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Goldeneyes Chapter 2

Far away from the city of Albany, near the base of the stone mountain stands the avian temple of the Sanvean valley. Built two millennia ago, it is a great sweeping pyramid a thousand feet tall. Crafted of the finest stonework, it was once the imperial palace of the great ruler Aurelius. Seamlessly transitioning into the modern age, the great temple now serves as the spiritual center of all avian kind.

Around the great structure, the winged animals busy themselves with their daily activities. Modern avians live a life scarcely different than their ancient forebears, although their societal structure is more advanced than any other society on land. Living closer to nature, the winged animals are culturally separate from their terrestrial mammal neighbors. This is not born out of dislike of others, it is simply the social order that has grown from the avians' natural ability of flight.

This separation from mammal kind also extends to the avians' political leadership. Winged animal kind govern their own affairs, and every region of the world has a central avian temple where a governing council is seated. The avian temple of the Sanvean is the greatest of these temples, and among it's leaders is a bald eagle named Joshua Morningside.

An eagle of great lordship, Joshua Morningside is seated upon the avian governing council, and is counted as a high scholar of the temple. Although he is an eagle one of somewhat eccentric ways. And today he had received a rather amusing letter from an old friend.

Lord Morningside sat at his large desk, looking upon the letter once again, and softly smiling. In the eagle's hand was a wooden bowl full of succulent grubs, and as he reminisced, the eagle absently scooped out a great hand full of the morsels, and shoved them into his maw.

Just then there was a soft tapping of claws upon his chamber door, and Joshua called out, "Ah, my boy! Enter!"

Quickly taking another handful of grubs into his maw, lord Morningside rose to greet his son, "Virgil," the father eagle said, talking through his food, "I have tidings for you, and a request."

The eagle's son bowed, and hugged his father. "What tidings father?" Virgil asked.

"Ah, 'tis a sad time for your former teacher, the Lady Eleanor Brightwing. She has lost her son of late, the young Justin."

Virgil nodded, "Aye, I have heard of this sadness. Shall we take wing together? To go to her, and assuage her grief, you and I?"

Morningside's eyes sparkled, and taking another mouthful of grubs, he shoved them into his maw. "Aye, take wing my lad, but it is not I who shall accompany you. Take with you your brother Hector. With him you shall alight, and go to the lady Eleanor."

Virgil looked quizzical, "But father, Hector knows not the lady Eleanor. Surely she would rather see you and I together?"

Morningside waived his hand dismissivly, "What better way for my adopted son to meet this great woman." Joshua said smiling, "Go, you and Hector. Leave in the morning, and fly to the city of Albany. Take my regards to the Lady Eleanor." Virgil bowed to his father, and the elder bald eagle dismissed his son. Joshua turned back to his paperwork, merrily humming as he shoved another handful of grubs into his maw.

***

The next dawn shone brightly above the forest of Sanvean, and the two great birds of prey drew near to the mammal city of Albany. The bald eagle had heard of the great sadness, and he was glad to now take wing, to console his former teacher. The pair traveled on, and Proudfoot cast a glance toward his companion.

Below Proudfoot flew the massive Harpy Eagle. His coloring was iron grey, and he flew upon short broad wings. Crowning his head was a great feathered crest. And his visage was fearsome, and his talons terrible. But within the heart of this Harpy was a kindly soul, who delighted in mechanical things, and pleasing his friends. Those he knew, and those he had yet to.

The harpy Hector looked back across the sky to his friend. They were close to the eyrie of Virgil's beloved matriarch. It was a profound sorrow to hear of the Lady Eleanor's youngest, passing so soon.

But from this great tragedy, Proudfoot had heard of a fantastic happening. The eyes of her departed son had been gifted to a young blind equine. The eyes of the sky had been gifted to the heart of the earth. Proudfoot smiled, it seems history repeats it's self in small ways. The eagles had once, long ago, helped the mammals of land in a very dark time. And from that darkness, the eagles had led them into a new day. History did indeed repeat. And Proudfoot was glad.

The early morning sun shone in brightly through the great round windows of Eleanor's home. The Brightwing home stood on the side of a lush wooded hill. Nestled on the border of the Sanvean national forest. It was an elegant, and splendid wooden structure. The Brightwing residence consisted of a large central gallery, multi storied, large enough to hangar a small aircraft. On each side of the upper level were bedchambers, and living spaces. All had large windows that could be opened from the inside, or the out. Permitting the eagles to leave and take flight as they pleased. The lower level of the gallery had great windows that celebrated the beauty that surrounded the Brightwing home. At the north end of the gallery the home made a bend, and in that portion was the multi level kitchen, and other storage rooms. The home taking on an "L" shape.

The Brightwing family that Eleanor had married into had once owned much of the land that the city of Albany now sits upon. And Eleanor's family lineage was descended from Helician lordship. In the weeks since her youngest son's death, many raptors and eagles had come to the golden eagle's home. To pay their respects, and condolences. Great lords of eagles, as well as humble animals of simple trade. All loved the kindly eagle matriarch, and were deeply saddened by her youngest son's untimely death.

In the cheery morning light streaming into the Brightwing home, Shelton slowly stirred. He looked over to his sister, and she was still fast asleep. Her sleepy face did not have the touch of sadness that Shelton had almost not noticed anymore. Until it was now absent.

Shelly now dearly loved her new eagle mother. A kind parent figure had finally come into her life, and like a rescuer, had plucked Shelly from the ocean of despair in which she had been drowning. Shelton was also moved by the eagle's selfless love, but he was still somewhat uncomfortable by the suddenness with which this was all happening. Scarcely over a month ago, Shelton still lived in his modest home on Forest drive, with his blind sister. Now he found himself in a comparative palace with a loving family of eagles. It was so outside of the Stallion's normal experience. But he was happy to feel that Shelly had not only gained sight, but a family, and a home. Shelton slowly rose, and crept from the room, careful not to wake his sister. He made his way to the bathroom, and stood before the confusing toilet. Looking more like a wash basin than anything, it wasn't very mammal friendly when more than just casual use was required. "The bathroom situation is getting out of hand..." He laughed to himself.

Coming down the stairs, Shelton found his adopted mother in the kitchen, busily making breakfast for her family. Eleanor spread her wings brightly, and roused her feathers. "Good morning!" She said, beaming.

Shelton smiled, and gave her a warm hug. Her loving glow was infectious, and seemed to shine away even the darkest of moods. "What pursuits have you today Shelton?" She asked, as she handed him a plate of oats.

"I think I want to try and repair that leaky room back at my house." Shelton said, sitting down with his meal.

"Shelton...." Eleanor began, "It would please me very much if you and Shelly were to take up residence here, and share our home. Jonathan and Ashley are very excited, and are keen to count you as family." Eleanor shyly covered her beak with her wing, as she waited for Shelton's answer.

Shelton was taken aback. Again, things were moving way too fast. But he looked at the mother eagle waiting eagerly for his answer, her eyes smiling with love, and the last trace of apprehension left Shelton's heart.

The stallion rose, and warmly embraced his adopted mother. He softly sighed, and whispered, "I love you mom."

Eleanor had not had the Stallion address her as such before, and a great happiness crossed her face. She had been accepted by the stallion, and she was very happy. "But mom," Shelton said at last, "We really need to put a mammal friendly toilet upstairs. It's driving me crazy." Eleanor let out an amused laugh, and hugged the pony again.

In her bed, Shelly lay in her gentle slumber. Slowly, she fell under a gentle and watchful gaze. She was dreaming, but it was not her dream that her spirit moved to. From a dark place, Justin Brightwing stood. Gazing at his mother's adopted daughter. His heart was peaceful, and his expression glad. His gaze left Shelly, and he looked up into the bright firmament.

It was night. It was eternally night in this place. But the night here held no darkness for the late son of Eleanor. He stood amongst a stand of great trees, all was bathed in a silver light from the moon, high above. And in the sky, the milky firmament glinted in the darkness. Beyond the forest, there was a shore. And beyond, a great sea. The moonlight sparkled upon the darken surface.

Out across the sea, on the distant horizon, Justin could see a ship. Justin knew he stood not in a place, but within a dream. He looked up at the silver moon, and he knew that it was the dreamer's compassion. The stars above were his thoughts, and the darken waters beyond the shore was his memory. Beyond the waters lay eternity, and the ship that waited patiently for Justin was the dreamer's servant. Waiting for the eagle to take ship with him, the servant would bear him over the sea, taking the eagle into his afterlife.

