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LAST TIME ON THE RAINBOW PATRIOT: The pharaoh of Egypt prayed to the gods for someone to save his lover from being executed. When the eagle was summoned, he thwarted Anubis' father and his magic. They learned that he made a deal with the devil and was dragged into hell for violating the contract. Thus Egypt was liberated from the oppression of natural gay lust. After spending a few decades helping Anubis fortify his reborn empire, he finished his deeds there and had to explore the globe for other places that may need his help. With a heartfelt farewell, the eagle travelled onward to a new adventure.

The Rainbow Patriot - Chapter 2: A Rainbow Revolution

The eagle was off to discover the world and what it had to offer. The desert land was so vast and immense; he grew worried that it would never end. Thankfully, that was not the case as it took him several weeks to make it out of the scorching sands and headed northeast. He stopped at local villages whenever he was hungry or thirsty. Despite being immortal, he did face starvation or dehydration. He would not be able to die from them, but it would bother him constantly if he did not have any food or water. His godly muscles at least retained their size no matter what circumstance. As for sleep, the ground was just fine, but still preferred a nice comfy bed big enough for an eight-foot bald eagle.

His lengthy travels would take him to China in the Asia continent. He was escorted by guards to their emperor, a white kitsune; a fox with multiple tails. This one had nine, which symbolized his abundant wisdom. He was quite surprised of seeing the feathered outsider with no clothes, but the eagle kindly explained who he was, where he was from, and what he set out to do. The emperor stroked his long white beard listening to his tale and his homosexual gospel. The emperor would later pray to his gods to verify the eagle's words as truth. He finally trusted the eagle and warmly welcomed him to his dynasty. He dressed him in a kimono made of golden weave and had him sit next to him in his throne. Because the eagle never really had a name, he was given one by the emperor. He was named Tóngxìngliàn y?ng, which translated to 'homosexual eagle', but he was called Ying for short. For several years, Ying would learn their culture and the emperor would do the same for him. The old kitsune confessed that he did have a sort of attraction for one of the warriors of his army. Ying encouraged him to explore his feelings and the emperor decided to invite the warrior into his private quarters. The next day, he came out and blessed Ying for giving him the best night he had in years. He then asked the eagle to join them tonight for another night of fun, which he obliged. The emperor may have been old, but he had a very healthy build; he was hiding all of his big muscles under his kimono, which pleased Ying very much.

He lived there for a thousand years. During that time, the landscape changed; hills grew, rivers and creeks formed, and baby sprouts became big sturdy trees decorated in cherry blossoms. Even at an old age, the emperor still lived for a very long time to enjoy Ying's company. He would then be replaced by a much younger emperor of the same species with only a few tails, whom Ying also taught about his way of life. After those thousand years, his lifestyle was fully supplemented into their culture. Their kimonos were becoming more tight and revealing as well as the armor of his army. And gay sex grew more frequent. After spending a great deal of fun time with the new emperor and his people, Ying decided that the Chinese dynasty no longer required any more help or lessons from him. He was glad he did not have to fight some evil bad guy in order to fulfill his deed like in Egypt, where he was born. He kept his golden kimono as a memento and set off to the west, venturing to the continent of Europe. It took him several months to reach the heart of the continent and decided to live there for another thousand years to see it change the same way China did. When he left Asia, his teachings began to spread beyond China's borders to the neighboring countries like Mongolia, Indonesia, and Malaysia.

But unlike Asia, Europe dealt with catastrophic problems. For instance, there were the Crusades, an event where religious devotees spread their own gospel. But theirs were forceful, intimidating, and their rules were absurdly restrictive. They made practicing gay sex worthy of death and Ying could not allow that to happen. He confronted the oppressors and persuade them to stop. He was initially dealt with brutal violence, especially for his open nudity. But when they saw that their attacks were futile, they realized the eagle's divine nature and suggested that they were possibly wrong about what they believed. They apologized for the error of their ways and Ying humbly forgave them followed by an apologetic orgy. They realized how wonderful sex between men was and realized that the god they worshipped must have been flawed.

