It has been such a pleasure tutoring your Virgil. He was one of my finest students." Priscilla beamed, and cradled Virgil. Joshua then rose, and thanked Eleanor for everything she had done. "All of the doing was of your son." Eleanor said, "But he made it a pleasure to be a professor."

Next day, the Morningsides departed. Joshua carried Virgil in his arms so the young eagle would not fatigue on the long flight to the temple. During the happy flight, Joshua would make spirited aerobatics, and Virgil would squeal with delight. They were so happy for their son. But across the forest of the Sanvean, a young adult Harpy Eagle named Saldek Ironwing bore his young brother to the avian temple.

Blood still caked Saldek's talons, and the five year old harpy eagle he bore had an expression of fearful resignation. Nearing the temple, the elder harpy let his younger brother Hector Ironwing free, to take wing on his own.

Flying unsteadily, the young Hector looked to the troubled face of his elder brother, and Saldek gazed to Hector. "Farewell brother!" Saldek called to him, "Our kinship is come to an end. I hope that in a future time you will know that I acted to free you, and you will hold no ill will toward me." The elder harpy gestured to the distant temple, "Go, there in dwells your kin now. Farewell Hector."

Hector looked back to his brother, his face frantic and terrified. He hoped that Saldek would change his mind, and stay with him. But his elder brother turned, and spiraled downward out of sight. "Farewell." Hector said sadly, and made his way toward the temple. Through the clouds, Saldek spiraled down to the rocks below. His face was determined. Some hurts ran too deep, and the young Saldek felt the cruel rage of his father haunting his emotions. The eagle could not continue living with such anger in his heart. He had murdered his own parents, and the weight of that act was crushing his being. But his young brother would now be safe from the tyrant that was his father. And that final comfort was the last thing Saldek felt before his life ended upon the rocks of the valley below.

The Morningside family drew near to the temple, and they touched down within the great hall. Joshua set his son down, and proudly patted him, "This will be our home for the next ten summers my son!" the bald eagle father cooed.

Just then Virgil saw a young eagle touch down within the hall. He was a grey crested eagle. And his belly had an odd nakedness. No feathers covered the area where his legs met. Virgil had never seen such an odd plumage pattern before. The young eagle looked very frightened, and alone. Virgil tugged on his mother's hand to try and tell her of the young grey eagle. But his parents ushered Virgil to an interior hall where they would be assigned sleeping quarters as they awaited academy admissions to begin.

Hector stood in the gallery, utterly alone. He was starving, and he clutched his belly. A teenage crow passed Hector, eating from a bowl a meal of grubs and insects. Seeing Hector's obvious hunger, the crow gave Hector his bowl. "Please grey child, take this meal for yourself..." Hector quickly took the bowl, and shoved the morsels into his maw. Hector closed his eyes, and savored the meal. He then turned to thank the crow, but the kind blackbird had disappeared through the crowd.

Hector stood holding the empty bowl, his expression desperate. An elder falcon drew near to Hector, "Where are your parents young Harpy?"he asked, and Hector shook his head, "They are no more."

The falcon frowned, "My name is Clemens, come with me, I shall take you to a shelter where you shall be safe." Grateful, Hector took the falcon's hand. The falcon led Hector through many winding corridors, arriving at the office of a white Kingfisher record keeper. Seeing the falcon Clemens arrive with a client, the Kingfisher named Adrian took his pen, and took his place behind his desk.

"What is your name Child?" The Kingfisher asked as Clemens drew near with Hector. "Hector Ironwing." Hector replied, hanging his head. The Kingfisher yeoman looked to the strange young eagle, and then drew a tome that bore the name "Harpy Kin Surnames H to N."

Flipping to the letter I, the Kingfishsher asked Hector, "Your father's name please?" A pained expression crossed Hector's face, "Constantine. His name is... was Constantine."

The Kingfisher cast a concerned glance at Hector, and then looked to the names. "I see no Constantine Ironwing within our tome." The Falcon looked to Hector, and Hector said, "We lived in the wilds. I do not know if my family was known to eagle kind."

The Kingfisher gave Hector a sympathetic nod, and then penned Hector's name within the tome. "There is an Ironwing within our tome now. I will grant your account twelve thousand union pounds to sustain you for the coming year."