Justin lingered within the dreamer. He had agonized over his Mother's sorrow. And he had desired to stay, and see that his family would be safe. Hoping to help in any way he could. The gentle dreamer lovingly shining down his compassion upon the eagle. Allowing him to stay for as long as the eagle wished. For the eagle knew that once he crossed the veil into eternity, his memory would be undone. All his thoughts, and fears, and loves becoming part of the dream of the creator. And the creator would take his spirit, and the young eagle would be reborn elsewhere. In another time, and another existence. A blank page, ready for a new story to be written.

But Justin stood looking through the trees of the creator's forest. Through the gently swaying arms, he saw a dream of his sister Shelly. His new sister's dream was sweet, and Justin smiled. All of the hurts of his passing were healing, and his mother's heart was again warm with love. Soon Justin would take ship, and pass over sea. Never to return. But not just yet, the gentle scenes he saw were happy for him to behold. He wished to share in their new joy.

And then, when the time would come, the eagle would dissolve into the dream of the creator. He looked through the trees to Shelly, "I love you so much..." he said. And across the gulf, Shelly smiled sweetly.

Justin turned, and strolled back through the great trees toward the shore. Gazing out at the distant ship, Justin pondered his loneliness here on the other side of twilight.

***

The morning sun was climbing high, and in Eleanor's kitchen, Shelton finished his meal. His two eagle brothers made their way in, and each gave him a peck on his cheek. Hugging their mother, the boys then pantomimed being small chicks, holding their mouths agape and pointing urgently into their maws. Laughing, Eleanor gestured to Shelton, "See what a mother puts up with?"

Shelton giggled, and then there was a chime of the doorbell. "Ill get it!" Shelton said, "I have to be running off to Albany to start on that roof, before it gets too warm." The eagles waved to him as the stallion skipped into the gallery to answer the door.

Virgil Proudfoot stood at the door with his stepbrother, Hector Ironwing. Both inspected the other, nervously straightening and smoothing their feathers. Shelton answered the door, and the eagles gazed down at the pony. "Hi..." Shelton said at last. "Oh!" Proudfoot said, "You are Shelton Holden! Brother of Shelly Holden." Shelton smiled, "As far as I know. Come on in, Eleanor is in the kitchen." The two eagles bowed, and entered. From upstairs, Shelly stirred from her sleep. She groaned, and laid back on her pillow.

Eleanor came into the gallery as Proudfoot and Ironwing entered. "Good tidings eagles! Young Proudfoot, it pleases me to see you again!" Eleanor said, and then bowed to her former student's friend, "Master Harpy. Lads, please, what news from the Avian Temple?"

Proudfoot bowed, "Aye Lady, it is we who bring tidings. We seek to offer condolences to the recent loss of your Justin." Eleanor smiled, and placed her hand upon Shelton's shoulder. "Never has my heart been happier, my friends.

You find me healed, and restored." Shelton hugged the mother eagle, and then looked up at the two visitors. The bald eagle was stunningly beautiful. His build was muscular, his dark brown plumage hugged the curves of his might.

His white capped head had a noble face, and his bright yellow eyes shone in the morning light streaming in from the windows.

His harpy eagle companion was an interesting fellow. His visage would have been frightening, were it not for the kindly expression it wore. Steel grey plumage covered his body, turning to lighter grey, and white hues at his breast.

Upon his head was a crown of long feathers, making a great crest. And interestingly, no feathers covered his belly, or groin area. To cover his unusual nakedness, the harpy wore a loincloth. To preserve his modesty.

The harpy bowed to Shelton as he noticed the pony's inspections. "We seem to bear the same grey hues Master Shelton." The harpy said, referring to Shelton's dapple grey coat.

"Oh... uh huh." Shelton said, picking up interesting pings from the great eagle.

Eleanor turned to Shelton, "Sweetheart, would you show our guests to the kitchen, and provide them with food, and drink? I will go and awaken our sleepy Shelly." And with that, Eleanor leapt up into the walkway above with an impressive muscular ease. Shelton was surprised by the athletic display. He shyly turned to the visitors, and beckoned them to the kitchen.

Eleanor drew near to Shelly's room, and from within Shelly called "Mom?"

"We have visitors dear, they may wish to meet you." Eleanor said, drawing the curtain aside to Shelly's room. Shelly lay sleepily smiling at her new mother. "I'm sorry mom, I was just so tired."

Eleanor sat down on the bed, and gently touched the mare's brow. "How quickly we forget how recent your surgery was sweetheart. You still need rest to fully recover." Shelly held out her arms, and the eagle laid her neck within them. Sighing happily, both lingered in the pleasant embrace of the other for a long moment.

"So we have company?" Shelly then asked. "Aye," Eleanor said, "You may find the young bald eagle who visits to be rather interesting. He's single and looking after all!" Shelly giggled, the thought of being paired with an eagle seeming such a farce.

Downstairs, Shelton handed the harpy eagle a beverage. Standing very close to the stallion, Hector thanked the pony. Shelton was really getting interesting vibes from the massive eagle. His gaze returned to the harpy's belly, and Shelton was stirred by the eagle's physique. Great cords of muscle bulged through the flesh of his abdomen, and as he looked to Proudfoot, the stallion noticed the bald eagle was similarly endowed.

Hector's featherless belly made Shelton realize what a shame it is that eagles are covered by their feathery plumages.

"Ah," Hector said, noting the stallion's gaze, "My odd covering, 'tis a birth defect. An oddity. And so I cover myself as if a mammal, though it is not out of shame."

Shelton grinned, what did he mean by that?

This raptor was truly interesting. Being homosexual himself, Shelton would have sworn the harpy was sending out all the signals of homosexual interest. But the raptors of land were not known to seek out recreational sex. Homosexuality was not unknown among them, but the gay culture that existed among the mammals was wholly foreign to the avians. The birds mated for life, and never remarried or felt the touch of another if a mate passed away. Such was the reason Eleanor never remarried after the death of her husband.

Just then Eleanor entered the kitchen with Shelly, and the visiting eagles bowed to her. They could not help but gaze into her eagle's eyes. Proudfoot had met Justin once, and the uniqueness of seeing his eyes within the face of another was truly fascinating.

Shelly gazed to the eagle Proudfoot, and as she looked to him, her lips parted slightly. A look of wonderment crossed her face, and she absently fiddled with the buttons of her blouse. She never thought a man could be so beautiful.

Shelton nudged her, and she quickly greeted the raptors. "Oh, Hello gentlemen!" Shelly said shyly.

Similarly stirred, Proudfoot stole the moment and knelt before Shelly, taking her hand and touching it to his cheek. Shelly breathed in his sublime scent, not readily apparent, until he was close. She gazed deeply into his eyes, and breathlessly whispered "How beautiful..."

Shelton looked at the two, his brow raising quizzically. Hector the harpy stole his own moment, and placed his huge clawed hand on the stallion's shoulder. Shelton quickly looked up to the raptor, and Hector's feathered crest roused as he smiled. "This dude is really really interesting." Shelton thought.

Shelly looked across the table at the Brightwing children who were making gagging impressions, and Eleanor had covered her beak with her wing, shyly smiling.

Shelton clapped his hands together, "Right! Well I should be heading off..." But as he looked back to the grey harpy eagle, he found that he could not move. Hector smiled, "It would be a pleasure to see you again Master Shelton... soon."

Eleanor cheerily suggested, "There's no need for goodbyes! You two noble eagles have traveled far, and I would be happy to have you stay in our home for a few days. There is plenty of room!" Shelton could only groan, but he felt a flutter in his stomach. He knew then that he would be running his hands through the great harpy eagle's feathers, and slowly pulling the loincloth from his hips. Something he had wanted to do since first seeing the gorgeous bird.

Shelly too looked pleased at her mother's suggestion, and Proudfoot looked suddenly shy. Perhaps envisioning his own scenario of slowly undressing the lady Shelly.

"Then it is decided!" Eleanor cawed. She loved playing the match maker, and this paring of Proudfoot, and Ironwing to her horses was working out splendidly! If only her own chicks would be so easy to get matched up with suitable mates. Happily, Eleanor beamed. Smiling to her adopted children, her own scenario played in the mother eagle's mind of a splendid wedding to come.