The conflict seemed to have ended simply enough, but it did not. The era known as the Dark Ages began and almost all of Europe was suffering a pandemic called the Black Death. Ying watched in horror as innocent people died from a disease with no known cure. But he discovered something odd; those he had sex with did not catch the Black Death. He knew that his seed had healing properties, but did not think it could actually prevent diseases. He decided to test his theory by having a person suffering from it suck on his glorious golden cock and drink his seed. The man's pain vanished and he felt healthy again. Ying had discovered a cure for the Black Death. And so everyone struck with the illness lined up to take their white gooey medicine. Each time the people heard the eagle's divine moan echoing across the land, they knew someone was getting treated well. Both men and women were cured of the disease. Obviously, Ying was not fond of performing any sexual activity with women, but future generations of people were at stake and because it was a charitable thing to do. The Black Death became extinct and all of Europe rejoiced and blessed Ying for his breakthrough. He was given a new name; they claimed that he was Jesus Christ, their lord and savior, in the form of an avian. While the eagle appreciated the new name, he explained that he was a different god from another place. Nevertheless, they praised him as their new savior.

They adopted his philosophies and integrated them to their lives. Seeing all the men enjoy each other after such hardship brought a tear to his eye. And so the newly named eagle, Jesus, got onto a boat and sailed further west toward the vast Atlantic Ocean. He was wearing an outfit different from his kimono; pants that were cut short to show off his legs, a strap around his left thigh holding a dagger, and a thin black vest that was unbuttoned. After a month or so of sailing, he found land and reached to shore. The place was a little different than Europe; the plant life was unique and grew food that he never seen before like corn and tomatoes. But as he walked through the woods, he was being observed from afar by the locals; species such as deer, bears, and bison were watching him in hiding. They were unsure if the giant eagle was friendly or an enemy.

Soon, Jesus stopped to rest for a while at a little opening in the woods. He was thinking about his adventures thus far; all the fun times he had in Egypt, China, and in Europe. He ended up growing a big erection. He grunted softly as his bottoms grew tight from containing such a beast and quickly unbuttoned his cut pants to free it. The natives awed at the sight of his glittering cock pulsing and glistening in the sun. They watched the eagle enjoy it all to himself, feeling a little envious. Jesus wanted to do something he never tried before; he hefted his legs up and shoved that thick golden shaft into his beak. He never had to perform autofellatio since there was always someone to suck him off. But he was enjoying the self-sucking activity greatly. The natives were growing aroused from the sight, especially the ones who got to see the eagle's golden anus puckering to be stuffed with anything phallic. A bison was so pent up, he threw caution to the wind and rushed to the eagle before locking his legs with his strong arms and shoving his two-and-a-half-foot cock deep into his ass with one thrust. Jesus felt the surprise butt sex and saw who was giving it to him. But he did not care; it was filling his hedonistic lust to the brim.

Others that were still watching revealed themselves and wanted a piece of the eagle's golden cock. Jesus pulled it out of his beak and let the unknown natives glorify it. They stroked it and suckled it enjoying the taste of such valuable flesh. Jesus grunted pleasurably seeing all those creatures worshipping it; it was bringing him to the edge. With one loud howl, his cock erupted from the tip. Blasts of hot sticky semen rained down upon them all and the natives caught the taste of it in their mouths. The taste plus the gayest moan they ever heard from the eagle made their cocks burst in white bodily goop onto his body. The bison however blew his entire load into the eagle's ass; filling him up with warm seed. The eagle sighed in deep bliss from the gooiness inside him and collapsed onto the ground with the others laying on top of him in a messy dogpile. During this nice afterglow, the natives were convinced that they could trust him. After washing out the smell of hot musky sex at a nearby waterfall, they took the eagle to their village. Their leader, or chief, was also an eagle, but of a golden variant. He was not as big as Jesus, but he looked strong and sexy in his own right. The chief saw the good nature in the outsider and offered him to join his tribe. He taught the big eagle about the land and its bountiful harvest. Jesus saw that the place was like a paradise; luscious greens, water as pure as his golden tool, no problems to speak of, and they already understand the wonders of homosexual sex. It seemed he found heaven on Earth and decided to make it his permanent home.