The falcon Clemens smiled, "Please transfer ten thousand from my own account for the young Master Ironwing." Hector clasped his arms would the falcon's waist. He did not fully understand how currency worked, but he knew it would be important to him. The falcon smiled to Hector, and then began to take his leave. "Please..." Hector called, a great want in his eyes. The falcon gestured to the yeoman, "The Lord Kingfisher shall give you quarters. I shall check on you again there. Be at ease Master Harpy. Your new family cares for you."

Hector was led to a large dorm where many other young eagles were living. He was led to a small corner of the room, and was furnished with bathing supplies, and sundries. Hector looked to the crowd of strange faces. He was afraid, but at least none would harm him. That threat was now vanquished from the young harpy's life.

But Hector felt the walls of the dorm were closing in a little more as each moment passed. He had never before been in such a crowd, and the young harpy was becoming very agitated. Hector closed his eyes, and tried to calm himself, but the chatter and noise of the room was deafening to him. Hector had only known the quiet solitude of the forest, save for his father's angry screams. The thought of his father made a rage begin to build inside Hector. The harpy tensed his talons. His eyes flashed open...

Later that afternoon, across the temple corridors Virgil's parents led him to an admissions line. Virgil clutched the letter of recommendation, and his parents smiled down at him with love, and pride. Virgil was about to embark on a path that would take him to the heights of avian society. And Virgil's mother patted him happily.

Just then there was a commotion at the far end of the hall. A group of angry elder eagles were leading a strange young eagle to a podium which they sat him before. The young eagle looked familiar, and being curious, Virgil excused himself and drew near to the group. There before the podium sat the small grey eagle. He had a crest of feathers upon his head, and he had black, mournful eyes. At his belly, the young eagle had a curious nakedness. And the eagle clasped his hands over his bare groin, to shield himself from the angry eyes around him.

"Oh! It is the grey eagle from the hall mother! Come and see!" Virgil called to his puzzled parents. A stern faced elder approached the group, a towering black eagle named Ironfield. The black eagle strode to the podium, and began the disciplinary proceedings. He cast an angry gaze down to the young harpy, and demanded explanation.

The young grey eagle sat with his head bowed, he said nothing, and his wings gently trembled. The elder black eagle spoke, "Well Harpy child, what say you??" Another elder pointed to Hector, "This one, did willfully slash another youth with his talons. The violence was borne from little more than a remark made of his plumage."

The elder looked angrily to the terrified Hector, "How could you have done this? Do we now keep the company of savage beasts within our hallowed halls?" Hector crumpled beneath the rebuke of the angry elder, and Virgil clasped his hands to his face. "What a sad thing to happen to another!" Virgil thought. The black eagle regarded Hector, "Aye, you shall be expelled from our sight! Such savagery shall not be aided by our..." Just then Virgil rushed to the harpy eagle, and clasped his arms around him protectively. Virgil's parents saw their son rush into the proceedings, and they gasped helplessly.

The elders looked to the curious young bald eagle, and one asked his name. "I am Virgil Morningside my lord." Virgil said quietly. The elder black eagle bowed to him. "Pray tell us, why do you interfere in our disciplinary actions, when this matter clearly does not concern you?" Virgil winced, but answered, "I saw a fellow in a dark time, and I sought to give him comfort, and support."

The elders looked to one another, and Virgil's mother clasped her arms around her husband, breathlessly watching. "Did you not hear of his offense?" The black eagle Ironfield asked. Virgil looked into the stunned harpy's eyes, "I saw one who was to be cast from our fellowship, because he failed to check his savagery. But have our learners not spoken of a struggle that burns within every animal's heart? Between the noble, and the savage? If my fellow's savage nature consumes him, then I shall go into exile with him. To be his example, and to help him realize the better angel of his nature. For he needs companionship at this moment, not exile." Virgil said, hugging the harpy.

A look of wonder crossed the faces of Virgil's parents. The black eagle stepped from the podium, and took the letter that Virgil clasped. Opening it, he read the lady Eleanor's glowing recommendation of the young bald eagle.

The elder black eagle stood stunned, "You would cast aside the highest road of our academy, to do this for your fellow?"