***

Ashley and Jonathan took their leave soon after, and Shelton finally began feeling very restless. His penis began to faintly stiffen in his jeans, and the harpy immediately caught notice. "Damn..." Shelton thought. He never thought he would be so aroused by a bird. But the harpy greatly stirred him. A sly thought crossed his mind...

"Hector, have you ever seen the city of Albany?" Shelton asked, and Hector smiled, "Only from the air."

"Well..." Shelton said innocently, "I need to travel to my home, and make a repair. Having such a big strong eagle to assist me would make the job much easier. And then maybe we could take in some sights?"

Shelly cast her brother an incredulous glance, and Shelton shrugged innocently. "That is a splendid idea!" the harpy cooed, and Shelton knew that his avian cherry would soon be popped.

"Great!" The pony said, "I'll get my cycle armor!" Shelton went to his room, and began to assemble his protective motorcycle clothing. As he sat to pull the trousers over his hips, he found the massive harpy eagle looming over him. His kindly face was suddenly very predatory.

"Oh, hi..." the pony managed to say. "I have always found motorcycles to be very interesting devices. It would be interesting to see you ride." Hector said softly. Shelton thought of his rides with Jonathan, launching the young eagle from the back of his cycle had become a ritual, and Jonathan relished it. But Shelton dismissed this thought with regard to the harpy. The huge eagle was twice the mass of Jonathan, who himself was almost too big to comfortably fit behind Shelton.

"We best be off..." Shelton said as he made his way downstairs. His boots clomping on the stair steps as he made his way down. But Shelton found the harpy eagle already by the front door, smiling mischievously. Hector knew that sex was the reason behind the journey to Shelton's old house, and Shelton's penis again strained at his trousers. Outside, Shelton fired up his motorcycle. The harpy made approving nods as he listened to the purr of the engine. "I would love to have such a device!" Hector said.

"Hmmm..." Shelton mused, "They do make a large six cylinder motorcycle for large mammals." the pony said. "Indeed?" The harpy replied, with a sly smile.

Shelton set out, and the harpy alighted, flying just a few dozen feet above the pony as he made his way down the windy driveway toward highway one.

On the open road, Shelton found that passing motorists were staring at the stallion with wide eyed wonderment. Confused, Shelton glanced up, but did not see the harpy anywhere. Looking in his rear view mirror, Shelton was met with the eagle's grey visage not more than a few feet from the back of his helmet.

The great eagle was skimming the ground, just behind Shelton, close enough for the eagle to reach out and grasp the back of the machine with his clawed hands.

"This guy is going to be a wild fuck..." Shelton said to himself.

Sensing the stallion's amusement, the harpy reached out and clasped the pony's shoulders for a brief moment before returning to Shelton's six o'clock position, just behind him.

At an intersection, a motorist was distracted by the bizarre spectacle of the giant eagle flying just behind a motorcyclist. Attempting to make a right turn at the intersection, the driver cut in front of an oncoming sedan.

The sedan swerved, and crossed the center divider, heading straight for the oncoming stallion's motorcycle. Shelton saw the car coming right for him. There was no time for him to react, and nowhere for him to go. His last thought was of his sister Shelly. But Hector saw the impending collusion, and reached out and clasped his arms around Shelton, yanking the stallion off of his motorcycle with blinding speed, just as the sedan slammed into his motorcycle head-on.

Shelton screamed as he heard his motorcycle being crushed.

But he found that he was safely in Hector's arms. The harpy landed, and set Shelton down. Animals were getting out of their cars, and were rushing to the wrecked sedan. An elderly mare got out of the sedan, she was crying, but unharmed.

She slowly sat down on the grass beside the road, as concerned animals checked her for injuries. Hector felt terrible, he felt he had cased the accident because of his antics. The eagle went to the mare, and attempted to console her. The eagle crawled on his hands and knees, trying to look as meek as possible.

"I'm so sorry..." The mare was saying, over and over. Hector opened a small wallet that was strapped to his arm, and produced a scrap of paper that had his contact information upon it. "I will gladly pay for a replacement vehicle ma'am, and for any of your injuries." The harpy said.

Soon a tow truck was called, and the remains of Shelton's motorcycle was scraped off of the road. The harpy told the driver to take the remains to a recycling center. "I'll of corse be buying you a new motorcycle Shelton." The eagle said. "Perhaps one of those large six cylinder ones?"

Shelton tossed his mane, "Well, how will I get back?" Smiling, the harpy eagle stood over the stallion. He was over four feet taller than Shelton, and his great bulk blocked out the sun as the stallion looked up at the eagle.

Hector closed his arms around Shelton, and the pony felt the harpy's muscles tense as Shelton was suddenly launched into the air. Shelton cried out as his feet dangled into space, hundreds of feet up.

"Just tell me where to go." The harpy said, shouting over the wind. Shelton was glad to be wearing his motorcycle goggles, the wind and glare was intense. Making their way into Albany, the unlikely pair made their way to the small house on Forest drive. Shelton was glad to finally touch down, and the eagle stood smoothing his feathers, and looking at the quaint house.

"So what repairs are needed, Master Shelton?" The harpy asked innocently. "None," Shelton said, "I'm going to be selling this place! I just wanted to get my hands under that loincloth of yours." The harpy's face split into a wicked grin that under different circumstances would have terrified the pony. "Lead the way, Master Shelton." The harpy said at last.

Shelton led the eagle into his bedroom, and the harpy had to compress his bulk to squeeze through the doorway. Smiling, he pushed his hips forward, presenting Shelton his opportunity to remove the loincloth. Shelton slowly slid his hands around the eagle's hips, and removed the buttons that held the cross straps of the loincloth in place, and the garment fell to the floor.

Hector was totally bare between his legs, his cloacal vent was quite bulbous, and very much resembled a female mammal's labia. Shelton quickly put his lips to it, and pushed his tongue inside. Hector groaning deeply as the pony's tongue penetrated his folds. But then the pony's tongue was met by the tip of what felt like another tongue. It pushed back against Shelton's lips, and began to invade his mouth. Shelton swallowed the raptor's penis as it grew and lengthened deep into his throat.

Just then there was a knock on Shelton's door. It was his neighbor, Misses Greer. "Shelton?" The elderly cougar called, "Shelton? Hello?"

Shelton pulled the harpy's penis from his mouth, "Shit, I'm sorry Hector, I really should answer that. For all poor Mrs. Greer knows, Shelly and I have all but disappeared."

He patted the eagle's belly, as the eagle's massive erection swung between the harpy's legs. "I'll be right back!" Shelton said. Crossing the room, Shelton carefully wiped his face, hoping he didn't have any unmentionables on his lips.

"Oh, Shelton thank goodness!" Misses Greer said as Shelton answered the door. "I haven't seen you or Shelly in several days. I was beginning to worry!" Shelton explained that he and Shelly were now living up toward the hills with a new family, and that they would likely be moving in there permanently. Mrs. Greer was sad to hear that he would be moving away, but she was happy to hear the horses had found a family to love them.

Mrs. Greer patted Shelton, and waved goodbye. The stallion closed the door, and made his way back to the bedroom.

Inside the bedroom, Hector had his back to Shelton's dresser, his legs spread wide. In his hands was his enormous serpentine penis jutting from his smooth crotch. The eagle let a gasp escape his throat, as he continued to masturbate. Shelton gazed at the gorgeous eagle, he was unable to move, and he could only stare at the glorious sight.

Hector looked to Shelton with half closed eyes, and his beak was held open in a passionate gape. The eagle's muscles bulged impossibly large through the bare skin of his belly as Hector thrust his hips into his hands.

"Shelton, I'm going to cum soon..." Hector gasped. Shelton closed the few steps to Hector, and dropped to his knees. He took the eagle's penis into his mouth, and swallowed it to the hilt. It's tip once more deep inside the stallion's throat. Shelton began fiercely suckling the long tongue-like member, and Hector moaned loudly as he tensed his muscles.

Hector grasped the side of the dresser, and braced his other hand against the corner wall. Shelton gazed up at the eagle as he pleasured him, and took in the awesome sight. Hector's barrel chest, heaving from his exertions, and the eagle's face overflowing with his passion.