A few centuries later, Jesus was completely knowledgeable about where everything was; how to find food and water and where to find resources to renovate and expand his village to keep it safe and secure. He was made chief of their tribe after the golden eagle's passing a century ago. One day, he was treating a wounded member with his miraculous semen stored in little containers made out of skinned material. But he was suddenly disturbed by a few scouts warning him of something big approaching to the shore. He agreed to go with them to see what it was, but relaxed to see that it was just a big ship and calmed the others. It was ship carrying men from England that were there to settle and expand the King of England's rule. Jesus told his men to simply allow the arrivers to settle and return to the village. But as the settlers were establishing their colony, one of their priorities was to have the natives either conform to their society, vacate from the colonial border, or face execution in the name of their king. As one of the soldiers scouted the land, they discovered his village and told them to leave. The natives refused and then were threatened at gunpoint. But before any bloodshed were to fall, Jesus intervened and protected his people. But when the soldiers realized who it was, they dropped their weapons a pleaded for forgiveness. They heard about the stories of a big eagle saving Europe from a mass genocide of the Black Death a long time ago. They reported to their king, James I, about the discovery and he was willing to allow the tribe a piece of independent land and promised not to invade it as well as protect it from being invaded by a third party.

The colony requested Jesus to be their leader because of his thousands of years of wisdom and his knowledge of the land. He agreed to since the tribe was now able to live peacefully and with the added bonus of guaranteed protection from the colonies. The king wanted to give the eagle a new name because while he fully endorsed his philosophies, he was still a believer in Christianity and feared that him being named his lord and savior would bring some sort of bad luck. So the eagle was then named Benjamin Horus, his last name based on who created him. The colonies nicknamed him "Big Ben" like the clock tower in London. He was dressed in their uniform, which were the most conservative he had ever worn. The pants and jacket were tight, but liked how they accentuated his muscles, his big feathery rump, and obscenely huge bulge. The soldiers could not help but gawk at them, wanting to see what was inside. Benjamin found the idea of teasing the men rather amusing and played it up for them. Otherwise, he would help the men build their society and becoming the most respected person in the colony.

Another century pasts as thirteen colonies made up the entire northeast coast of the new world. Benjamin built the very first gay nightclub in the plaza, where he and other sexy candidates can make money off of showing off their hot bods and pleasing their audience. His new business made him a rather wealthy individual. But one night, after closing the club and locking the doors, he was suddenly getting a rimjob by an unknown person. The tongue was rough, so he assumed it was feline. He moaned and thrust his rump against that tongue worming in his golden rectum. But little did he know, the feline's true motivations were realized when he pickpocketed the eagle's money and ran off. Benjamin quickly pursued him and had him captured before the night-watch arrived and took him to jail. The eagle was deeply upset that the feline used the very thing he enjoyed against him to commit a crime. Wondering if crimes like that were happening during the night hours, he decided to take over as night-watch and monitor the town. He realized that even in a peaceful place, it is rife with crime. He swore to make sure that no one was getting taken advantage of. But one day, all thirteen colonies were taken advantage of by their king. He established taxes that were suspiciously high. But when he created a 'gay sex' tax on Benjamin's nightclub, the citizens snapped in protest. They rioted in the streets with torches and rhetoric. "No taxation without representation!" They screamed.