And Virgil smiled, "I would my lord, for is there no higher calling than helping another?" The black elder looked to all of his peers. And they nodded in accord, a soaring expression on their faces. Ironfield the black then turned to Virgil, "Young Virgil, your name is no longer Morningside. But Proudfoot. For you make our hearts soar with pride. You have risen above the example of all of your fathers, and you have humbled us." The black eagle placed his hands upon the young eagles, "Your new friend is given pardon. I have the brightest hopes for him with you at his side."

The black eagle turned, and took his leave. Virgil's parents rushed to their son, and clasped their arms around him. The other elders bowed to the young newly christened Proudfoot, and also departed. Virgil's father looked into his son's eyes, and let out a long sigh of relief, "Well, my impetuous Master Proudfoot."

Joshua Morningside then looked to the desperate young harpy eagle, "Fate has brought you and my son together, if you are in need of shelter and care, my wing is lifted for you." Hector clasped his arms around the father bald eagle, and the four sat together for a long moment.

A crowd of other young eagles gathered around the four, and with reverence, they bowed to Virgil. The harpy looked to Virgil, his face heavy with emotion, "I... I am Hector Ironwing."

And Virgil said to Hector, "And I am your friend."

***

Now, in the cheery afternoon light of Eleanor's gallery, a twenty eight year old Virgil Proudfoot sat. Reading through the very same tomes and scrolls that he had studied from, those two scores ago. Eleanor's middle eagle son drew near to Virgil, and sat very close to him. Young Ashley had warmed very much to Proudfoot being part of the household, and was happy to have the noble bald eagle as a kin now. Ashley had begun to view Virgil not as a brother in law, but as a father figure. The younger eagle even beginning to mimic Virgil's mannerisms. Proudfoot had joked to Shelly that it was like they had their own child. His comment was prophetic.

Shelly stood before her mirror, changing out of her day clothes. She brushed her mane, and let her fingers trace along the edge of her eyebrows. She gazed into the mirror, looking at her eagle's eyes. She was so happy that she had this connection to her Virgil's world. When he took her aloft the winds were comfortable across her eyes, and she could share in the beautiful sights her husband would see. Shelly smiled into the mirror. She ached to have their wedding as soon as they could.

"Misses Shelly Proudfoot." Shelly said, smiling. And brushing her mane, said again, "Mister and Misses Virgil Proudfoot." She beamed, and clapped her hands. Wishing she had wings, so she could flap them. She touched her belly, and she smiled, thinking of her baby. She was ready to tell everyone. She had been waiting for that perfect moment to tell everyone. But she decided the perfect moment was the one in which she chose to speak.

Glancing out her window, she noticed her brother out in the garden with his eagle Hector. The expectant mother decided that her lifelong friend and lover should be the first to hear the happy news, so Shelly made her way out to the garden.

Shelton heard his sister approach, and he smiled weakly to her. Hector nodded to her, and Shelly eased herself down onto the grass beside them. "Shelton, I want to tell you something..." Shelly began, but she was interrupted by her brother, "Sis, if you feel like you want to get an abortion, I would understand." Shelton said. His eyes wore a very sad emotion, and Hector put his face against his pony's mane, trying to comfort him.

"What?" Shelly asked, momentarily confused. But then she realized that Shelton, being a mammal, would notice a pregnant belly more quickly than the eagles around them. Shelton thought he was the father of her baby.

"Shelton! No!" Shelly cried, and Shelton quickly nodded, "It's okay sis, you don't have to get an abortion, we'll deal with it together."

But Shelly laughed, "Shelton, you are not the father! It's Virgil! Virgil is the baby's father!" Shelly said brightly. Shelton's ears shot upward, and Shelly nodded, "I saw the ultrasound!" Shelly said, "The baby has Virgil's eagle face!"

Shelton collapsed into a heap upon the grass, and Shelly fell atop him. Hector smiled at the two as the horses began to softly weep, "I was so scared..." Shelton said through his tears, "Oh, Shelly."

Shelly's sobs became deeper as she realized how much she had hurt Shelton, "Oh, pony..." she said softly, "I'm so sorry."

Hector bowed his head, and closed his wings around the brother and sister. Thankful that Shelton's sadness was no more.