His arms, looking like tree trunks, were held out farther than Shelton was tall. Hector closed his eyes, and Shelton felt the eagle's member swell powerfully. The eagle's taste was flooding into his mouth, being sweet, and intoxicating. Panting, Hector began to cum hard into the stallion's throat. Shelton coughed, and choked, and gagged. The eagle filled Shelton's throat faster than the pony thought could be possible.

Shelton took the member from his mouth, the eagle's semen was streaming from the pony's nostrils. Shelton laughed as he choked, "It takes a lot to make me gag." Shelton said, sliding his hands up the eagle's thighs.

The pony remained on his knees, kissing the bottom of the eagle's penis. Utterly worshiping the eagle. Streamers of semen continued to pour from the harpy's penis, and Shelton caught them with his face. The harpy smiled, and eased himself down onto Shelton's bed. He put his chin to the pillows, and held his rump high into the air. Shelton took in the glorious sight. Stripping off his clothes, Shelton put his hands on the harpy's rump.

His penis was now rock hard, and Shelton marveled at the smoothness of the bare skin of Hector's ass under the eagle's large, fan-like tail. "Please, Shelton...." Hector gasped. The stallion decided to lubricate the eagle properly first, and put his face under the big tail, thrusting his tongue into the harpy's anus. The eagle screeched so loudly that Shelton was sure that his neighbor had to have heard. Which made it all the more fun!

"Oh, gods, Shelton." The harpy gasped, "Never have I felt...OH!!" Shelton sucked, and lolled his tongue inside the eagle, the great bird huffing and panting as the stallion worked.

"I love... your lips Shelton, please do it harder!" Hector gasped. Shelton grinned at the large, fearsome eagle being reduced to putty with only the use of his tongue. After a moment more, Shelton again put his hands on the eagle's rump.

"Yes! Please!" Hector begged. And Shelton put his tip to the eagle's opening. Grasping the eagle's thighs, Shelton bucked his hips, and put several inches into the eagle. Hector began panting heavily, and Shelton forced another few inches in. Seven, eight, ten, and then the stallion had most of his penis inside. Shelton exhaled with a soft whistle as his penis ring slipped into the eagle's opening.

Hector begged Shelton to fuck him, and Shelton began to buck hard, making sensuous circles with his hips. The eagle screamed again, and Shelton was glad they didn't try this back in his room at Eleanor's. This harpy was certainly vocal.

Grinning wickedly, Shelton began spirited lovemaking. Fucking the harpy eagle with all of the force his body could muster. His belly slammed rhythmically against the harpy's bottom, and each time the pony struck home, Shelton's balls would slap against the eagle's engorged member.

Hector's breath came in ragged gasps, and he began to cry out, "Shelton! I... I..."

Through Shelton's passion, he wondered if the eagle was trying to profess his love. Trying to cry out "I love you..." But censoring himself, afraid he would spook the stallion. Shelton fucked the eagle hard, and with each stroke of

the pony's cock, the eagle's wings would tremble. Shelton wished that the eagle had said it. Shelton thought it would have been gentle to his ears. Shelton began to suddenly gasp, the pressure in his loins building, until...

Shelton groaned, and felt himself release deep inside the eagle. Hector furiously stroked his own penis as numerous orgasms erupted from him as the stallion worked him over. Hector liked being fucked by mammals. And he liked being fucked by Shelton, very very much. Shelton had won the eagle. Hector had succumbed to Shelton's pleasures, and to his earthy wholesomeness. Hector had never met a man who was more real than Shelton. And Hector felt desperately in love with the stallion.

Later, the two lay in the dim light of Shelton's modest bedroom. The harpy was utterly spent, and his large dark eyes gazed at Shelton with obvious stirrings of love. The stallion thought of his boyfriend Rakim, and he sighed. Rakim was a great friend, and the two men "loved" one another. But Shelton did not feel that Rakim had a deep love for him. Not the kind of love that Shelton truly craved. Rakim had never gazed at Shelton in this way before. The eagle reached for Shelton, and gently put his hand on the pony's belly. If Hector really was falling in love with the stallion, Shelton decided he would see where it would go. Shelton patted his hand, and smiled warmly. And the eagle beamed.

Shelton then looked around his bedroom, these past few weeks it had taken on a totally different air. Instead of an oppressive lonely feeling, as he had always felt in this bedroom, it now felt homey, and comfortable.

Especially with the giant bird laying in his bed. Hector lay on his side, and Shelton marveled at the curve of his hips, and the broadness of his shoulders. Rakim had been the most well built of the stallion's boyfriends, but none could compare to this eagle's champion physique. Hector noticed his admirations, and patted the pony's flanks again. Hector stood easily over nine feet tall. And weighed perhaps close to five hundred fifty pounds. But the eagle felt light on the stallion's bed.

The two explored each other's bodies long into the night, "I guess we are staying here tonight." Shelton said at last. "Aye, we shall." Hector said sleepily, "And in the morn we shall travel to the motor vehicle sales place, and seek that large six cylinder motorcycle." Shelton smiled, imagining the Harpy alighting at speed from the back of the new bike.

***

Eleanor sat in her gallery, her eagle children cradled in her arms. Shelly sat very near to Proudfoot, and the eagle would cast long glances into Shelly's eyes as the group sat, chatting and reminiscing. Eleanor glanced to Shelly, then would gaze quickly to Proudfoot, and then smile to Shelly again. The subtle message being "Isn't he great?" Shelly smiled, and decided to take things up a notch. Shyly placing her arms around the eagle's chest, Shelly breathed deeply of his scent. Proudfoot gasped, and Eleanor gently laughed. Ashley placed his finger in his maw, pretending to gag. Jonathan just sat smiling. Proudfoot then brushed his face into Shelly's mane, and also breathed deep of her scent. Shelly gently brushing her breasts against his great arm.

Proudfoot gazed deeply into Shelly's eagle eyes. And Eleanor slowly rose. "Come children, it is time we be off to roost." The boys offered no protest, sensing their mother's handiwork in this meeting of Shelly and the eagle Proudfoot.

They hugged their mother, and patted Proudfoot's shoulder. Then pecked Shelly on her cheek. The boys supposing that at some point soon the bald eagle would become their brother in law. They smiled at the thought. Eleanor beamed at the two, and suggested they bed together. "I see no need to arrange a guest room Shelly, Shelton is off with Hector. Surely lord Proudfoot could sleep with you this evening?" Shelly blushed, and Proudfoot would have done so if eagles had the ability.

At just past 10pm, the family began to settle down to roost. Shelly took Proudfoot's hand, and led him to her room. Her breath came quickly, the passions of her reproductive heat cycle taking her, fanned hotly by her desire for the eagle.

She stood before her bed, and slowly loosed her gown, letting it slip from her breast. Virgil had never seen a mammal before in such a state of undress, or desire. And he looked at the mare in wonder. Shelly pulled the garment further, and it fell from her shoulders. Shelly stood naked, and she placed her palms onto her belly. She began to rub herself hotly, her breath coming in deep gasps. Slowly, her hands moved to her folds, and she put her fingers inside. Gently swaying her hips, she masturbated before the eagle. An intense heat burning in her loins.

Proudfoot stepped closer, and the soft feathers of his groin began to part as his penis swelled to erection. Shelly dropped to her knees before him, her fingers furiously stimulating herself. The eagle stepped forward, and shelly opened her mouth. His beak parted in a passionate gape, the eagle slid his serpentine member deep into her throat. Shelly tasted of his manhood, and drank of his seed, even now pulsing over her tongue.

Shelly brought her small hands up under Virgil's buttocks, and caressed his glorious thickness as she suckled upon his member. She could feel him swelling, and she struggled to swallow his seed that spilled ever more into her throat. It wouldn't be long...

She had to have him inside her, inside her deepest places. She took his manhood from her mouth, and turned away. Bracing her hands on the edge of her bed, she looked back over her shoulder, presenting herself with urgency.

Proudfoot drew near, and grasped her hips. He dragged his member across her opening, and Shelly shuddered with desire. She was going to like sex with eagles.

Proudfoot placed his tip at her folds, and thrust his penis deep into her. Shelly gasped as she was spread open, and she tried to restrain her cries. Proudfoot bucked his hips hard again, and Shelly bit her lip.

Slipping her hands around her breasts, Shelly quietly begged Virgil to fuck her harder. Proudfoot put his clawed hands on her shoulders, and ploughed through one of Shelly's orgasms after another as Shelly withered beneath his powerful thrusts. The bald eagle's wings spread wide, his head rolled skyward. Shelly felt his muscles tense, and his penis surge powerfully within her.

