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The boy's ears twitched as he examined his surroundings, lying flat across his back, but with nothing to block his range of vision. It was a quiet place, a copse of trees thick enough to mute the morning sun, but thin enough that he could see past their trunks and the thin bits of ivy-like foliage that covered the floor, see the flowers and grasses that seemed to stretch on for miles along bright gentle hills. There was a clean, crisp scent to the air, like a chill was coming but still being staved off- None of the leaves showed any signs of discoloration though. Everything was lush and green. >It was like the ground itself, the trees themselves, were radiating a barrier against the cold. They weren't creating any heat of their own, or at least they didn't seem to be, but they just did not allow the cold to enter their invisible radius.<

The fact that his ears moved with such vigor, that he could feel fuzzy tufts atop them swaying with the gentle breeze that passed along the glade in which he lay, was an odd thing to him, but distant. He had no memory of it, one way or another. He had no memory of anything- Language itself seemed fuzzy and incomplete. Words- He didn't even think of them as words- Words slipped through his mind, forming incoherent thoughts. He winced to himself, whining, his voice sounding harsh and feral to his ears, fur bristling all along his body from the fear it caused in him. Then bristled more as he realized he had fur.

He looked down at himself. This was not right either. He was human, but this was not what a human looked like. This is not what a human felt like. His arms were slender, yet thick with a brown shaggy fluff, short tufts cascading along his bare figure, flowing down his arms from equally fuzzy shoulders and a broadened chest. Flowing over the backs of hands that were rounder than he thought they should have been. Digits still long, but thicker, with only a single joint and short curved claws tipping each one, his palm a thick grainy pad that seemed to be crimped in along the edges. It was soft and tender, flexing inwards like a sponge, and similar pads tipped the insides of each finger- Each about half as wide as the pad itself. His legs were bowed slightly, human in resemblance, but with staunch haunches that would have been as effective if he were doubled over on hand and feet as if he were just using just the feet themselves. His belly was taut, until it came to a sheath that formed its tip about a quarter of the way down, sagging to a firm, shaggy sack nestled in with his thighs. A raw red taper protruded there, the narrowed head nearly as thick as one of his digits. He was dimly aware of the edges of a thick, broad nose in front of his face- Protruding forward, his brain trying to fool him, but he was acutely aware it was there, something telling him it shouldn't be. Something telling him this was all very wrong.

A soft, piercing cry echoed from above the canopy, and there was a fluttering of feathers as something swooped in deftly through the branches, a bird with a wingspan nearly two thirds his height, and a massive eagle came to rest before him in the grass, the sides of its chest heaving as it cocked a head and massive beak over at him. It looked... Odd. That beak was too broad, its body too large, almost as long as his legs. The white-tipped feathers were too clean, the black backs and fuzzy underbelly too sharp in their contrast, too thick and lush. The belly was thicker, fuller, those huge talons too flexible, those eyes too intelligent as it stared down its beak. It was a creature that looked too much like an eagle to be an eagle, not that the lad could recognize anything but that same sense of wrongness, that same sense that things were just... off.

"You woke up! I wasn't thinking you were going to do that." The beak opened and closed as if it were speaking, tongue shifting as if it were forming words, yet the lad somehow knew that was impossible for a bird. The voice was soft but wispy, like an otherwise well-pronounced female child speaking while pushing out too much air with the words. They sounded amused, but happy, maybe even elated.

Colors and lights flashed in his thoughts as the bird spoke, through his brain, as nerves and stimuli were applied, as neurons connected. He howled, his voice beyond words, and the avian before him flapped back, looking startled. He understood what the words meant, their intent if not the actual language itself, but it was so confusing. He didn't know why this was happening, didn't know how he 'd gotten there, he didn't know why this bird was talking. He didn't know. He didn't know!