***

Shelton sat on the large livingroom sofa, drinking a cup of brandy. Hector approached unnoticed, and laid his huge head on the back of the sofa, his dark eyes smiling to Shelton. The pony kissed his beak, and Hector cooed. "It would please me..." Hector said, "To show you how much I love you." Shelton nickered, and put his arms out for the eagle to scoop him up. And Hector did, and carried the pony upstairs. Jonathan smiled at the two, and went to sniff at the abandoned glass of brandy. "I don't understand the appeal liquor." He said to himself.

Hector took Shelton to their room, and laid the pony down on the softness of their bed. Pulling the curtain to their room closed, the eagle slowly pulled his bikini from his hips. Hector eased down over Shelton, straddling the pony's abdomen. Shelton cupped his hands around Hector's vent, feeling the heat of the eagle's body. Slowly, the eagle's penis made it's way out, looking like a great rosy tongue. The large veins thrummed in Shelton's hands as the pony began sliding his fingers over Hector's length.

Hector began bucking and swaying his hips in great circles. His wings rustling, and his muscles flexing. Shelton relished the awesome sight. Just then there was a tap at their archway, from the other side of their curtain Ashley called, "Hello there! Would you like to go riding?" A huge spurt of semen splashed across Shelton's face, and the horse giggled loudly.

"Oh! Are you busy?" Ashley asked with embarrassment. "Aye, we shall take you for a ride!" Hector said, thrusting his hips lewdly. The pony swatted him for his naughtiness.

"Great! I will tell Jonathan!" Ashley said flying down into the living room. "I guess our session is done my pony." Hector said, sighing. Shelton licked his fingers, and put Hector's tip into his mouth, taking a long suckle of the eagle's taste. "Ohhhh, we best stop my stallion." Hector groaned, "Maybe we should take up temporary residence in the old house on Forest drive?"

The thought suddenly struck Shelton. That was a great idea! "I rather liked it's quaint charm." Hector said.

"That is a fantastic idea bird." Shelton said. And Hector smiled his devotion to Shelton. Hector rose, straining to bring his member back into his body, and Shelton made his way to the wash basin. Slipping his bikini over his swollen vent, the harpy laid his head on Shelton's shoulder and hugged his pony. Laughing, the two made their way to the hall outside.

As Shelton approached the steps, Hector scooped Shelton into his arms, and leapt over the railing. Shelton suddenly found himself down in the living room, "So that's the eagle teleportation trick?" Shelton asked, patting the eagle's thigh. Jonathan and Ashley ran from the kitchen, chattering excitedly. They were bursting to go out riding with their new brothers.

Ashley put his arms around Shelton, and hopped up and down, flapping his wings. Hector thought the young eagles were the most adorable boys he had ever seen. He was hardly surprised, as Eleanor was an exceptional woman. Hector felt extremely happy to be part of her home now. And with his great friend and mentor, Virgil.

Virgil had long been a great comfort to Hector these past twenty years. During Hector's great emotional upheavals after the death of his family, Virgil had been there. He had soaked up all of Hector's pain, and had turned it into love. When Hector began feeling the stirrings of his homosexuality, Virgil had patiently allowed Hector to slake his desires deep inside his body.

Hector then asked his long time friend to be his mate, but Virgil's life path did not include Hector as his spouse. And after some time, Hector parted company with Virgil. Seeking a deep and secure love with a lifemate of his own. Hector sought someone who would give him the kind of warm love he had known with Virgil, but the harpy only seemed to find willing sexual partners, and little else. Despondent, Hector would periodically return to the quiet solitude of the wilds. Always thinking of his dearest friend Virgil.

Gazing at his new family, Hector now beamed. The lonely Harpy and his dear friend Virgil each seemed to have found the mate they had always yearned for. Hector could scarcely believe he was living the same life. Screeching happily, the golden eagle brothers made their way outside. Shelton noticed Hector's expression had seemed far away, and he gently patted the harpy.

Outside, the riders started their Vincent motorcycles, and the golden eagle brothers danced around merrily. Hector mounted his cycle, and Ashley slipped in behind him. The young eagle clasped his hands around Hector's bare abdomen, and his grip made Hector raise an eye ridge. Jonathan took his place behind Shelton, and the four were off.

The black motorcycles swept toward highway one with a flash of mane, and feathers. Ashley clung to Hector's back, nestled between the grey eagle's wings. And Jonathan sat behind Shelton, the two brothers looked excitedly at one another, preparing for their aerobatics.