And then it happened. The first hot pulse of his semen flooded into her. Two pulses, three, four. The eagle continued to ejaculate within her, filling her already tight space. With nowhere to go, Proudfoot's penis pierced into her womb, shooting thick ropes of his semen into her deepest places. Shelly felt white hot inside, and she could no longer contain her passion. She screamed. She screamed long and loud. Proudfoot joined her, and let out a fierce cry of passion, love, and release.

In Eleanor's chamber she heard Proudfoot cry out, and the sly match maker made a pirouette where she stood. Mentally taking notes of what sorts of wedding plans she would need to make.

From Ashley's chamber, a "Yuck..." could be heard.

***

The night settled over the Brightwing home, and all passions had quieted. The home settled into a restful slumber, and Shelly lay beside her eagle. Their bonds of affection growing deeper by the moment. And yet a faint guilt had lingered in her heart. Even as her passions had been stoked by the great eagle. A dream settled over Shelly, and in it she pondered her feelings.

Within the eternal night of the creator's vale, Justin lay upon the darken shore, gazing out at the tranquil waters. He became aware of a warmth, a tugging at his heart. He felt his sister Shelly sleeping, and she was dreaming.

Justin was torn, he felt he was a ghost, haunting her sleep. But he was so lonely, he greatly desired to speak with his new sister. Rising, the eagle went to the tree where his sister's dream would appear to him.

Looking through the branches, Justin saw her dream. Shelly was 12 years old again, and the young girl sat in her foster parent's front yard, her 8 year old brother sat beside her, braiding her mane. Children ran along the front walk outside, calling eagerly, letting the ponies know they were welcome to join them. Shelly looked to her brother, her sightless eyes sorrowful, "Shelton, you don't have to stay here with me. Go... go on and have fun!" Shelly said sadly.

Her Shelton merely smiled, and hugged her. "I am having fun." He said.

Smiling, Justin stepped from the branches of the darken forest, and into Shelly's dream. Shelly heard his gentle footfalls, and she smiled, "Hello Justin." she said.

The mare looked to him, her young face now wearing his eagle's eyes.

Justin smiled, and touched her face gently. "I'm so happy we could make this connection Shelly. I have so wished to speak to you, and tell you how much I have grown to love you." Shelly smiled, and then gazed at the vision of her young brother, his dream self seemingly oblivious to the eagle's presence.

"What troubles you Shelly?" Justin asked, and Shelly bowed her head, guilt weighing her heart.

"Shelly..." Justin began, "Do not think that finding happiness with another means you must abandon your brother. He has ever been there for you. But if there is a love in your life, Shelton will be glad to let that person be your shelter."

Shelly smiled, and patted her dream image of her brother. The young colt smiled happily to her.

Justin went on, "Shelton was your sight, long before our lives touched Shelly. But now his service to you is done, and you both have the happiness of another in your hearts now. And yet, you can continue to celebrate your love for each other."

Shelly smiled, and her dream self began to shimmer, until she again wore the form of her adult self. She reached out, and gently hugged the eagle. He was like a lost brother that she had never known. Justin's face wore a great emotion, and he closed his eyes and tightly embraced his new sister. Someone he loved dearly now, but would never get to share a full life with. He felt he could not go on like this. It was time.

Shelly began to weep, and she buried her face in the eagle's soft feathers, "Thank you Justin.... thank you for everything." Shelly said, gently sniffling.

Justin drew back from her, and looked into the mirror of his eyes, "If I could go back to that day, I would change nothing. Except to say I love you, and all of my family before I passed."

Shelly broke into racking sobs, as the sky within her dream began to darken, "I love you Shelly, I am putting a lifetime of love for you, into this one moment. I will now depart, never to return. I want you to tell my family, and my mother, that I love them so much..."

Shelly could only look to her eagle brother as darkness closed around him. The only thing visible of him now were the brilliant shining disks of his eyes, "Farewell..." the eagle said, and then was gone.

In Shelly's bed, she woke sobbing. Proudfoot gently held the mare, trying to console her. "He's gone..." Shelly gasped, "He's really gone now."

***

In the creator's dream, Justin left the wood, and walked down to the shore. The young eagle stood before the waters of the creator's memory, weeping in the way that eagles cry.

The tall ship was in the distance, waiting for him. Justin closed his eyes, and opened his arms to it.

Then Justin found that he was aboard the vessel, sailing far out into the tranquil ocean of time.

The vessel sailed long across it's depths, and many ages of land passed as they went, seeming only as moments to the eagle. But then, after a time, a warm glow stirred on the far horizon. Justin saw a new sunrise, and the bright glow embraced him. He felt a great love deep in his heart...

And then all that was Justin Brightwing passed out of all thought. His being became as raindrops, nourishing the great ocean. And the eagle's spirit alighted from the vessel, a clear slate. Free of all the hurts and sorrows of it's former life. And crossing the veil, he was ready to be made anew. And the soul that was Justin Brightwing felt the loving embrace of his creator, as the morning light sang to the darkness of the firmament.

***

Eleanor rushed to Shelly's room, as her two brothers peeked their heads inside. Proudfoot held the crying mare, and Shelly was crying "He's gone! He's gone!"

Eleanor threw her arms around her daughter, and hugged her tightly, her eyes clasped shut in great emotion. "Momma..." Shelly gasped, "Justin said he was leaving, and that he would never be back!"

Eleanor gently rocked her Shelly, the mother's face cracking with sadness. "He says he loves you all, so much!" Shelly gasped.

Ashley and Jonathan rushed into the room, and threw themselves upon the two women, hugging them tightly. Proudfoot gently closed his wings around his loving Eleanor, his new brothers, and his future wife.

***

Far away in downtown Albany, Hector slowly woke. He relished the embrace of the little stallion as his feathered arms held him snugly. Hector's chin was nestled amongst Shelton's mane, and the eagle breathed deep of Shelton's scent. The stallion seemed to smell of wet hay, and cinnamon. Both of which Hector liked, but it was a very curious scent. Shelton began to stir, and a soft squeak came from his throat. Hector smiled, "Hi pony." he said, but then the harpy's stomach growled very loudly.

"Oh, we better get you some breakfast before I end up on the menu!" Shelton said with a stretch. And Hector opened his maw, and licked the stallion across his cheek. Shelton laughed, and rolled out of bed, making his way to the bathroom.

Soon, Hector came into the kitchen, as Shelton was struggling to find some food that was still within an acceptable date. All of his meats were at least a week out of their permissible freshness date. The horses just did not eat here on Forest street anymore. Hector inspected the meat packages, and ripped them open.

"Hector, those are not fresh..." Shelton said, as he watched the harpy shove the loaves of raw meat into his maw. "The freshness matters not, Shelton." The harpy said. "It is still meat."

Shelton gulped, and smiled. Ripping more of the packages open, the harpy swallowed down several more loaves of meat. Shelton reached between his legs, and cupped his penis as the eagle fed.

Satiated, the eagle drew from the pouch on his arm a small bag of stones which he swallowed. Hector noticed the pony's curiosity, "These are my teeth." The eagle said, referring to the gizzard stones which he had ingested.

"Oh..." Shelton said, and ran his hand down the eagle's bare belly, his fingers gently catching on his cloacal vent. "Hector..." Shelton said, "That really turned me on watching you eat that raw meat."

"Ah..." the eagle said, "Before we spend the day writhing within the embrace of each other, we should make haste to the place where vehicles are sold, and buy you a replacement motorcycle!" Hector said smiling, "Because the night is when we shall find more time for throes of passion."

Leaving the house, the pair decided to take the bus downtown, it was a little more dignified mode of travel for them both. As the harpy boarded the bus, he had to compress his wings against his bulk to squeeze through the doorway. Mammals stared wide eyed at the eagle, being led by a small horse. The two hand in hand. The grey eagle's fearsome face was very intimidating to even the wolves who sat next to the unlikely pair, and as the two sat down Hector set Shelton upon his lap, and spooned the pony against him. Hector sighed happily, and rest his chin between the stallion's ears.

At the Brightwing residence, the morning sun was streaming in brightly, warming the company that sat at breakfast. All of the avians sat each taking turns casting worried glances at Shelly. Finally, the mare spoke, "It's ok."