Benjamin announced to his people that he would go to England and lay their case before the king. The eagle felt that he could get the king to easily agree since he and his ancestors favored him very well. As he reached the British kingdom, he travelled to Buckingham Palace. Thanks to his notoriety, he was let in by the guards without question and announced his presence before the king. King George III was a big, strong lion, like his ancestors all the way back to King Richard, who was nicknamed 'Lionheart'. His vibrant red mane was braided to fit the sophistication of royalty and topped with a decorative crown. He sat on his throne wielding a scepter that was a royal heirloom since King William. King George smiled seeing the famous eagle in his presence and stood up to greet him. His height was close to the eagle's own.

Benjamin approached the king and kneeled in front of him. "Your highness, I've journeyed from the colonies of the new world to visit you."

King George urged him back up and smiled before approaching him. "At ease, Benjamin. It is very delightful to see you again. I've felt a little lonely not having my big bird around." The king wrapped his arms around Benjamin's waist and locked with furry lips with his beak; sharing a warm tender kiss.

Benjamin moaned in his lips from the passion and kissed him back. He broke off for a brief moment to speak before going back into lovemaking. "Mmmm...I've missed you too, my king..."

The king broke the kiss and rubbed his feathered abs under his jacket. "Let's go somewhere a little more private and personal, shall we?"

Benjamin sighed in pleasure of his abs being rubbed. "But your highness, I actually came to tell you something important."

King George put a finger over his beak. "I understand, but I want this to be a little more romantic. You've played with my father, his father, and generations beyond when they ruled and you fulfilled their wishes. So please fulfill mine." The king then grabbed the eagle's huge bulge, making him gasp in response. "Regardless, I'm going to make you my big pleasure-toy."

Benjamin whimpered in pleasure from the groping and his dominant words. His erection was growing fast and grunted as his pants struggled to contain the throbbing serpent. "Let's move quickly before I rip through my clothes."

The king and the eagle walked quickly to his majesty's luxurious bedroom and locked the door so that they would not be disturbed. Benjamin quickly unbuttoned his pants to free his golden cock as it sprung out from its confines. The king licked his lips as it sparkled from the reflection of the moody light from the candles. He then took off his royal outfit all at once; revealing his muscular torso, bulging pecs, and nice set of abs. His fur was a gold color so brilliant that it rivaled the eagle's pulsing flesh. As the king revealed more of his hot body, he was indeed well-endowed; a thick foot-long cock that was ready to go into some eagle ass. He laid down on his bed and beckoned him over. Benjamin took off his jacket and climbed onto the bed and was on top of the lion on all fours. He lowered himself and gave the king another kiss while grinding his big feathered ass against his royal cock, which throbbed between his cheeks. The eagle then pushed his rump against the tip until it penetrated inside him. He grunted as the thick meat stretched his golden hole. When he got it in all the way to the hilt, he began to ride the king's cock.

The king watched that massive bulking eagle bounce on his crotch and that huge golden cock jutting towards him. He grasped it and licked his teeth. "A cock fit for a king." He said eagerly and shoved it in his mouth.

Benjamin cried out feeling that rough lion tongue running over his thick shaft and thrust more of it into him while riding him like a cowboy. Pre spurted from the eagle's tip for the king to swallow down.

George reached forward and fondled those big feathery cheeks as they smacked rhythmically against his thighs. He pulled the cock out of his muzzle and stroked it fast. As he spoke, he grunted with each descent of the eagle on his cock all the way to the hilt. "Who's the king's little plaything?"

"Ahh...ahhh...I aaam..." Benjamin moaned weakly. "Ngghh...ahh...I'm about to..."

"Do it...rrggghh...coat the king in your seed." The king growled.

Benjamin uttered his slutty cry and blasted gallons of hot sticky cum onto the king; making him close his eyes as he was hosed down. It triggered the lion's own orgasm and roared; spurting copious amount of cum into the eagle's ass. Benjamin groaned feeling the warm goop fill up inside him before pulling out. His anus leaked some semen as he collapsed onto the bed next to the king.

King George laid down on his feathery body and gave him one more kiss. "That was very fun. Now, tell me what is it that you want from me?" He asked as he rubbed the pillow mounds of his pecs and his thick golden nipples.