As the two cycles rounded a bend and swept down a long grade, the eagle brothers spread their wings, and spin toward one another. Clasping their hands together, the young eagles somersaulted through the air, and the pair landed back on to the opposite cycle from whence they had leapt from. Shelton and Hector grinned to one another, and gunned their engines, preparing to launch the boys again.

After many happy laps around the country roads, the four pulled to the side of the road to rest. Ashley clasped his arms about Hector, and softly cooed "I love you." And Hector looked to the young golden eagle, deeply moved by the unconditional love he found.

And Hector, the last of a line of lasts began to weep in the way that eagles weep. Ashley and Jonathan looked to Hector, puzzlement and concern on their faces, and they hugged the great eagle again. Shelton smiled, and patted his harpy. "Boys..." Shelton said, "Maybe Hector and I should go into town to unwind. We are not far from home, could you fly back and we will see you later?" The brothers nodded, and thanked their new brothers for the lovely afternoon.

***

The sun began to set as the pair rode into Albany. Their gleaming black Vincent motorcycles seemed to come alive in the neon lights of downtown, and every move the motorcyclists made seemed more elegant, and graceful.

The black cycles swept into the parking lot of Hamburger Mary's, and the animals gathered there hooted their interest as the motorcyclists extinguished their engines. Hector slowly rose from his mount, and arched his back, showing his bikini clad hips to the group there.

Animals were staring, mouths agape at the great eagle. Shelton could only smile. "We should get you a gig here as a dancer Hector, seriously!" Shelton cooed. As the pair entered the bar, a live stage band was performing, and a group of black crows was on stage. The pretty black bird strutted across the stage, cawing his lyrics over the strum of the acoustic guitars, "Oh, I got a raven wanna ball all day, I've got a magpie she won't be true, no no. I've got a blackbird stays drunk all the time. I said I gotta little raven and she won't be true!"

As Hector made his way through the crowd, the black bird singer looked directly at the harpy, and continued his song, seemingly just for Hector, "Hey hey, what can I do? I got a magpie, she won't be true! Oh, hear what I say, I gotta blackbird wanna ball all day!"

The animals in the audience cheered as the black birds finished their set, and Hector and Shelton found the lion Rakim at a corner table. Waving, Shelton made his way over to him. In the crowd, Hector saw the pretty male crow vocalist leave the stage. The bird looked to Hector in awed wanting. Hector looked magnificent to the crow, seeming as if an ancient hyperzepherian had sprang to life.

Shelton saw the eagle look to the crow, and the pony smiled. Shelton took the eagle's arm, and said to Hector "We may be getting married, but that won't mean we'll be each other's property."

Hector looked surprised, but was also very pleased to hear that Shelton would trust the eagle, and allow him some freedom. "Why don't you go talk to him Hector, I need to chat with Rakim for a little while." Patting Shelton, Hector them moved across the crowd to the crow. The blackbird shyly put his hands on Hector's bare belly. Marveling at his smooth skin, and the muscles underneath.

"Hello," The crow said shyly, "I am Clancy." Hector gazed into the crows eyes, but said nothing. Grinning, he began to slip his bikini strap down, revealing the folds of his vent. The crow gasped, and put his hand over his beak.

But he quickly put his small black hand over Hector's genital folds. Hector felt blazing hot to the crow's touch, and the tip of the eagle's penis began to butt against the blackbird's hand. "Oh, gods... I want you. Pray tell me your name, tall gray one?" Clancy asked. "I am Hector." The harpy replied.

"Would you accompany me backstage?" Clancy asked, "I would like to properly introduce myself to you." Smiling, Hector let the crow guide him away. Shelton saw the two depart as he eased down next to Rakim. The lion patted the pony, and gently smiled.

"Hi kitty..." The pony said. Shelton thought he knew that the cat understood that it was over. "Yes, I met somebody Rak, but it does not mean goodbye forever." Shelton said softly.

The lion smiled, "I hope we can see each other here." Then Rakim took Shelton's hand, and looked into the pony's eyes, "I know I was always busy Shelton, and I couldn't really provide the emotional support I should have. I'm glad you found someone else. And someone very spectacular I might add." Shelton smiled, "Oh, you have no idea." The pony grinned.