Eleanor looked quickly to her, and Shelly continued, "In the dream, I got the sense that Justin was lingering. That he was very lonely. And that he was ready to go. But he wanted to tell us he loved us."

Jonathan and Ashley looked to her thoughtfully, "Why didn't he appear to any one of us?" Ashley asked.

Shelly touched the corner of her eye, "I think he had this connection," she said, referring to Justin's eyes, "Some part of himself remained, and he was able to find me in the darkness." Eleanor looked concerned, "Darkness?" she asked.

Shelly looked thoughtful, "I got glimpses when I hugged Justin, he was on a shore. Looking at a beautiful sea. The sea was like time, it was night there, always night."

Eleanor thought back to Imar's message to her that our souls all move through an ocean of time. How would Shelly know that?

"You got to hug Justy?" Jonathan asked. "Yes hon," Shelly said, "You were right Ashley, he was a tall, beautiful eagle." Shelly said with gentle emotion.

Ashley's face cracked with emotion. If eagle kind could cry, it would have been in this moment that tears would have wet all of their eyes. Save Shelly. She sat in a warm glow, thankful to have had the experience. And then Eleanor realized that Shelly was not dreaming the encounter. That her son had indeed endured, and had now passed over the sea of time. The lord of the waters guiding her Justy into his afterlife. The last sorrow of her son's passing then left the mother eagle's heart, she had finally let go. "Thank you Shelly." Eleanor said, her voice shaking. The mare nodded, no reply was needed. Shelly knew that all of their hurts were now healed.

***

In downtown Albany, Hector delighted at the fine motorcycles. Mechanical engines were a great interest to him, and he regretted spending so much time in the wilderness with his kin. Being a more metropolitan eagle like the lady Eleanor would be more to his tastes. The eagle then looked at the stallion, happily ogling the fine cycles. "Besides, I can't very well take you into the wilds." The harpy said to himself.

Shelton browsed, and the harpy did not see the large six cylinder cycle that Shelton had spoken of. Asking a salesman, the man directed the eagle to the only motorbike that would bear the size of the great eagle. It was a stunning machine, solid black in color, with rich lustrous paint. It's V-twin engine had gorgeous pushrod actuation. Glancing at the price tag, the eagle was glad he had brought many bank coupons. "Shelton, what do you think of these?" The horse skipped over, and saw the harpy gesturing at two stunning black motorcycles. One an enormous 2450cc full size cycle, and the other also glossy black, and was of modest size at 1260cc in displacement. They had brilliant triple plated chrome handlebars, and other accents. Teardrop shaped gas tanks, and sensuous fenders. Upon the side of it's gleaming black fuel tank Shelton saw the golden winged "V" logo, and the scriptive writing badging them of the manufacture of Vincent Motorcycles.

"Oh my god!" Shelton gasped, and the harpy smiled, "His, and his!" Shelton blanched, "Just one of these costs more than my house!" The harpy again grinned wickedly, "Then they will be even more fun!"

Shelton had to go sit down for a moment, and the harpy browsed the clothing isle. He couldn't wear protective gear like the stallion, but the garments were fun to look at. Just then he spotted a leather bikini bottom intended for wear by large females, like equine mares. The harpy quietly slipped off his loincloth, and put the leather bikini on. It hugged the curve of his hips perfectly, and presented the bulge of his cloaca very seductively. It felt incredibly arousing to wear.

"Shelton!" Hector called, Shelton slowly made his way over, almost afraid of what the harpy was on about now. When his eyes caught sight of the bikini, the pony let out a long wolf whistle. Hector stood, pretending to be a model, striking all kinds of alluring poses. A canine salesman saw the eagle, and wrinkled his nose in disgust. But he didn't dare say anything, his desire to remain among the living was far greater than his dislike of homosexuals.

Shelton giggled at the silly harpy, and swatted his ass. The blow echoing louder on the bare skin than Shelton had intended.

Hector approached the salesman, and declared his intension to purchase the two Vincents. The clerk looked incredulous, until the eagle produced Union Bank notes of sufficient value to carry out the transaction. Suddenly all of the salesmen had forgotten their dislike of homosexuals. Shelton grasped Hector's arm, and quietly asked the eagle how he could spend such an enormous sum of money. Especially since the eagle did not appear to have any form of employ.

"Oh," Hector said coyly, "The central council of avian affairs owns many patents upon notable inventions. Like velcro!" Shelton looked quizzical, and the eagle continued, "The council receives many many billions in monetary sums from it's holdings, and industrial pursuits, which it shares with all of avian kind. The council lists every avian born as partial share owners of all these fine things."

Shelton was incredulous. "Aye," Hector said, "We receive a great bounty from our avian lordship, and we never find ourselves wanting."

Shelton thought of his old engine assembly job at Advanced Engineering. He made less than fifty thousand a year there. Hector smiled to the stallion, "It pleases me to share with you!"

Clad in his sexy leather bikini strap, the harpy eagle swung his leg over the large Vincent. He thumbed the starter, and the huge engine rumbled to life. Hector took in the wonderful sound of it's workings, and smiled to his equine boyfriend.

Shelton stood, looking at his own new motorcycle. He never thought he would ever have such a treasure. His former BMW was something of a financial hardship for him to afford, causing him to spend most of his extra cash on the payments. Yet here he stood looking at a fancy new motorcycle that was now wholly his. And also gazing over to a fantastic new partner that he was growing to love more and more. Beaming, Shelton started his new motorcycle. The two head out onto the highway, Shelton's mane blew beautifully in the wind, and Hector's wings framed his majesty as the two made their way down the road.

The pair turned onto Telegraph road, and the stallion's mind he began to run every red light down memory lane. He remembered all of his lonely nights, and he realized that he had been just as isolated as his sister. But now this eagle had come into his life, and the stallion found that he too had found a kind rescuer. Shelton believed in Hector, and he found himself falling deeply in love with the eagle.

Looking over to his new love, Hector smiled back to the pony. Shelton beamed, remembering their previous night together, when the eagle had his arms around the pony, and his great face in his mane.

And along the quaint avenue, past all of the shops which bore signs saying "Sorry, we are closed," the pair made their way down Telegraph road.

***

Shelly strolled the garden of Eleanor's home with her Proudfoot. The eagle held her hand tightly, and his face shimmered with emotion. He smiled down to Shelly, and she reached up and put her hand to his chest.

Her lips parted, as if she intended to speak, but lingered that way as if composing her thoughts. Sensing what she thought, Virgil again stole the moment, and knelt before Shelly. He took the hand that had been at his chest, and placed it to his cheek. Breathing deeply, he said to her... "Will you marry me, Shelly Holden?"

Tears ringed Shelly's golden eyes, as she caressed his face and said... "Yes."

Virgil closed his wings around Shelly, and the mare lost herself in the eagle's embrace. Eleanor stood at her window, watching the kneeling eagle propose to her daughter. Proudfoot was ever her brightest, most gentlemanly student when Eleanor had tutored young eagles in her home many years ago. She smiled, and held her hand to her breast.

And then she was possessed of a great joy, and began flapping her wings. She cooed, and cheered, and hooted. Ashley ran to her door, his face alarmed. But his mother hugged him, and held him tightly. Leaping over the railing and touching down into the gallery, Eleanor swept Jonathan up into her arms, and hugged him too.

Both sons remembering how sad she had once been. Thinking back on how she would sit, sadly reflecting in this very gallery. And now the daughter that had come to her from that tragedy was to wed her former pupil. The boys began cheering with their mother. Happy not only for the lady Shelly. But also for their mother.

Shelly lay on the grass with Proudfoot, gazing at the swaying green canopy of trees above them. Shelly reflected upon that moment with her Shelton, when the two had laid on their lawn on Forest drive. She desired one more moment like that, before she and her Proudfoot would wed.

In the distance, Shelly heard motorcycle approach, but they were not the familiar thrum of Shelton's cycle. Curious, she raised her head to see. Up the drive Shelton and Hector were riding up on two new motorcycles. As they parked, Shelton leaned over to Hector, "Don't say anything about the crash!" he whispered. Hector nodded, looking sheepish.

Shelly ran over to the pair and hooted, "Whatcha got there little brother?" she cawed. Shelton only gestured at the badging on the side of the machine, "It's shiny expensive stuff Shelly!" Shelton said proudly.