Benjamin softly groaned from the fondling. "Your highness, the colonies have an issue with your taxes. They feel your taxes are too high and that your new "gay tax" crossed the line. They can barely support themselves now that most of their money is going to you. Could we maybe settle a deal to at least reduce the costs?"

As King George listened to the eagle, his face turned cold and hard. The mood certainly changed, but not for the better. He simply got up from his bed and put his royal outfit back on. "As King of England, it is my right whether or not to tax them. The country is in debt from aiding the war between the French and Indians and we need to satisfy the deficit somehow."

Benjamin also got off the bed and placed his hands on the king's shoulders from behind. "But your majesty, isn't it rather unfair to place your burden onto those who were not involved?"

"Unfair?!" He snapped. "I am the king and I decide what's fair and unfair for my people!"

Benjamin flinched from his king's sudden outburst, but then remained firmly where he stood. "My king, please listen to reason." He pleaded.

"No, you listen to me. I don't care what the colonies think. Whether they like it or not, I have given them a job to do. Now you relay a message to them from me: They either do their job or I'll have them arrested for insubordination. Now be a good bird and do as you're told." The king lectured as he poked the eagle's chest.

Benjamin had enough of being lectured by a mortal and smacked the lion's hand away. "Did you forget who the hell you're ordering around? I saved all of Europe from the Black Death. I lived on this Earth a thousand times longer than you have. I have more wisdom than you can carry on your entire fleet. I will not be disrespected by some ignorant tyrant who can't see anything past his whiskers." He then flicked those whiskers to make his point.

King George was completely shocked by Benjamin's retort; talking down to him like an inferior being and then flicking his whiskers insultingly. His body boiled with rage, gritted his sharp teeth, and clenched his fists. "How dare you..." He growled furiously. He then threw Benjamin's clothes at him. "Get the hell out of my house! Or better yet, get the hell out of my kingdom and never come back! GUARDS!"

The royal guards stormed into the king's bedroom and threw the eagle out of the king's home. But because he was banished from England, he was taken back to his boat and ordered to sail away. He did not understand why it happened the way it did, even when everything was going fine initially. How was Benjamin going to explain the situation to his men? A month later, he reached the docks of the new world and people waiting there were happy to see him return.

"Big Ben's returned!" One of the men exclaimed.

"What did the king say?" Another one asked.

Benjamin was looking down frowning before he raised his head. "Gentlemen, I'm afraid the mission was a failure. The king wouldn't listen to reason. I was banished from England as a result. He said we either do our jobs or be arrested."

"Banished?!" A guy yelled. "The damned king has gone too far now!"

"If he can't bother to negotiate, then we'll go to war!" Another one said as the men agreed at the idea.

Benjamin was surprised. "War?? Is there no other way?"

"What other way is there?" One of them asked.

"But what if we lose? We'll hang for treason!" Another argued.

The men debated at each other of whether or not to actually fight. Benjamin knew in his heart that King George was in the wrong and needed to be dealt with. They needed to be free of his tyranny. That is when he had an epiphany about being free; liberating themselves from oppression. It seemed that fighting for their independence from English rule was the only resort.

"Soldiers! Notify all of the colonies to gather at Congress; we're going to war." He declared.

The men cheered and scrambled about. They wrote their letters to the colonies to come to the capital to declare independence from England. Afterwards, all of the colonies were ordered to prepare, eat well, and rest for the impending invasion from the British. Benjamin wrote his letter to the king regarding the situation and had it mailed overseas. A month later, it finally reached to the king. When he read it, he gripped the parchment tightly in anger and threatened to tear it into pieces.

"Mustang!" He called.

A large brown-furred equine walked into the throne room and approached the king. The obscenely large bulge in his pants bounced heavily with each step. "Yes, your lordship?"