He shouted, and it came out as a bark, jerking up from the ground and teetering on hind legs that felt sturdy and strong, yet the way he tried to bend his knees reflexively made him stumble, unbalanced. He wobbled for several steps, and the hawk fluttered from the ground on those massive wings and perched on a branch in front of him. "Stop that. You shouldn't run, you know. You don't even know where you're going..." Her voice trailed off as he rapidly grew used to his legs, stumbling about like a newborn, yet never making the same mistake twice. The lights shown in spots within his mind, but he ignored them, focusing on movement, on how muscles turned and churned and his body shifted to run.

"Stop" The eagle's word came from a distance, but it sounded out like spoken directly next to his ear. The world shifted around him, the trees in his front distorting, and the tall bush he'd charged through shifted and faded away like dissolving from air. He kept moving, kept running, charging straight ahead, and the world came back into focus- The bird on the same perch as before, turning her head to watch him run past "That's right... It wouldn't work on you" Her voice sounded strained, though he flinched and covered his ears to try and drown it out. The spots were even less than before.

He was about halfway through the central clearing when chains suddenly erupted from the grass, the heavy metal links a dull steely grey and as thick as his forearm. Four separate sets, one on each corner of him, sliding from the earth as if being pulled, only he could see the bare front links as they flung over his form. Each link passed out with barely a distortion in the dirt, maybe a link or two pulling clod and a tuft of grass from place, flinging it out, but it wasn't nearly enough to account for just how much metal was flying past the soft earth at such speed.

He managed to dodge the one to his upper left, but the other three came crashing down with precision, the one at his back left wrapping over his right shoulder and crashing down over his chest, the one to his upper right thigh swinging and pinning his tail to his buttocks, and the third wrapping around his right leg. He came crashing down over his back, the ends of each chain sinking back to the earth and growing taut as he was pinned to the grass, the eagle floating off of its branch and swooping over his body, wings outstretched, a feathery embrace blotting out his vision as she landed on his chest, heavy black tail plumes covering his face, only the pointedness of his muzzle allowing some to shift and let in light. He howled, jerking his body, and the chains shifted no more than an inch, tightening further for every bit of looseness he brought, until he couldn't so much as budge his legs. He didn't think to snap at her, to use his teeth or his claws, but his unbound arm lifted to push her off, until her wing lifted as well, and that fourth chain reared up again, lashing over left wrist and left thigh. He could do little more than flex now.

"Jeeze. I thought you were supposed to be a quiet boy, too much energy!" The eagle huffed as she panted, sounding like she'd exerted herself a great deal, though she also sounded even more delighted than before. Her talons shifted along his fur, using the utmost care not to poke him with those razor tips in any way. She felt remarkably light on his chest, and a tender scent filled his nostrils- Sweet as a flower, yet there was something more substantial about it. He didn't have time to linger on it for very long- One of those talons wrapped around his sheath, clutching in the soft fur that coated his shaft, and he didn't think of a whole lot else. He just gasped, jerking as the stimulation made his loins burn with need, her touch making him shudder from head to foot. Hips jerked as he tried to buck himself into the squeezing claws, not even thinking of how sharp they could be, the pressure so even that it hardly warranted worry. "No wonder you're so full of it! This body of yours must be real bothersome for ya. I doubt you know what to do, so it would be cruel of me not to help out..." She let her claw drift down, so casually, like he wasn't making these fearsome or animalistic grunts without a sign of sapient comprehension. His shaft sprouted free with eagerness and glee, stopped only be how tightly that pressure was held as her fisted foot clenched into his balls. His shaft throbbed, yearning for more, yearning to be free, and she glanced back at him with something akin to a frown- Eyes narrowed, her beak clacking slightly "I guess you can't speak. Boo"