Proudfoot drew near, and raised his eyebrow at the bikini the harpy now clad himself in, "The stallion has a corruptive influence I see." Proudfoot joked.

"Shelton," Shelly said, putting her arms around him, "I'd like to go for a ride on your new bike. Do you think we could go back to our old house? I'd like to go through a few of my things back there." Shelton smiled, and nodded to her as the group retired back into the gallery.

Proudfoot and Shelly drew near to a beaming Eleanor, and each took her hand, and hugged the mother eagle. Eleanor patted Proudfoot's back, and sighed happily. "My new son." She said softly. Jonathan and Ashley grinned at each other, and looked around, wondering if there would be room in the house for all the animals they were collecting.

Shelly took her brother's hand, and she told him that she was going to wed Virgil, her bald eagle. Shelton sighed, and hugged her. Feeling the new chapter in their lives opening, Shelton looked across the room to Hector.

He imagined marrying the harpy eagle, and the thought felt right to him. As Shelton looked to the harpy, Proudfoot went to Hector and told him of his wedding plans to Shelly. And Hector looked to Shelton. Want was in his eyes.

His arms gestured as if wishing the pony were rushing to him. And in that moment Shelton did run to the grey eagle. Hector Ironwing scooped up the little stallion, and held him aloft as if he were flying.

And both said over the other "I want to marry you!!"

Across the room, Eleanor gestured to her eagle sons, pointing to them mischievously. As if suggesting "You are NEXT!" They laughed, and waggled their tongues.

***

Later that afternoon, Shelton and Shelly slipped away for their renzdevous. The pair motored away toward highway one, and back to their old life. One last time. Shelton rode through the streets of Albany, as his sister hugged his back.

The pair took in the sights of their town as if they had been away for many a long year. As the afternoon wore on, they were surprised that traffic was so light, until they realized that it was Saturday. Everywhere there were animals carrying on with their daily business. Across town was the rail yard, and the sound of the trains ringing and rumbling came to them, their noise softened almost to a melody by the distance.

Neither equine felt that they were apart of this world any longer. This night would be their last experience as lone siblings. Before each began a new life within the company of the eagle realm. Leaving their former life of loneliness behind. The horses turned onto Telegraph road, the old house was not far away. Shelton made the familiar right turn onto Forest, and pulled into their driveway. Shelly slid off of the cycle, patting her brother on his shoulder in a certain way, and then she walked toward their old front door. Shelton knew that gesture. It was the signal that his sister wanted him. Wanted him inside her.

Dammit woman, the stallion thought again. I'm gay! Smiling, Shelton gave her a pinch as they went inside.

As the stallion made his way inside, he looked to wall and smiled at Shelly's old walking stick. Across the room, Shelly seemed to be circling the stallion. Her face wore a very predatory expression, and it made a shiver shoot up the pony's spine.

"Uh, I'm gonna take a shower..." Shelton said. And Shelly smiled, "Want me to wash your back?"

Shelton shook his head, "No sis, I'll just be a moment."

Shelton cleaned off the road grime, and stepped out of the shower. He placed his head into the large dome shaped air dryer, and pondered their activities for the evening. The warm air felt good on his face as the horse dried his thick mane. The stallion wished that Hector could be here.

Swiveling the dryer downward, Shelton placed his butt into it, and started drying his tail. "Shelton...?" Shelly's voice rang from the bedroom, "Sweetie, I need you, are you ready?" Shelton smiled, and nickered, "I'm just about ready sis, want to brush my mane?" In the horses' jargon, one sibling inviting the other to "brush their mane" was a request for oral sex.

Down the dark hallway, Shelton saw the round luminous discs of Shelly's eyes approaching, glinting brightly in the dim light coming from the bathroom. Shelton reached behind himself, and braced his hands on the dryer, pushing his hips out, presenting Shelly with her prize. Shelly entered the small bathroom, and brushed her hands across his face, and down his neck and chest. The mare knelt down, taking Shelton's cock into her mouth.

She looked up at him with her predatory eyes, relishing the sight of her brother, watching his belly heave in and out as she filled her mouth with his rapidly swelling cock. She had never before seen his body during lovemaking.

As their grooming progressed, a faint unease lingered at the back of Shelton's mind. Shelly sensed his unease, and his softening penis, and broke off her grooming.

Shelly sat back on the cool floor, "Pony...?"

"I'm sorry sis," Shelton said, "I'm just distracted, so much has happened...."

Shelly had a pretty good idea what was on his mind, and she reached up, and stroked his supple curves. "Hey pony, we are not married to our eagles yet."

Shelton sensed that his sister really wanted one more night with him, and he bravely tried to get back into the mood. He turned, and pulled his tail aside with his arms, presenting his round buttocks to her.

Shelly gleefully spread his cheeks wide, and thrust her tongue into his anus. Shelton shuddered, his gasps echoing off the bathroom walls. He gripped his tail, and made small circles with his hips.

Shelly kneaded his firm butt cheeks as she darted and danced her tongue along his tight opening. Shelton's cock was rapidly swelling again, and the horse slapped it loudly against his belly. Shelly reached between his legs, firmly cupping his testicles.

Shelton's breath came in short, ragged gasps. Shelly felt his balls begin to stiffen, and she broke off her grooming, "Ah! No cumming just yet mister!"

Shelton turned back to her, his left hand gripping the base of his tail, and his right frantically stroking his engorged member. His penis was just inches from Shelly's lips, and she could see the rounded head flaring wide, and knew he was going to cum, no matter what.

And as she opened her mouth, and closed her eyes, Shelton's orgasm began to spill across Shelly's face in thick, hot bursts.

His breath came in ragged grunts, as he coated her face and breasts with thick ropes of his semen.

Shelly again took his fourteen inches into her mouth, and after a few moments, when she had all but milked her brother, Shelly stood and rubbed her body tightly against his. Savoring the delicious feel of his muscles.

Shelton's semen provided a sumptuous slickness as they writhed together. Shelly's desire burned hotly, she kissed him, and Shelton relished the taste of his cum as her tongue invaded his mouth.

Shelly again looked into his eyes, her teeth were bared, and her expression was savage. And the stallion knew it was her turn to come.

Shelly gripped his mane, and led him down the hallway to their room. And the pair bumped against the walls, Shelly grasped her brother's throat with her other hand, and pressed her lips to his. Giving him a rough, bestial kiss.

Still gripping his mane, she laid back onto the bed, and Shelton eased down onto her. Shelly hissed, and spread her muscular thighs, biting at her brother's neck as she tightened her grip on him. She locked her gaze into his blue eyes, and Shelton saw rape reflected in her liquid black depths. "Fuck me Shelton!" Shelly hissed, beating her fist against his shoulder, "Fuck me!"

Desperately excited by her raw need, Shelton's cock was rock hard as he dragged it across her belly, his hands cupping her breasts. Shelly shifted her hips, inviting him in. Shelton's cock caught inside her, and she exhaled breathlessly. Her expression hungry, and urgent.

This was Shelton's favorite part of it, he bucked his hips, driving himself in deeper. Shelly could feel every ripple of his muscles as his inches penetrated her. She rocked back against him, and Shelton hilted himself, his cock head nudging the entrance to her womb.

Shelly's teeth flashed, a moan escaping her throat as Shelton began making slow circles with his hips. His cock head was rapidly swelling, as her vagina clamped tighter around him. Shelly's first orgasm rapidly building,

"God, Shelton..." Shelly gasped, "You're so fucking huge..."

Grinning, Shelton hooked her knees around his arms, forcing her legs wider apart. Shelly's head thrashed about, and she moaned loudly. Shelton put his lips to her, and she breathed into his mouth, begging him to fuck her harder. His belly slapped against her rhythmically, the pressure in him building to a fever pitch. Shelly moaned, "I love you... love you..." Shelton gasped as he felt her suddenly clamp down hard around him in powerful rhythmic pulses, and he felt the heat of her passage go white hot. Shelly put her arms around his neck, bracing for what was to come, moaning deeply into his ears, "Do it.... do it!"

Shelton slammed into her cunt hard, pushing through her cervix, and emptying everything he had into her womb. And Shelly screamed, long and loud.

Her eyes shut tight, her lips pulled back across her teeth, she screamed. Her cries were ringing in her brother's ears as he fucked her with all of his strength.

