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Anthro Sex Squad Story 1 - Vibra's Story

By Killenor

Arc 1 - Origins

Chapter 5

"Alright you two," Vibra whispered to the frightened children, "You need to stay and hide. Those men want to hurt me, but I won't let them hurt you."

The great bird-lady was surprised at herself, not only had she saved these two, but she did so despite her own injuries. Vibra marveled at how much she had changed over her time with the humans. She was beginning to pick up their habits. Had she been a normal roc-mother, those chicks would have been left to their deaths while she made a hasty escape. But something within her had been awoken by the human-mothers she had talked to these last weeks. They all seemed so warm and loving that she could not help but wanting to feel that for herself.

The children had made those feelings worse. No, she reflected, not worse, but emphatically better. Somehow their innocence and bright-eyed wonder at her, their lack of fear, it made them... lovable. She couldn't let them be harmed, especially after the promise that she had made to the parents when she first offered to fly the children around.

Whatever befell her, she felt the deep seated need to protect.

And that meant ending that emissary, and even those whom he had brought.

A grim determination spread through Vibra's bones at the thought of what she knew she must do. There could be no turning back. The humans she had decided to protect were in danger. She was in danger. The threat must be eliminated for there could be no running.

Every step jolted through her, reminding her of the ragged red wound at her collar. It was not bleeding very much but something told her that flying would be nigh impossible until it healed. Whatever it was that hurt her, she was lucky only in that it had carved a furrow in her flesh rather than pierced deep into her.

She had no idea how to fight such foes. Beyond hunting she had never killed, or even wounded another creature. Now she walked through the woods about the village, hurt and immensely angry, intent on putting these bad humans to her own talons. Hunting, she thought, perhaps it would be just like hunting.

The edge of the woods neared. Beyond it lie fields freshly cut from harvest. She would be exposed completely and, at over nine feet tall by the human count and covered with shimmery white feathers, very visible. Since she could easily reach onto the thatched roofs of the houses it would be supremely difficult to hide. Thus, she stalked about the woodland edge, observing when would be best to make her final, gallant charge.

***

Running through these woods wasn't very pleasant, especially while nearly nude, Elenyra decided. The low branches whacked against her small wings, pulled tight around her, and scratched at the membranes terribly. It was just lucky that her magicks preserved her stamina, for any normal person would have been exhausted after so many hours of flat-out running. Her faith in Aaluran guided her, shining a path right through the trees, guiding her, presumably, toward the great bird and the lost children.... or whatever they represented.

Something about the vision disturbed her though. What was this violet flame? How was she supposed to douse it before it consumed everything? The only clue was that the golden mask was poised to intercede, and that could only mean that she was to step in and prevent the fire from destroying everything.

Keen mystical senses, honed through years of devotion to her deity, told her she was close now. The little thorp couldn't be more than a mile or two away. Soon she would see the fields, standing just harvested, and no doubt recognize the purple flames.

As she swiftly rounded a dense cluster of trees, her keen ears picked out the sobs of children. She stopped. Her vision initially showed the bird with its wings wrapping children! Up until now she had thought of it as some sort of a metaphor, like protecting innocence or something... to have a vision be... well... real. Elenyra picked her way toward the children.

There, hidden in the bushes!

Two children... brother and sister by the looks of them. They held each other and wept, tears of fear and sorrow darkening the earth and leaves beneath them.

Elenyra could not risk frightening them further, especially not when she was here to save them. Opening her heart to the will of her deity, she projected waves of soothing love, the true lovers calm, at the children. Within this calm she sent a vision of herself, that the children would not be surprised at the sight of her. Aaluran, god(dess) of sex and love, was also a patron of children, for they must grow and learn of joy. The will of the deity was done.

She stepped out in front of the children. They sighed at the warm light radiating from her scales, soothing their fears away.

"Children," she said in her softest voice, "I am here to save you, and to save your bird, from a terrible evil. What can you tell me so that I might help you?"

The young boy looked up at her, the bravery of youth shining in his eyes.

"We was flying on Vibra," he began, trying to hold back more tears, "we... we saw som'fing me'al on the ground an' then there was a... a flash!"

"An' a bang," interjected the sister.

"Righ' right... and then, then Vibra was 'urt... real bad."

The little girl pantomimed something bursting from her shoulder.

"An' then we was falling..."

"I saw purple fires on the ground."

"But then, Vibra caught us!"

The girl pantomimed a swooping hand catching two falling fingers.

"an' then Vibra set us down an' told us ta hide... then... then she went off to fight the bad men what was gonna try 'n' 'urt us!"

Elenyra straightened, wide eyed. Her visions had never... ever been literal before! What power her deity had! There was an actual giant bird, actual children... and now an actual violet fire that was carried by tyrants!

But no time to ponder how. She had a job to do!

"Children, I need you to stay here. Whatever happens, stay hidden. I will return with Vibra shortly and then we shall see what to do next. Do you understand?"