She stepped forward with a hobbling grace, tailfeathers brushing from his face and down his chest now. She maintained the grip on his penis, slacking only so she could swing her feathery bottom around, one talon clenching over his meaty thigh, the points of her claws digging into his fur and just barely pricking skin, getting herself nice and stable and evened out- Spreading her thighs wide enough that he could see the edges of something glistening and wet of her own, just past the head of his cock "We've got some time before Master arrives, and I think this is just the way to spend it!" She spoke the words with a cheer! And without ceremony, lifted his cock and shoved it into that glisteing patch along her feathers, a little wrinkled rim pressing over his taper, squishing the soft chubby tip back a hair, before engulfing it. He grunted, tensing up, and she seemed to tense too, her feathers ruffling out and beak clacking, wearing a most brilliant smile with her eyes as she dropped the second foot to his other thigh to match the first, then dropped her hips down over his length. Heat and wet engulfing the werewolf's cock, sliding down and kissing the nerves like water down a slide, every space covered and plastered over in a matter of seconds, the one or two patches- Slivers of spaces were gaps formed between flesh and muscle- clenched over as one or both of them shuddered with a sensation of relief.

It was such a tight fit, such a wondrous and all-encompassing sensation. It was like dipping into a warm vat of cream, the way the eagle's flesh clung to the very nerves of his shaft, stroking and spreading over every single one. And it felt like he could push in any direction, and still be met with that same heavenly embrace- As she sank over him, he could feel the weight of his cock compressing her walls. No cream would apply such pressure, such warmth however. No cream could give a slow, gradual slide that intensified that pressure tenfold, hips lifting and then dropping back down so quickly that the warmth never left him. "You're a big boy, aintcha!" The eagle's voice cackled, sounding richer and fuller with her laugh than the actual words had been, her beak clacking as it lifted towards the sky, eyes beaming with pleasure. She readjusted the grip on his hips, centering her weight more forward, then slowly began to roll her entire body, weight and heat crashing down, milking him from the outset.

Rocking herself along his cock. It wasn't long before he gave a snarling cry, and pulses shot through him. Starting in his groin, spreading through the rest of the avian's back, his cum spurting out in a sticky wave. She quickly flattened her hips down, feathers compressing into his fur, and he felt a little shuddering pop, as two orbs near the base of his shaft he hadn't even recognized slipped into her body, expanding now quickly within the confines of her walls, that feathered flesh wrapping over in what felt like layers, cradling his penis as if it were an egg.

"Oh, that's a quick shot. This body is so seeensitive, iiisn't it" The eagle's voice cooed as she rolled her hips against him, grinding herself along the knot, dipping in her spine for that added bit of pressure, squeezing her thighs in against his knot. "You and I are going to have to do this more than once you know. Maybe next time I'll let you have me without the chains! ...If you're a good boy for Master." She leaned in, winking at him and nuzzling her beak along his jaw "And maybe even if you're not. But I hope it doesn't come to that"

The boy swallowed hard, shuddering, feeling his cock pulsing within her, continuing to release those mind-numbingly pleasant jets of seed and cum. "She's coming now. Oh, try and sit still for a moment. She's gonna wanna talk with you. Or she's gonna talk, and you're gonna nod or something. You can understand me, right? Well. She'll figure it out. Hold still!" He didn't realize what all her shaking and shimmying was about while she spoke until a wet, slurping pop came out from between them, his knot briefly screaming at him over the sudden sense of strain, but by the time he was aware of had happened, he was already watching the rest of his shaft spill free of the Eagle's cloacal vent. Cum pouring out from the edges of his shaft, that muscular ring pulsing and clenching in around him with every centimeter that was removed, the harpy lifting her hips up high and dipping her chest forward so even the taper was freed in a smooth motion, cum continuing to pour from that feathery hole for several seconds as she just stood over him, his cock falling hard and rigid over his own belly, splattering him with loose liquid strands.

The eagle winced, staring at his chest and the mess they'd made of his fur as he lay panting, the lad just staring back down at her, totally incomprehensive, but much calmer than before. Someone was coming. Someone important. He knew that. Beyond? He still didn't have much of a clue of what was happening.