"The colonies have formed an alliance against their king and are declaring independence. I want you to prepare your men to launch a full-scale attack. For their treasonous actions, I order you to capture them and have them sentenced for execution. Otherwise, shoot them on sight. As for the eagle, I want his head on a silver platter."

The stallion was puzzled. "But your highness, he cannot die."

"That doesn't mean you can't decapitate him. I know because I used him to test the sharpness of my guillotine. His head will make a nice sleeve for my cock when this is all over."

"Yes, your majesty. I will not fail you." He assured and was then dismissed. As he left, his rump rolled with each step; pleasing the king for the pants hugged the stallion's rump greatly.

"Hmph, who needs an eagle when I have a sexy stud." The king said to himself.

Meanwhile, Benjamin had the idea of adorning a new outfit. The idea came to him when he watched the colonial flag from the inside of his window flapping in the wind. The flag had stripes of all the seven colors of the rainbow to represent their open homosexuality and patriotism, and the stars of the states that were established by the colonies. His new outfit would have that design. He wanted to wear something so revealing and made what would be the modern day thong. The undergarment, despite the minimalistic coverage, was made to contain his massive bulge as well as show off his twin mounds of feathery flesh, having it wedged deep in the crevice between. He also made fingerless gloves and a mask, to symbolize that he was the new face of this new independent nation. When he showed it to the men, they applauded him as well as getting aroused from how sexy he looked.

"Gentlemen, meet your new leader who will bring out towards a brighter, colorful, gayer future. I am no longer Benjamin. From this point forward, I am now...THE RAINBOW PATRIOT!"

"Huzzah!" Cheered the soldiers.

Several days past and the men were on edge, anxiously waiting for the imminent invasion of the British. They grouped in several areas and some patrolled the streets. A red fox named Paul stood at the docks with a brass telescope as he monitored the horizon. The Rainbow Patriot approached him.

"No sign of invasion, sir." Paul reported.

"They'll be here eventually. I can sense them." The eagle said, growing aroused from anticipation.

Paul could not help but take a peek at the bird's huge erection under that rainbow thong, biting his lower lip. He was pent up for a while and needed some relief, but he had to focus on his duty. When he looked into his telescope again, he dropped his jaw. "Oh shit...", he uttered. He saw a row of ships full of British soldiers approaching the docks. "I see them! They're coming!" He yelled.

"Warn the others!" The Rainbow Patriot ordered.

Paul nodded and fled to town. He ran down the streets rapidly ringing the bell in his hand. "The British are coming! The British are coming!"

The soldiers scrambled to get into position and prepared themselves for the attack. The British docked their ships at the harbor and charged out into town. The rebellion stayed at the defensive as they went into battle. Sounds of war cries, gunshots, and cannons echoed the violent streets. The Rainbow Patriot lent his help in the fight by protecting who needed him the most. All the bullets that fired at him simply ricocheted off of his body. He then charged at them; knocking out multiple soldiers at once. At this moment, the rebellion got the advantage they needed and switched to offense. As the Rainbow Patriot ran into an alley, he was suddenly grabbed and pinned against the wall. It was Mustang, the king's captain of the guard.

"Well, bird boy, we finally meet. Allow me to introduce myself. Or better yet, I'll let this do all the talking." He grinned and slammed his huge bulge against the eagle's rump.

The Rainbow Patriot grunted from the impact. "A stallion, huh? I always wanted to fuck an ass."

Mustang growled and thrust his bulge at him again; making him utter another grunt. "I'm going to fuck that nice ass good and hard. And then I'm going to give your head to the king as a present." He threatened as he unsheathed his sword and had it up to the eagle's neck.

The Rainbow Patriot struggled to break free from his grasp; the stallion was very strong and tough to push over. He took in more abuse of his rump by more smacks of that merciless groin. But when it looked like Mustang had it all wrapped up, he heard a ripping of fabric, then felt something warm and slick invading his hole. The stallion moaned out and instinctively thrust his ass against it.

"Oohhhh...what the...nnggghh...hell??" He groaned.