Shelton gave her several more powerful thrusts before slowly retreating from her womb. Shelly lay there, utterly spent. Shelton collapsed beside her, and took in her afterglow.

The two lay for some time, until sleep began to come over them. As Shelton began to drift off, he remembered how needed he felt when Shelly was blind. How he was everything to her, and how he had always been there for her.

"Sis, I want you to know that I'll always be here for you. I want to be your pony, always..." But as he looked, he found that she was fast asleep. A smile playing across her lips. "I love you Shelly..." the pony said softly,

and closed his eyes.

***

The dawn broke over the Brightwing home, and Hector's stomach was growling loudly. All of the eagles were assembling in the gallery, noting that Shelton and Shelly must have spent the night at their former residence. Hector's stomach rumbled again, the noise intimidating to Ashley. Hector clasped his hands together, "What say you we take wing, and hunt for our meal this morning?" Eleanor smiled, "Well...."

Jonathan piped up, "Mom, could we? Please?" Eleanor looked at her sons, they were too sheltered, and she was glad that there were going to be men around that would indulge them in masculine things. Although Eleanor was certainly a capable hunter, in her recent years she had settled down to domestic living, and such pursuits did not fan her desires. But she wished her sons to feel the thrill. "We shall all go then," Eleanor said, "Lead the way Master Hector!"

Out in the garden, the company of eagles leapt into the sky to hunt for wild quarry. Eleanor flew with her two eagle sons, and Proudfoot flew near to Hector the harpy. Below, Hector caught sight of a wild beast. It was perhaps six feet long, dark in color, with a broad flat head. Tusks came from it's snout, glinting in the morning sun.

Hector made a banking turn and spiraled toward the beast, with the other eagles following. Leaping from the sky, the harpy eagle let out a shrill scream. With legs stretched out beneath him, he slammed down hard upon the beast's back, snapping it's spinal column. The eagle's talons pierced deep into the creature's body, and the beast gave a howling scream.

Hector grasped the beast's head in his clawed hands, his talons meeting on each side of it's face. With fearsome strength, the eagle crushed the beast's skull. The creature's blood, gore and brain matter splashed across the harpy's face. Hector thought of Shelton being aroused by his feeding, and he imagined the stallion watching him now, and a sexual thrill rose in the harpy. Giving a great screaming call, he began to rend the beast's hide with his beak. His hips bucked with sexual desire has he savagely fed. Through his frenzy, Hector became aware of the other eagles standing around him, looking wide eyed at the scene of carnage he had wrought.

Hector looked at his companions, and realization dawned on him. Ashley and Jonathan were looking away, and Eleanor nervously picked at her pinfeathers, pretending to be somewhere else. Proudfoot had his hands on his hips, but his expression was not judgmental.

"You are a fine hunter Hector," Proudfoot said, "But a fine hunter can also temper his savagery, and dispatch his quarry with mercy." Hector hung his head in shame, "Please, forgive me. I..." but Proudfoot raised his hand, "No explanation is required, and no offense has been taken my friend. We are just surprised by your fervor."

Eleanor nervously laughed, and Jonathan began to peer at the kill, amazed at the immense strength the harpy possessed. Proudfoot smiled, "We shall leave you to your kill Hector, and shall catch quarry of our own farther afield."

Hector started to protest them leaving, but then thought it best that they left. Mortified, Hector watched the four depart. A nearby stream bubbled, and Hector went to bathe, the remove the gore that covered him from head to foot.

Hector sighed, but he again felt the great arousing thought of the stallion watching him feed. His penis swinging out between his legs, the harpy began to masturbate as he bathed. He would certainly have to slaughter a prey beast while the stallion watched, and the kinky thought quickly brought him to climax.

***

In the city of Albany, Shelly slowly woke next to her Shelton. Something she had done all of her life. But this time it had the feeling of finality. She gazed at the old bedroom. Modest. A little run down. She thought of the splendid

surroundings the eagles had, and where she would be living with them. She was going to be a bride, and her brother had also met the man of his dreams. There really would be a happy ending.

Just then Shelly felt an odd flutter deep inside herself. "Excitement." She thought. And then a moment of panic came over her. In all the happenings of the past months, the surgery, the meeting of the eagles, she had completely forgotten that she had stopped taking her birth control pills. She shook her head, and dismissed the thought. She patted her sleeping brother, stirring him from his slumber. "Hey, pony..." she said, "Time to wake up."

The sun swung across the sky, and late afternoon fell over the Brightwing home. Virgil Proudfoot stood in the kitchen of his new mother's home, watching her prepare a nice meal when he heard Shelton's motorcycle approach. He dashed outside, and waved to the horses. From the garden, Hector took wing, and flew over the house to touch down near the ponies. Both of the eagles took their horses into their arms, and the two couples stood looking back at the other, smiling broadly.

"Eleanor thinks that in two months would be a splendid time for a double wedding." Proudfoot said. "That sounds fantastic!" Shelton said nickering, and snapping the bikini strap around the harpy's waist. Soon, they all gathered around the table as their mother fed them a fine meal.

A happy month and a half then passed, and Shelly began to feel concerned. A bulge was beginning to show from her tummy, and feigning a shopping excursion to buy a gift for Virgil, she went to a family care clinic for an examination.

A pretty deer buck met Shelly at the waiting room, and led her to an examination room. Trying not to stare at Shelly's eyes, the deer set a folder down that had her blood work. "Miss Holden," he said, "Congratulations! You are going to be a mother!"

Shelly closed her eyes, "Oh, Shelton..." she thought. "I'm sorry this isn't happy news to you miss..." The doctor said. "No, it's okay." Shelly said, trying to force back tears. Poor Shelton, he had always protested when she would force herself upon him. He would always remind her that he was gay, and in so doing subtly tell her that he wished they could have a more normal relationship. Poor pony, because of her irresponsibility, his first child as well as her own first pregnancy was going to have to end in abortion. "Doctor..." Shelly said, her voice shaking, "Could you do an ultrasound? Could I see the baby? Before...." The deer put his hand on her shoulder, "Certainly Miss."

Shelly pulled up her shirt, and undid the buttons of her trousers. The doctor turned on the machine, and placed the probe over the mare's belly. Slowly, the doctor began to get a picture. "Poor Shelton..." Shelly said softly, "He can't ever know." Just then the doctor's expression became confused. Shelly looked, and tried to careen her neck to see the screen. "What??" She asked.

"Well, uh... your baby seems to have an odd shape." The doctor said as gently as he could. Shelly bit back tears, "Fuck..." she thought. She felt extremely dirty, like a filthy slut. Fucking her brother, and making an innocent new life suffer horribly in the process. "Well..." The doctor said, staring at Shelly's eyes for a moment, then back to the screen. "Your baby appears to have wings."

"WHAT??" Shelly cried. "Uh, yes. Wings." The buck said. Shelly swung her legs over the table and grabbed the monitor. Using the sensor probe herself, she began to feel around her belly searching for the baby. Then she saw it. There was a tiny male infant, with small wings growing from it's back. Tiny horse's ears on it's head. A curved beak at it's nose. Shelly recognized the beak, it was her Virgil's beak. It was a bald eagle's hybrid baby. Somehow, the species barrier had been crossed, and her eagle fiance had been able to impregnate her. Shelton wasn't the father after all!! Shelly screamed in delight, and began sobbing heavily in the confused doctor's arms. "My future husband is the father!" Shelly cried.

The doctor hugged her, he was very confused, but happy that the mare was getting happy results from the ultrasound. He didn't know how an eagle could impregnate a horse. A hawk couldn't even impregnate an eagle. But there it was in the monitor. A hybrid child. The doctor stole a glance at Shelly's eagle eyes, and he guessed that must have something to do with it. But no matter, other more skilled medical professionals would get their chance to weigh in.

Shelly took a taxi home, holding her belly, and beaming. She couldn't wait to tell her eagle. She was going to be a mother! She didn't know how badly she wanted this, until it was happening. But slowly, she began to realize that this baby was going to have special challenges. But no matter, the eagles were wise. They accepted Shelly unconditionally, and she was very optimistic about her child's prospects for happiness. She already had a name, she would call her baby Shean. She couldn't wait to tell Shelton, and to tell Eleanor. And she envisioned putting her arms around her future husband's neck, and telling him he was a new father.

And most of all, she couldn't wait to make more babies with him.

-by Chris sawyer 2009