"I'm going to release you now, but you're still going to have to stay here. And stay calm. And uh, try and listen? She'll be able to make you understand if you can't, and that's not an issue for either of you, but it's really really important you listen and understand. OK? Master is here nooow!" The eagle hopped off of him, and seemed to jump again through the air, her hips twisting up as if drawn to the shoulder of a woman that just stepped through the trees.

She was beautiful, enough that he almost didn't recognize that she had the same... Skin that he was supposed to have. Most of her body was covered by a long, flowing cloak that seemed to be made from a shimmering velvet cloth, brown that reflected a glossy black or a very pale tan depending on how it shifted or folded over itself. Held by a clasp of two silver plates and an impossibly thin silver chain, the gap that formed for her hands or along her front showing loose silken clothes made from a blue fabric so pale that it was almost white. He couldn't see her feet, but her hands and her face held a skin nearly as pale as the fabric that rested upon it, only this was white with a hint of brown, slender fingers as smooth as her face was sharp. Serenity, and agelessness that defied idenfiication. Brown hair crossing over to black, long and straight, fell loosely over her shoulders, some stray strands drifting to the front of pointed ears. Bright green eyes stared sharply down at the boy, and focused in on his messy cock, that serenity breaking with what almost seemed to be irritation- Something that made the werewolf flinch, until he realize it wasn't because of him.

She glared at the eagle, and it had nothing to do with the way his cum drooled out and splattered down her beautiful cloak. Seed dripping in gobs, sometimes small drops like that which came from rain, soaking in immediately, sometimes heavy splatters that left a creamy smear pronounced along the fabric. The eagle shifted, letting her flank turn carelessly, talfeathers even smearing some of the stuff over the woman's neck, and he could see more drips across the back of her cloak, that beak held low as the woman spoke "I have told you many times. Finish what you start. Especially for someone as important as this" She spoke as softly as the eagle did, every syllable perfected, but where the eagle spoke with that childish, excited tones, she spoke with wisdom and maturity. Every word, even the simple ones, thought out a dozen times before being uttered, planned long beforehand. It was confidence. It was authority.

The woman sighed as she knelt in front of the lad. He stared up at her, ears perked and eyes alarmed, watching with something akin to horror she reached out and grasped his knot, her fingers as silky and smooth as they looked, lifting his shaft and cradling it gently, rubbing into the root with her thumb while she worked the rest in low bumping strokes, his cum shooting out immediately- Tiny spurts that pressure made rain over her hand and sleeve. It somehow felt more wrong than anything else he was experiencing, something deep within him screaming that just being touched by someone so richly dressed was the height of incorrectness.

"Please forgive Oak here. She is... Eager to please. But that is to please herself as much as anyone else. She will learn better" She smiled at him, leaning in while fondling at his genitals, her hand shifting so her palm was pressed flat with his shaft, cradling it and stroking it, using his cum as lubrication, her thumb swirling and gripping at the edges of his knot, every squeeze she gave urging out another wave of his seed. Her other hand trailed up his thigh, stroking and smoothing out the fur, wiping the thickest of the mess off into the grass, or scooping it up with her fingers, lifting that second hand so the now-silent Oak would lick it away from her perch on the shoulder. He shivered, staring at her with an open maw. She smiled, a true and radiant smile, waiting until Oak had licked the second hand free before cupping it to his face. "This must be all sorts of startling to you. I will not lie to you. I do this for you now, allow Oak to do this for you, because I wish to earn your trust and make you mine, utterly and completely. I wish you to be mine. I wish you to swear to me. To do as I say. To go where I direct. To act in my interests as you think you know them. The life you held in your past was a terrible sort, cruel and demeaning, full of hunger and strife and fear. The life you have now, you will want for nothing, and while you may have your peers, the only ones above you will be myself and Oak here. She is my familiar. In some ways she is my lesser half. In some ways my greater. You do not have to treat her the same as you would me, she has her own... Unique personality, as you may have noticed. But you would have to obey her as you would myself. You have the option to refuse, branching options if you do not accept me- Many options. But I will only explain them if you refuse, because I promise you none of them are things you would want instead. So, I will ask you now. Will you swear to me? Give your oath to me?" The next squeeze she gave made his hips jerk up, the spray more tepid than in what he'd given the eagle, but still strong enough to leave a distinct ropey squirt that marked to her cloak. Oak trilled.