It was Paul, having his muzzle deep in the crevice to lick Mustang's ebony hole and having his big round cheeks squeezed. He was giving the Rainbow Patriot the opportunity to escape. Mustang finally resisted the overwhelming pleasure of his ass being played with and back-kicked Paul in the stomach. The fox grunted in pain and laid on the ground curling up; holding the spot where it hurt. The Rainbow Patriot retaliated for hurting Paul and socked him in the face, making him dazed, and then ran off. Mustang shook his head and chased after him leaving Paul alone.

"Worth it..." He spoke before coughing and panting.

The Rainbow Patriot climbed to the roof of a building that was at the heart of the war, surrounded by battle. Mustang caught up to him and gritted his teeth while pointing his sword at him.

"There's nowhere to run! Either fight me or lose your head!" He warned.

"Look, can we just talk about this?" The eagle asked.

"No!" Mustang interjected and charged at him before he swung his sword.

The Rainbow Patriot caught the blade before it reached his neck with his hand. His biceps bulged and flexed as he tried to push the sword back. "I can give you so much more than what that tyrannical bastard of a king can give you?"

Mustang growled and pushed with all of his strength against the eagle's resistance. "What can you possibly give me what he can't?"

The Rainbow Patriot yanked down his thong with one hand to reveal his brilliant golden cock. When Mustang looked at it, he slowly stopped and stared at it.

"Why does it look so enticing?" He thought as he licked his lips. The bulge in his pants grew tighter and tighter as the beast inside grew hard. He grunted when his huge horse cock popped the button of his pants, freeing it and jutting in front of the eagle. It was a massive three-foot throbbing slab of meat. "Fuck, stop arousing me!"

The Rainbow Patriot hung his tongue out. "Wow, you're even bigger than I thought!" He immediately got down on his knees and started suckling those heavy balls that were the size of melons. The put some weight on his beak as he licked the spot behind them. After a minute or so of sucking those big musky orbs, he moved up to that thick meaty shaft and ran his tongue all the way up to the tip before suckling it. He had difficulty fitting it into his beak because of how thick it was.

Mustang groaned in pleasure. He wanted to resist, but the feeling was too great. "N-No...you're my enemy...mmmmmm..." He placed a hand on the eagle's head and rubbed it affectionately.

The Rainbow Patriot stopped teasing his cock and licked his beak. "Now I want a taste of the 'other' part." He said with a mischievous smirk and twirled his around. The stallion's ass was in full view of the eagle. He spread the opening in his pants Paul made earlier and dipped his beak into the crack; rimming the crevice and over that puffy pucker.

Mustang moaned out like a total slut as his cock throbbed hard spilling pre onto the ongoing battle below. One of the soldiers felt something splatter onto his hat and looked up to see the sex happening on a rooftop. He urged the soldiers to stop and look, prompting the rebels to stop fighting as well to look. The sounds of war finally diminished, leaving only the sounds of sloppy rimming and Mustang's cries of pleasure.

The Rainbow Patriot hummed in pleasure to the stallion's musky taste. He was growing a massive erection. "Heh, you love your ass toyed with, huh? You're really a bottom behind all that bravado."

Mustang's face flushed red under his short brown fur coat and gritted his teeth; wincing from both pleasure and embarrassment. Feeling that warm, slick, thick tongue worm around in his rump was driving him mad with arousal. "Ahhhhh...just fuck me and get it over with..." He begged giving in to his lust.

The Rainbow Patriot gave one more big lick of that ass before standing back up grinning. He locked the stallion in a hold so that he could stay still while he poked his thick golden cock against his big equine rear. Mustang gasped and grunted in pleasure when the thick intruder stretched his entrance. He squirmed in the eagle's clutches thrusting his ass against his big cock.

The soldiers below watched in awe and lust. "What a cock, stud!" One of them yelled out.

Mustang felt those big feathery balls smack into his own cum-factories. And each smack of that crotch against his cheeks were pushing him quicker to the edge. His fat horse meat spurting pre generously to the crowd below.