"Shelton...." Rakim began, "Some doctors were at my office a week ago. College of medical professionals, accompanied by a representative of the Amnion Dominion. They want to interview Shelly. They seem to think an odd side effect might result from her operation." Shelton laughed, and the lion raised his eyebrow. "You mean like having an eagle get her pregnant?" Shelton said.

Rakim almost fell from his chair. "What!? Shelton, this isn't something to kid around about..." Rakim said. But Shelton's expression told the lion that it was no jest. Rakim put his hand over his mouth.

"What?" Shelton asked, "Is this dangerous for Shelly?" Shelton said, suddenly concerned. "I don't know pony. It is certainly going to draw her some unwanted scrutiny." Rakim said. Shelton thought of Proudfoot suddenly throwing anyone out of the house that dared upset Shelly. "I think Shelly has some good protection." Shelton said smiling.

Backstage, Clancy the crow stared in awe at the immense size of Hector's manhood. Clancy was on his knees, his own penis in his hands, furiously masturbating as he watched Hector pleasure himself. Hector's muscles thrilled Clancy, and he gasped as the veins that laced Hector's penis seemed to bulge larger as Hector drew near to orgasm.

The crow opened his beak wide, and Hector sprayed a great fount of semen onto the crow. Clancy gasped as he was coated, and tasted of Hector's sweet seed. Then Hector grasped Clancy's shoulder, and lifted the crow to his feet.

Turning Clancy around, he bent the crow over a steamtrunk. Hector put the tip of his penis against Clancy's anus, and the crow shuddered at the thought of the massive member inside him. Hector gently penetrated the crow, and Clancy moaned loudly. His wings flapped spasmodically, and he looked back at Hector as the grinning harpy pushed further into his delicate bottom.

Half of Hector's eighteen inches was inside the little blackbird, and Clancy cried out, "Please! No! You are too big!"

Clancy's cries made an unhealthy desire well up within Hector. The harpy wanted to rape this crow, to sexually brutalize him. Realizing this dark passion was clouding his judgment, Hector quickly withdrew from Clancy. The harpy knelt behind Clancy, begging his pardon for harming him. "Oh, great eagle. I am unhurt. But I was afraid, you are so large, and strong." The crow hugged Hector, and thanked him for the amazing session.

Back at Rakim's table, Shelton gently hugged the big cat. The two looked across the crowd at Hector's crest, standing out high above the heads of all the other animals. Making it's way over to Shelton and Rakim. The lion smiled,

"I suppose Shelly is indeed in good hands." he said. Rakim then rose as Hector drew near, and the harpy shook hands with the lion. "I'm Rakim Zephyrus," The lion said, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

Hector smiled, "Hector Ironwing." the eagle said, introducing himself. Rakim cast a lingering glance at Hector's bare belly, and sexy leather bikini. Hector winked at the lion, and Rakim purred. "Well!" Shelton said, "I know what we are going to be doing this evening!"

The three returned to Rakim's home, and Hector found that he did not have to squeeze through the doorways. The house was very large, and was furnished with very modern amenities. Smiling, Rakim took off his shirt, and Hector slipped his bikini from his hips.

That seductive motion was becoming Hector's favorite sexual tease. He delighted in the expressions it drew from his audience. Rakim drew near to Hector, and ran his hands down the eagle's belly to the folds of his vent. Shelton slipped in behind Hector and put his muzzle under his fan like tail. "Oh!" Hector cried as his penis sprang from his cloaca and practically knocked Rakim back a step. "Oh my god!" Rakim gasped.

Hector grinned, and bucked his hips at the lion. "We should take this to the bedroom..." Shelton said between slurps. The three moved to Rakim's bedroom, and settled onto the bed. Rakim and Hector sat on their knees, facing each other. A strong predator competitiveness came over the two, and Rakim began to play wrestle with the harpy.

Rakim jostled with the great eagle, trying to test Hector's strength. Hector clasped his arms around Rakim, and with his fearsome strength, squeezed the breath from lion's chest. The lion had never before felt such power, and he looked wide eyed into the eagle's dark eyes.

Hector was immensely aroused by the lion's surprise, and fear. Shelton suddenly pinned his ears back, he had never seen such a display before. The harpy grasped the lion's mane, and threw him face first into the pillows. Grasping the lion's arm, the harpy pinned it behind Rakim's back. Hector straddled Rakim's buttocks, and positioned his penis against the crack of the lion's ass. With a chittering cry, Hector thrust his penis into the lion.