The children nodded and she was off at a run. In the couple minutes it took to reach the edges of the field, she could only wonder at the miracle of such a clear vision. She had been an oracle to Aaluran for decades now, and never had she been so blessed. Whatever this was, she knew it was only the threshold of a great path, a true path of destiny, and that no matter what part she played in it, she was truly gifted by her god(dess).

She saw the feathers first, white but shimmering with every color, as if rainbows had been wrought as gems and set into her down. It was only her back that she could see, but as it resolved she noticed the scale of the bird-woman.

Her height challenged the roof of the house she hid behind! Never had Elenyra seen one of the bird-folk so large!

Elenyra ran swiftly along the edge of the woods, trying not to be seen, hoping to catch a glimpse of the violet flame without compromising the path that this... Vibra... would take.

At last, she reached an area where she could watch Vibra and the square at the same time. The great bird-woman was watching vigilantly for the guards in the square to look away... guards on horses, clad in steel, and each carrying a torch that burned violet. Between the ring of knights stood a carriage, a mundane thing that rocked from within and leaked the eldritch fumes of eroticka and evil.

***

Finally! No one was looking. Now was her chance.

Vibra stalked out from the trees, doing her best to keep quiet as she approached the nearest farmhouse. She was painfully aware of her size, the openness of the field, the distance to the house, and worse, the shining quality of her feathers. Still she slunk with every hope behind her. The recently cut grain-stalks stabbed at her thin, scaly feet as she crossed the field, but she heaved a sigh of relief as she finally crossed over to the back of the farmhouse.

Despite the height of the house, Vibra still hunkered down to be sure her great crest of head-feathers remained beneath the thatched roof. She could hear clanking footsteps and sobbing, but no clear words. She also heard the creak of rocking wood near the town center. After waiting anxiously for any sounds of footsteps approaching, she held a hand to her crest and sneaked a peek around the house.

Shiny men, guards she had learned properly, stood about the road looking for her, but like idiots they had their gaze skyward. She winced at this reminder that she had no chance of flying away anyhow. The ornate carriages were standing in the town center, their horses looking about lazily for something they might find interesting. Surrounding the carriage were at least a dozen armored men on armored horses, each bearing a torch with a purple flame. The same figures she had seen from the air somehow looked many times more intimidating, especially since they rivaled her own height when astride their horses.

Something was making the carriage shake and rock. Gasps and moans added themselves to the creaking of wood and flutter of fabrics. Even further, odd lights and flusters of wind surrounded the carriage, as if a strange storm was brewing within. Whatever was going on in there, thought Vibra, it must have something to do with whoever had wounded her from so far away. Nothing else but magic, she decided, could produce such terrible effects from so far away.

Creeping around to the other side of the house let her see the fate of the villagers. They were huddled together, bound with rope and chain. Two people, a man and a woman, lay before the bound villagers, blood pooling from the wounds that had killed them. All tried to look away, from their dead friends, many trying to comfort the weeping children bound beside them. Vibra scanned the faces she could see; searching for the parents of the two she had carried aloft, but quickly concluded that the corpses were they.

A great weight fell upon Vibra's spirit. She sank to her knees and hid once more behind the house. Words came unbidden through time, reminding her of the fate she had caused these people. 'It could get you all killed' the emissary had said, and now, it was coming true! But the true salt in the wound was, the people had spoken out for her to spare the emissary, and now, other humans had returned to destroy them for such kindness!

The emissary... and whoever he had brought with him... was responsible for this, Vibra realized as her rage grew. They didn't have to do this! She had helped the villagers get everything they had needed and more! She was willing to work beside them, to help them... to live with them!

There must be something wrong with these folk, she surmised, for them to act so foully. Betrayal of their own people must show that something is terribly the matter! Why then, did humans allow themselves to be commanded by bad people?! Was it only the loyalty that the good folk had that kept the bad in power? Could they not see what had become of this?!

A realization dawned then. She was not human. She saw these errors.

She was the one to fix it.

As the remembrance of her determinations renewed within her once more, it filled her with a terrible loathing for bad people.

The emissary had told her on their last meeting that there was no way she could win a fight with all humans... but something told her that she would win against the few who were bad. She would carve a path to that carriage, stopping for nothing save to pull the emissary from his hiding place and finish the punishment she had promised for hurting HER humans.

She gathered herself for the charge. She knew just how she would go. Over the rooftop, a leap into the center of the square would get her there with least effort, damaged wing be damned. Somehow, she knew, before she died she would at least finish off that fancy prate with her own talons.

Long fingers sank through the thatched roof and gripped the rafters beneath. With a herculean effort, Vibra pulled herself up, clenching her beak through the pain. A leap from the pinnacle sent her aloft, wing spread, for her final dive.

But the carriage no longer rocked. A man had emerged, and as she hurtled toward her quarry he met her gaze head-on.