His ass felt so good to the Rainbow Patriot as he humped fast and hard carelessly from enjoying the feeling. "Oh yeah! Here I come, stud!" His golden cock gushed into his ass; flooding it with his miracle juices.

The feeling of being filled to the brim with cum made Mustang reach his climax. He uttered a deafening whinny as he raised his tail; signaling he was ready to blow. Gallon upon gallon of hot sticky horse cum rained down upon the soldiers below painting them white. The Rainbow Patriot grabbed the gushing cock and aimed it at different directions so that the others below got their fair share. After a full minute of cumming, he leaned against the eagle's buff body in exhaustion. His huge cock went limp as it leaked remnants of his cum.

"I have to admit...the king never rimmed me or fucked me; all he wanted was my cock. But you like more than just that." He spoke softly.

The Rainbow Patriot wrapped his arms around the gorgeous stallion; feeling his muscular torso and his bulging pecs. "Of course I do; I like everything in a stud. I don't blame your king though; stallions have the biggest cocks around." He said as he rubbed that soft flesh. "But if Georgie boy can't appreciate everything that you have to offer or even fulfill your desires, then frankly, he doesn't deserve you."

Mustang embraced the eagle; letting him feel his chest as he rubbed and nuzzled the avian's cheek. "You're right. I'm sorry I tried to cut your head off." He apologized as he turned himself facing towards the eagle.

The Rainbow Patriot smiled warmly and affectionately stroked his long dark-brown mane. "After that hot sex, how can I not accept your apology? Now come kiss me, you beautiful creature." He growled with lust and locked his beak with the equine's lips.

The soldiers widened their eyes in awe watching two people from opposing sides of the war kissing and embracing each other. It symbolized that they're supposed to spread love, passion, and sexual lust; not war and bloodshed.

Soon Mustang broke the kiss and announced to the soldiers below. "My men, you have two choices: Either go back to your king like the cowards that you are, or stay here and join us in a new era of peace. As of this moment, I renounce King George III as my king. The only man I will follow to my deathbed is the Rainbow Patriot. What's it going to be?"

Mustang's soldiers looked at the rebels and pondered what to do. Some were moved by their captain's words; some were still fearful of what the king could do. In the end, some dropped their weapons and chose to stay. Others fled to their ships going back to England.

"Yeah, go back to your king, cowards!" Paul yelled at them.

Later, the soldiers that fled back to England blathered to the king about what happened and that Mustang switched sides. King George was struck knowing that he lost his captain of the guard. After losing his favorite stud, he came to a reluctant decision. He wrote a decree to declare his surrender of the war to the colonies, allowing them to fully secede from England and become an independent nation. He also declared a truce so that the two countries promised not to invade each other. The colonies could now call themselves as citizens of the new nation. They decided to name the country the United Gays of America, where men from all walks of life can come to their country and enjoy the rights and privileges ordained by their Constitution; the law of the land.

The Rainbow Patriot had Mustang live with him in his home and be happy together for the rest of his life. He would be deeply saddened when his lover will pass away to the afterlife. But he would at least enjoy time with him as much as he could. One night, the whole town was silent. The only sounds that could be heard were the sloppy noises of fucking a moaning coming from the Rainbow Patriot's house. Through a lighted window, one could see a silhouette of the eagle bouncing on Mustang's crotch and his own big cock bouncing in unison. "Ooohhhh...your cock is so damn big!" He moaned out as he was reaching orgasm. When he finally came, white goop splattered onto the glass window and onto the candle. Their silhouettes disappeared into darkness as the moaning waned into silence.

NEXT TIME ON THE RAINBOW PATRIOT: The eagle has another war to deal with. This time, he pits himself against a fascist organization trying to impose a new world order on homosexuality. Watch as the Rainbow Patriot tackles his greatest challenge yet in Chapter 3: The Pink Swastika.