Rakim's bowel was lubricated by the harpy's copious precum, as Hector began a savage rutting.

Shelton watched wide eyed as Hector began to rape Rakim. The lion cried out as Hector ploughed him, unable to break free of the eagle's iron grip. Hector fucked the lion hard, and Rakim began pleading and gasping.

Hector jerked the lion's head up, holding his mane tightly. Allowing the lion to offer any protests. "Yes... y-yes..." Rakim gasped.

Satisfied, Hector slammed the lion's face back into the pillows, and continued to pound him. Hector relished fucking the big cat. He was much more substantial than his pony, and the harpy felt he could be more "spirited" with the big cat. Dominating this lion was intensely pleasurable to Hector. He secretly liked having animals fear him, and having a large lion totally defenseless, and fearing for his safety made Hector wild with fervor.

He bucked his hips hard, and brutally fucked the lion. Rakim began to cry out in pain, and Shelton clasped his hands around Hector's arm, "Please! You are hurting him!" Shelton cried.

Hector saw the anguish on Shelton's face, and stopped his assault. Realization was dawning on the eagle. Hector slowly withdrew from Rakim, and fell backward.

A great emotion was on Hector's face, and his wings gently trembled. Rakim rolled over, and looked to the eagle. Blood and semen were leaking from his anus, and his expression was dazed, and unfocused.

Shelton crawled over to Hector, and the bird clasped his hands over his face. He didn't want Shelton to look at him. Shelton wasn't a predatory animal, but he had seen enough from them that he knew that there was always a struggle inside their hearts. Rakim was a predator who had always led a city life, Shelton knew Hector had lived in the wilds from time to time, and that a great conflict was in his heart as he struggled with his savagery.

"Hey..." Shelton said softly, "How come I never get any freaky lovin' like that?" Hector let out a croaking laugh, but continued to hide his face. Rakim came near, and gently put his hands on Hector's knees. He understood what had happened. Shelton put his arms around Hector and gently hummed a sweet melody. The eagle looked into Shelton's eyes, and Shelton brushed his lips over his beak.

"I never want to hurt you Shelton..." The eagle said, shaking. "I never want to hurt anyone, ever again."

Rakim patted the eagle, and Shelton tenderly kissed both men. "Hey, remember that I love you birdy." Shelton said, and Hector gasped again, weeping in the way that eagles cry. Hector looked into Rakim's eyes, begging for forgiveness. And Hector found it within the cat's green eyes. Hector hugged Shelton tightly, "I need you pony...." the eagle said softly.

Shelton collected his troubled harpy, and after tending to Rakim's injuries, bid the lion goodnight. Hector and Shelton rode to the house on Forest drive, and sleepily made their way into the bedroom. Hector was quiet, and seemed deep in thought. The harpy was terribly unhappy with himself. Just when true happiness was within his grasp, his personal demons seemed to rise up, attempting to thwart his dreams. Shelton hugged Hector, and the eagle peeped softly into Shelton's ear. The two slowly settled into bed, with Shelton cradled against the harpy's belly.

But Hector settled into a restless, troubled sleep. A dream came upon him, and in it, the harpy was five years old again. He found himself back in his father's woodland cabin, and he was afraid. His father was screaming, and the young Hector shrank from his terrible visage.

His father closed on the young harpy, and viciously kicked the young Hector across the room. Hector cried out in pain, and terror, begging his father not to harm him. But then Saldek, Hector's elder brother appeared. He raged against his father's tyranny, and the father harpy had a moment of pause when he saw the rage that he had sewn in his eldest son's face.

But Isadora, the brother's mother fell upon Saldek, enraged that he would dare challenge his father's authority. Saldek drew his clawed hand back, and slashed her across her throat. Her blood splashed across Saldek's face as she crumbled to the ground.

Constantine Ironwing again found his rage, and charged his eldest. But Saldek's talons found his belly, and slashed it mortally. Hector watched in helpless terror as his brother grappled with his father. Each slashing the other. Until Saldek clasped his hands around his father's head, and slowly began to fracture his skull. Hector tried to cover his ears to block out the sickening snaps and crackles that heralded his father's undoing. Saldek crushed his father's skull. Hector saw the visage of his father become a bloody parody of what it had been in life, and the broken body of his father fell to the floor.