The boy sat back as she spoke, left arm over his leg, the other propping him up from behind, watching and taking in every word, the physical warmth and tingle over what he'd just experienced fading slowly, his fur settling down. He blinked when she finished, pausing only for a moment before realizing she'd finished. Giving a start, leaning in and nodding almost in a reflex. Almost. And the eagle chirped out something in a chortling, laughing tone that made the boy's face flush.

He was eager to comply. He did not know what was going on, what had happened to him. Who he was, what he'd done to get here. Whispers of memories with words and images too dim to make out flashed through him. There was darkness there, empty save for hunger and pain. He did not know the full extent of it, did not want to know, shying away from those distant thoughts and focusing on the woman in front of him, who was holding up her hand to Oak's beak, letting the bird lick his semen clean off her arm and hand, neither of them seeming to care that Oak's vent was drooling gobs of the stuff over the back of the lady's cloak. She was fullness and light by comparison. There was something severe about her, like the chill that touched this meadow, but he did not get the sense that it was false or deceptive in any way.

Maybe his thoughts were dulled or influenced by the little... Episode... That the two had performed for him, and it certainly sat rooted within his mind, but he did not think so. They were showing that they would care for him. Force him, maybe, but not in a way that he would ultimately mind. His loins twitched- He would not mind being forced in that way again. She had her goals, had her purposes, would use him to further herself- But not at a cost to himself. He was certain of that. His eyes trailed over Oak's tailfeathers, which twitched as the bird snickered, raising a wing to cover the mischief that filled her eyes, peaking past in little flutters, leaning forward teasingly and spreading out those heavy plumes along her rear. The lady glanced at the bird, a flat look directed at the eagle, who stood up primly and properly upon her shoulder once again- Though the feathers remained spread. "You can play later"- Her voice was stern, but more exasperated over being upset.

The boy swallowed, leaning in and edging up into a stand, the lady stepping back to give him space, though offering the same hand she'd used to jerk him off with- He could see the trail where she'd wiped it along her cloak. He held up his own hand, and it seemed both the females before him smiled. Her other hand was holding a small, thin dual-edged dagger with a pure silver hilt, letting it drift up with her first hand. Her fingers touched his, matching each one, pressing in flat, just as the dagger's edges pressed into either of their palms "You will feel a small pinch. Don't pull away. Press into my palm." He nodded, not even hesitating to push his palm in, and she smiled, pulling on the dagger and slicing both of their skins. Her blood felt even warmer than his, a tingling sensation building in his arms as their palms clenched together, the woman lacing her fingers over his own, clenching down to the knuckles, whispering strange words under her breath that he did not recognize as the tingling grew how. It seared at him, his muscles clenched, every one. "Your name is Oran." She spoke as the searing grew cold, an icy chill that made his fur stand on end, rooting deep into his heart, before heat returned. His mind felt clearer. The shadows within his thoughts dispelled, fading away.

"Whatever need you have. Whatever want you have. Bring it to me or to Oak. If it seems I am busy with something important, wait, and do not be upset if I tell you to wait either- But know that whatever it is, however trivial it may seem to you, it is not trivial to me. Bring out your every desire... This is my resolution to you. And resolve yourself as well, for I will need you few days, but when I do it will be of the utmost importance." Her voice trailed off with those final words, the last sentence spoken in whisper that carried to his ears.

"Come now Oran. It is time I showed you your home" Oran's tail wagged as he followed her out of the shade of the trees, loping along, torn between bursting out to the field on all fours and two.