Saldek looked to Hector, for a moment it seemed that Saldek had a murderous design for his younger sibling as well. And Saldek approached him with talons bared. But instead, he took Hector into his arms, and gently cradled him.

After a time, Saldek softly whispered to his younger brother, "And now we are free..."

Shelton woke as Hector called out in his sleep, but the harpy slowly settled back into a slumber. Shelton sighed, Hector was indeed troubled. Shelton reached out, and kissed the eagle's hand. "I love you Hector..." Shelton said, and in Hector's sleep, he smiled. "We will be okay sweetheart..." Shelton whispered again. And the pony lay there for a long time, whispering sweet words to the sleeping eagle. And slowly, Hector's sleep became happy, as the stallion came to him in his dreams.

***

In another dream, far outside of the world of land, sat it's lonely creator. There were many tragic losses that were felt by the dreamer, but touched was he by the life and memory of Justin Brightwing. The god sat in his sunny meadow, cradling the luminous soul that had been Justin Brightwing. The creator wore simple clothing, and his face was unlike any that existed in land. He held the eagle's soul, and slowly the god's form took the rainment of a great golden eagle. The dreamer dipped his hand into his pool, and relived the memories of Justin the golden eagle. Justin was a sweet, special being. And the creator was touched by his love, and his devotion to his family.

Gazing into his reflective pool, the dreamer saw the lives of his loved ones. The new sister and loving mother that Justin had been forced to depart from. "Justin," the creator said, "I have a task which you could fulfill for me."

Smiling, the creator dipped the waters of Justin's memories onto the formless shape of the spirit of Justin Brightwing. The soul stirred, and a face became visible through the spirit's glowing light. It was a golden eagle's visage.

The spirit of Justin Brightwing was slowly waking from it's deep slumber. The dreamer gazed deeply into his pool, to the sleeping image of his equine child Shelly Holden. The dreamer smiled, and looked into her body at the growing fetus she carried. The little baby would need a soul, and the dreamer just happened to have one here in his arms. Sprinkling more of the droplets of Justin's memory upon the spirit of Justin Brightwing, the creator held the soul over the pool. "Come now Justin, go to your new mother. You will become her Shean Proudfoot. And you will be a splendid child. Go, return to the embrace of your loved ones!" The dreamer immersed the soul into the waters of the pool, and into the vision of Shelly Holden.

Across the gulf, Shelly stirred from her sleep. Virgil opened his eyes, and looked to her. Shelly had a look of wonder on her face, and her eyes seemed to have a strange inner glow. Virgil put his head on her breast, and Shelly stroked his feathers. "I had a strange feeling..." Shelly said softly. And as Virgil looked into her eagle's eyes, Shelly said softly, "I felt like Justin touched me. Just now."

Virgil smiled, and touched her brow, "He touches you always my love." Virgil said. Shelly smiled, and kissed Virgil's hand. Slowly, the two fell back to sleep. And the dreamer smiled as he looked through his reflective pool to the sleeping parents. The creator stood, and spread his golden wings, "I shall like this dream, very very much." And happily taking wing, the dreamer soared across his sky, merrily humming as the world he had wrought turned beneath him.

***

Eleanor was just finishing tidying her kitchen when she heard Hector and Shelton's motorcycles rumbling up the drive. She smiled as they entered the home, and she heard Shelton trot up the stairway. But Hector entered the kitchen, and shyly smiled to Eleanor. The mother eagle beamed back to him. Hector felt that he did not deserve such a loving figure in his life. He felt lowly, and beast-like for his dark passions of the previous night. But Eleanor, in her wisdom, saw Hector's feelings of low self worth.

She went to him, and gently hugged him. Cradling his face in her hands, Eleanor gently touched her beak to his. Opening her eyes, she stroked the feathers of his crest. Every moment the kind lady loved him, Hector felt another dark memory slowly fade from his being. A memory of Hector's mother Isadora Ironwing came to his mind. And the stern grey visage of the woman slowly faded from his thoughts, replaced by the loving face of the golden Eleanor.

"I love you." Eleanor said to him, gently smoothing his feathers. And Hector began to gently weep in the way eagles cry. And as he sobbed, another painful memory left his being, never to return.

-by Chris Sawyer 2009